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Cocks Named

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No one ought to be surprised that it was Topher who officially earned the first “Name That…” perfect score. He’s a homoerotic wrestling connoisseur who knows his stuff! Even with housework to do and guests to entertain, he still managed to correctly name all five of the cocks in yesterday’s quiz, along with all five (six, really) opponents in the matches pictured. In addition to being quiz master for the week (should that be cock master?), Topher gets a photo of one of my tats (whether he wants it or not) and he can name the subject matter for next week’s quiz, if he likes. Let’s just review the excellent work that Topher correctly turned in…

Topher correctly identified cock #1 as belonging to…
…Derek da Silva.

 And specifically, this is Derek’s gorgeous cock after taking a prolonged and paradigmatically vicious ball beating at the hands of the master, Kid Vicious in BG East’s Ball Bash 1.

And as for why I would delight in discussing “deceased French philosophers” with Derek on our fantasy date (prior to a multiple submission/emission wrestling marathon back at his place), Derek’s website describes him as into post structural philosophy, along with his interests in wrestling, bondage, and safe sex. That’s one well rounded man with one profoundly inspiring body!
Cock #2, indeed, belongs to…
…BG East’s Casey Cutler.
And Casey’s aesthetically pleasing phallus is here on display for not only you and me, but also his opponent for Ringwars 3, Dick the Prick (thus, aptly named). BG East describes Casey as Wade Cutler’s  “gorgeous younger cousin,” which makes it a crying shame that we never saw the cousins go head-to-head (much less, cock-to-cock). I’ve harbored a deep, deep infatuation with Wade, but Casey took the erotic a step farther in his wrestling than his cousin ever did, and for that we (and, I’m sure, Dick the Prick) are grateful.
Topher zoomed right in on cock #3 as belonging to…
…Naked Kombat’s DJ.

And impressively, Topher managed to tease out that this beautiful uncut cock-shot comes from DJ’s masterful humiliation of Dragon, who I gave a hard time for in my review of the match because I think Dragon has a dangerously low BMI (thus I’d buy him a hamburger). DJ’s cock in the sex round is a marvel. The python is so long, it’s no wonder that every opponent he faces at one time or another delights in racking up NK points by giving it a firm tug (and often suck). But lately, 9 times out of ten, most of DJ’s opponents get to know his cock up close and personal as he first shoves it down their throats and then, after a pony ride, pounds it up their asses.

Cock #4 and its opponent appears to have given Topher the toughest challenge as belonging to…
Can-Am icon (Tom) Flex, staring down the gaping mouth of his opponent, Guy Bolton in their self-titled release.
 
 There’s something cringe-inspiring in me about this pic of Guy’s teeth looking like their about to bite into Flex’s sac. It’s not as if I blame Guy, though, for reflexively opening wide with that meat hanging inches from his mouth. On the recurring theme of what rides should be offered at a homoerotic wrestling theme park, I think oiling up a classic, naked Tom Flex and having patrons take turns in a chin-first head-scissors should rank pretty high up there.
And Topher did eventually nail down, so to speak, cock #5 and its opponents…
 …as none other than Trent Diesel sitting very pretty on top of Alex Slater, after having beat Patrick Rouge right out of the arena.
 Hot damn! There’s just nothing about Trent’s body that doesn’t rock me hard. His ass was featured in the very first Name That Ass quiz. I’m sure his tats will show up in a Name That Tat quiz. And in addition to being the reigning title holder as my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Trent is also the inaugural and subsequently 2-time homoerotic wrestler of the month. Do you get the impression that I’m a fanatic? His “tie” in his last singles match at NK still sits under my skin, but Trent’s stock, just like that absolutely picture perfect erect cock of his, continues to trend decisively upward.
Frankly, I think Topher’s accomplishment this week should signal that he needs to start his own homoerotic wrestling blog, but I’ll understand if he doesn’t. It’s a time suck, big time, and there are always critics lurking around the corner to slap you around if you get too full of yourself on your own blog. But Topher is absolutely teacher’s pet, and he deserves a hearty congratulations and a swift smack on the ass. Well done!

These are a few of my favorite things…

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Naked Kombat has served up a heapin’ helpin’ of hotness this week. The line up is delicious. Former tag team partners and always arousing Trent Diesel (yes, my #1 favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy) and DJ are now on opposing teams. DJ is paired up with former nemesis Leo Forte. Trent is tagging with Seth Green look-a-like, Sebastian Keyes. So let’s tally this up so far: Trent, DJ, tag-team homoerotic wrestling. Three of my favorite things!

But wait, there’s more! I’ve been nursing a live-audience lust for a long time now, and yet again, NK is serving up what I’m hot for. The cheering and jeering from the enthusiastic audience absolutely ups the eroticism. The horny boys in the seats are gasping and crying out for more as the wrestlers get nastier, meaner, and more erotic. Fantastically hot!

Trent is a vision as always, though now sporting a new tat on his thigh. When he’s introduced at the beginning of the match, he pumps his fist over head to the roar of the crowd. Damn. That body. Damn.

Sebastian and Leo are also-rans for my attention in this line up, so skipping over to DJ, I’ll just say that he continues to not just earn my respect, but he grabs me by the testicles and squeezes until I scream my passionate adoration. I realize that DJ is too skinny for some tastes. He’s hot as hell for my tastes, and his movement on the mats is pure gold.

The action seems to always be more intense and fast-paced when there’s an audience, which can’t be bad. A few highlights that make me push the pause-and-rewind include DJ mounted on top of Trent and licking my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy’s face; Trent immediately flipping DJ to his back and returning the favor, slathering all over DJ’s cringing face (as the audience screams with unanimous pleasure); and every single fantastic double-team that NK allows for a few seconds following each tag-in.

When I saw the line-up for this tag bout, I have to admit, I was 95% certain that Trent and Sebastian were going to find themselves asses up and getting fucked hard by the notoriously dominating scrappers, DJ and Leo. In particular, I thought Sebastian was going to be the weakest link, and that not even the stunning physique and blinding beauty of Trent would be sufficient to make up the difference. I love being surprised.

Sebastian is a hell cat. The tag setting seems to bring out some awesome ferocity in him. Perhaps it’s the audience, loving every moment that the pale, pubescent looking boy, conspicuously the only one without visibly ripped abs, slams his cock down on top of his opponent’s face and roars with primal ecstasy. When the boys in blue end round three with three more points than the bad boys in red, I’m totally stoked for some more Trent on DJ humiliation.

The sex round this time around speaks to more than it often does. Again, I say, it’s the audience. Trent and Sebastian dominate not just for the cameras, but for the immediate and responsive feedback of the audience. Trent makes a bee-line to claim DJ as his personal trophy. Both victors drag the losers on their knees to the edge of the mat to give the audience an up close angle on force-feeding DJ and Leo their cocks. Sebastian turns Leo’s ass to the audience, with the loser’s lips still wrapped around his cock, to spread Leo’s cheeks wide for the audience’s inspection. When the audience demands it, Trent and Sebastian are happy to oblige them in shoving DJ and Leo’s faces together, forcing them to kiss on command. Once again, on command, with the loser’s faces shoved up the winner’s asses, Sebastian grabs Trent’s face as they kiss to the roar of the crowd, Sebastian pumping his fist. Yet again, when the crowd roars it’s desire, Trent and Sebastian saddle up and ride the losers around for a pony ride. The reaction of the crowd to Trent finally erupting all over DJ makes an incredibly hot, intimate moment that much more amazingly erotic.

This match does more for my wrestling kink than a typical NK bout does, frankly. It’s not only hot and hard, it’s thrilling and thoroughly entertaining. The sweet peck on the lips from Leo as the camera fades to black is fantastically sweet. Trent remains in solid possession of the title holder as my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, and NK has finally chalked up an audience match free of injuries. I hope that means there will be more to come!

No One’s a Winner

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My reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Trent Diesel, is wrestling in this week’s Naked Kombat release against Paul Wagner. I’m always thrilled to see Trent’s marble-carved physique slated for combat. There’s something about his shoulders in this match that captivate me. They’re just huge and hard and look like something out of a superhero comic book. Damn, I’m a fan of Trent.

But something goes terribly, terribly wrong in this match. It’s not the inadvertent knee to Paul’s forehead that makes the big, hairy brute look like he could punch a hole in Trent. No, frankly, that injury time out is fantastically hot! When a wrestler really gets popped and you can see the impulse wash over him to unleash the beast in an ugly brawl, that’s extremely arousing for my tastes. Sucks for Paul. Works wonders for me.

What goes wrong in this match is not the travesty of scoring that absolutely rips the rightful victory out of Trent’s grasp. Again, oddly enough, some rigged officiating can add up to extremely erotic tension, with bruised egos and righteous indignation fueling an “oh-no-he-didn’t”plot twist that demands an even more intense battle to right the scales of justice. I mean, even the post-match interviewer agrees with Trent that he thought Trent had the victory sown up decisively at the end of round three.

What goes terribly, terribly wrong in this match is that it ends in a tie. A tie?! Above and beyond the shady scoring that surely owes itself to Paul blowing the ref before the match (just speculating), just the fact that a Naked Kombat match ends in a tie is just wrong. What do you do with “round 4” when round 3 ends in a tie?

It turns out, NK also doesn’t know what to do with round 4 in this scenario. The ref announces the score and then, with a smirk, tells the boys to figure it out. Trent and Paul proceed to make out a lot, and then take turns sucking and fucking each other in the jacuzzi, all equitable and even-steven. In other words, this is not “round 4.” This is every vanilla gay porn scene ever filmed. Now, I’m not saying that I get no value added from watching Trent’s gorgeous body in action. But this is just no “round 4.” It’s not particularly kinky. It’s a pinch-hitter who bunts.

The post-match interviews are as awkward as the disappointing round 4, in my opinion. The boys try to give the no-win scenario a redemptive narrative. “We flip-flopped on the mat,” Paul awkwardly explains, “so we both sort of dominated” in the sex round. Trent works harder, and still more awkwardly, to cast the sex round in a positive light. “It was really hot… all the making out… the lack of power struggle…. We were both in charge. It was beyond compare…. yeah, so hot.”

I love you Trent. You are absolutely my champion. But “the lack of power struggle” is precisely what makes the ending of this match fall out of the category of wrestling kink. The action before the end of round 3 is intense and highly rewarding, but round 4 just goes off the rails entirely, coloring the whole match a shade of beige. To dominate, to tame, to conquer and then claim the rightful spoils of victory is the essence of homoerotic wrestling kink, as far as I’m concerned. Round 4 has never been done better than a victorious Rusty Stevens, snarling humiliation down like a thunderstorm on his loser opponent, taking any pleasure he wants, and then slapping on an elbow snapping armbar, making his crushed opponent jerk-off with his free hand to within a second of climax, and then demanding that he stop, denying the loser’s rising desperation to get off, until Rusty decides he can get off. “No power struggle,” indeed. No winner, more like it, and that’s just not nearly as hot.

Asses Named

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I think I must study homoerotic wrestlers’ asses more compulsively than you. Or, perhaps, you just played yesterday’s game of Name that Ass at home, rather than drop a comment here. In either case, topher and Jose D. get smiley faces on their homework for excellent effort, with Jose D. getting an extra star on his for correctly naming (if tentatively) 4 out of 5 of the asses. For the record, and for you playing at home, here were the correct answers:

Ass #1 belongs to the top contender for the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler – non-pornboy: BG East’s Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you! and extra credit to Jose D. for mentioning this fact). I figured this might pose a challenge because, seriously, it’s an uphill battle to try to tear your eyes away from Mr. J’s mammoth package to appreciate his remarkably beautiful assets elsewhere. I think the best shot of his fantastic, sweaty, hard muscled glutes show up when he’s stripped to his thong in his match with Rocco in Jobberpalooza 7. True, Mr. J is completely bare-assed at the hands of Brooklyn Bodywrecker in Mr. J’s Wrestler Spotlight, but this is mostly smoke and mirrors, and I remain bitter at being personally taunted by BBW at the end of this bout (well, not me personally, but all of us suckered into snapping this piece up to see Mr. J’s naked piece… doesn’t happen). Mr. J pulling out some thonged ass domination on Rocco, for my taste, is the best for ogling his carved, round muscle glutes.

Ass #2 from yesterday’s game belongs to Rock Hard Wrestling rookie sensation, Travis Storm. I like Travis. A lot. His teeth attract my attention first. His got a major mouthful of them. A close second favorite attribute of the rookie his is sweet, round ass. Jose D., wracking up extra credit after extra credit, correctly noted that yesterday’s pic #2 comes from Travis’ delightful match against the butt-fantastic likes of Cody Nelson. Travis’ deep-seated camel clutch on Cody is like a clash of Titans, as lucious mounds of muscle press against luscious mounds of muscle. I will pay to see more of Travis’ gorgeous ass, and there are two ways of interpreting that statement, and both are equally accurate.

Ass #3 from Name That Ass belongs to another homoerotic wrestling rookie desperately in need of another match: Can-Am’s Landon Mycles. Jose D. gets partial credit for naming Landon, but only tentatively. There’s nothing tentative about Landon’s hot, hairy, blond naked ass in Pro Sex Fight 1 against Michael Vineland. If this pornboy does not turn up naked and soaked in sweat in the ring again, this will be a crime against wrestling kink nature. Landon was a one-time favorite homoerotic wrestler of the month, and I have my fingers crossed that someday he’ll have another crack at the title.

Ass #4 was again, tentatively and correctly identified by Jose as belonging to my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Trent Diesel. Damn, I love Trent’s ass. Sure, I love Trent’s everything, but that ass is so aesthetically pleasing. He seems to like to require his vanquished opponent’s to bury their faces deep between those gorgeous cheeks, and while I’m not really up for that with just anyone, Trent would definitely be on my list of boys to rim. Occasionally, Naked Kombat takes the boys into the shower for “round 4,” which is the context for this shot of Trent soaping up across the shower from Ryan Rockford who just beat Trent’s tantalizing ass in oil. Ryan may have come out on top in NK points, but Trent is by far the most entertaining element in this, and nearly all, his matches. Long live the king.

The final ass in my inaugural Name That Ass game (there will be more… I had fun, whether you did or not), stumped even Jose D. Indeed, this ass is featured over at Thunder’s Arena. But it does not belong to Z-Man or Ace Hanson. No, I’d trade even their fine butts for this one. This ass could belong to none other than Mr. Ass-tastic himself, Big Sexy. I first cottoned on to the thrill value packed into Big Sexy’s amazing ass when he showed up as Santa for Thunder’s Arena’s holiday novelty match. In head-to-toe red spandex, there was just no mistaking that the athletic glutes on this man were world class. I’ve since gone fishing through many of the Big Sexy archives, and for my tastes, his #1 asset is displayed most pleasingly in his 2010 appearance against Z-Man for the Halloween Pumpkin match. Holy hell.

So how did you do? Did you beat Jose D.’s score? Perhaps more clues will be in order next time around.  Till then, you’ll have to practice. Watch lots (and I mean LOTS) of homoerotic wrestling, paying particular attention to the fine, fine, muscle asses you see. Good luck.

Porn Sunday

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In honor of the excellent concept of Porn Sunday, here are a few retailers that you might consider supporting today…

Billy Lodi v Skip Vance – BGE X-Fights 33

BG East’s X-iest new release is X-Fights 33, pitting twink buddies Skip Vance and Billy Lodi. Billy fiercely conquers and then tenderly rewards Skip. Looking for some mat wrestling, jerks, sucks, kissing and cum to celebrate Porn Sunday?

Sebastian Keys v Jake Austin – Naked Kombat

Naked Kombat’s newest release will treat you to Jake Austin determined not to lose his ass yet again against buzz cut Sebastian Keys. Jake’s fate is, of course, to get owned, spanked, and fucked 5 ways to Porn Sunday.

Landon Myclse v Michael Vineland – Can-Am Pro Sex Fight 1

For my tastes, Can-Am’s X-iest and best new release is Pro Sex Fight 1, starring the wrestling pornboy stylings of previous homoerotic wrestler of the month, Landon Mycles, and Can-Am work horse Michael Vineland. This offers a delightful recipe of pro wrestling, erotic wrestling, and mutually satisfying sex in the middle of the ring.

Trent Diesel v Hugo Milano – Raging Stallion’s Brutal Part 2

If you’re looking for more porn (it is, Porn Sunday, after all) in your porn/wrestling mix, you might want to celebrate the day with a purchase of Raging Stallion’s Brutal. My reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Trent Diesel, wrestles and fucks and fucks and fucks, among a non-stop, 2-part, pornboy after pornboy pornfest.

Cody Nelson v Max Powers – Rock Hard Wrestling

Less porn, but no perhaps more up your alley to celebrate Porn Sunday, includes Rock Hard Wrestling (you’d think with a name like that there might be more porn), and their just out release of new Mr. Franchise, Cody Nelson going muscle to muscle in the ring with Max Powers.

Conan v Johnny Bravo – Thunder’s Arena

Or you may want to see some big, big, big muscleboy’s wrestle in less-than-porn fun over at Thunder’s Arena, where Johnny Bravo pounds the bodybuilder pecs of Australian blond bombshell, Conan.

Trent Diesel – Reigning Favorite Homoerotic Wrestling Pornboy

I’m a booster. That’s pretty much what I have to offer, and so I’m fully in favor of a lot of us showing some love to the hardworking boys in front of and behind the camera, bringing us orgasm after orgasm of entertainment by celebrating Porn Sunday with a special purchase, dedicated to our favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboys. No shame. No way.

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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I’m finding slim pickings for a strictly January new release option for my homoerotic wrestler of the month. BG East is between catalogs. I have trouble tracking exactly when to credit Can-Am’s new releases, so just in case I haven’t considered them, I’ll go ahead and include Chris Bruce, Donnie Drake, Rio Garza and Kyle Braun from Hollywood Mat Battles 1. Otherwise, I don’t think that Can-Am has anything new brewing for consideration. Thunder’s Arena has recently released Bodybuilder Battle 26 (and therefore nominating big, muscle bruisers Johnny Bravo and Conan), and Mat Wars 23 (nominating crossover RHW boy, Cody, along with Big Sexy, Tony, and Cage). And speaking of Rock Hard Wrestling, I’ll toss Brody Hancock in the running for his battle with Ethan (who I’m not even considering because he needs a haircut), as well as Jeff Hollister and Tyler Reeves for their sweaty face-off. Finally, I have to say that I thought Naked Kombat had some weak matches this month, so I’m only including veteran, Mr. Franchise himself, DJ and his tag team partner, rookie Brandon Bangs, for their January 12 destruction of Hayden Russo and Jake Austin, and DJ gets extra credit for showing up merely two weeks later for a singles rookie-crushing of carb-deprived Dragon.

There just isn’t the depth to this month’s field that I’ve enjoyed in recent months. That said, there’s just one standout wrestler in this relatively ho-hum crowd for me. Not that there aren’t some hard working performances represented in this month’s offerings, but for my money and my tastes, there’s one homoerotic wrestler who shines notably brighter than the rest this time around…

…DJ.

DJ has grown on me over time. He’s got an impressively long Naked Kombat fight record, and speaking of impressively long, his uncut, erect cock never ceases to bring a smile to my face. His tag team wrestling with rookie Brandon Bangs this month illustrated abundantly what makes him stand head and shoulders above the rest of the field for me. He’s one hot, hardworking, tenacious battler whose tight, slender body turns about 30.32 times sexier for me when he’s working his leverage on the mat. He’s quickly developed into a full-on veteran, with cool confidence and mat savvy along with a smart eye always on NK points, which, after all, is what it’s really all about at NK.

He’s also developed some fantastically sexy muscle tone. His hairy legs are looking thicker and more powerful just about every outing. He still has that stoned look about him, but somehow, now I take it as supreme, cocky self-confidence rather than… well, stoned. There’s nothing tweaked about his speed and focus on the mat. You can just see him mentally counting up his own NK points as he swiftly moves from subduing his opponents for riding time to sewing together a tapestry of sexual domination moves that NK rewards. A face sit, a ball claw, his fingers up his opponent’s ass, pec and ab punching, ass slapping… DJ knows what puts you on top for round 4, perhaps better than most any other.

DJ is also earning a second distinction from me. In addition to being January’s homoerotic wrestler of the month, he’s also clawed his way into the ranks of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboys. Specifically, he’s landed himself into the top contender position. Readers who’ve been following my angst over learning that Rusty Stevens is out of “the biz” as of late last fall may not be surprised to learn that he’s been toppled completely out of the running, after reigning as my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy for almost 10 solid months. For crushing my lustful anticipation of more Rusty wrestling, Rusty has been figuratively picked up and slammed down in an over-the-knee backbreaker by my newly crowned champion, my brand new, first-time number one favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, with a body that makes me gasp, tats that make me marvel, and an all-in determination that makes me smile: Trent Diesel.

Brutal Critique

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My copy of the much-anticipated (at least by two people I know) new release from Raging Stallions, Brutal, arrived several weeks ago. There are so many quite excellent ingredients going into this recipe. My #1 favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Rusty Stevens AND his #1 contender, working hard to chomp at Rusty’s ass and climb on top of the rankings, Trent Diesel (also reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month), are both star players in Brutal. Additional Naked Kombat alums who’ve tickled my fancy also show up, including Brenn Wyson, Tommy Defendi, Spencer Reed, Phenix Saint and Race Cooper. The story centers on a gym where fierce, hot hunks are in high stakes training to compete for glory in the world of competitive MMA.  The fight and the fuck go back and forth, twisting and turning in on each other in flights of fantasy and more literal interpretations. In other words, Brutal is front-loaded to tweak my kink and keep me aroused and dehydrated for days.



I don’t regret my purchase of Brutal at all. I must say, however, that the recipe doesn’t bake up quite as tastily as I’d hoped. As I feared, the actual combat element is shortchanged for my tastes. The climactic championship competition scene between Rusty and gorgeous golden boy, Angelo Marconi, is far too brief and stylized. This seems like such a waste, considering we know how fiercely and skillfully Rusty can grapple. Given the opportunity, he can work his ass off, quite convincingly beating the ass of just about every opponent he’s faced. Devoting a couple of minutes to Rusty and Angelo in the ring with mostly close-ups of grunts and grimaces disappoints me. On the other hand, I did find the setting highly erotic, with a crowd of hunks cheering on the battlers ringside, heightening the intensity and sense of the stakes. I’d pay for that vantage point at a Rusty Stevens competition (any day…).



I’m also a little mixed on the genre, frankly. By my count, there are 2 (or so) brief scenes of grappling-sparring, 4 scenes of grappling-turns-fucking, and 1 scene of straight-up competition-storyline ring combat. All of that is really what I signed up for. But I’m not as keen on some of the classic porn scenarios that also pop up, including 3 rape scenes and a public bathroom pick up at the urinal (seriously? Rusty needs to visit the public toilet to catch a trick?). I’m probably just a prude, but where I find a loser-gets-fucked competition fantastically erotic, a simulated violent assault-turned rape does nothing to stir my loins. Now, if the scene of Angelo getting raped in the shower by Phenix and Brandon Bangs (can we get anymore literal of a name?) were consensual, it still wouldn’t be wrestling kink in my book, but it would’ve been a thousand times hotter. To put one’s ass on the line in combat is fantastically erotic. To get beaten and raped non-consensually doesn’t quite do it for me. This is particularly a shame because all the moving parts in all three rape scenes speak directly to my cock: Trent (holy hell, looking hot) doubled by Jason Adonis (!?) and Spencer Reed; Draven Torres getting worked over by his astonishingly gorgeous prick boyfriend, hairy beast Alexsander Freitas; and Angel0 getting consecutively doubled by Phenix and Brandon. So much potential left on the table is just a shame.



I have to suspect that Tony Dimarco, who directed Brutal, was not the  director of the photoshoot for the promotional shots for Brutal. I say this, because the promo pics tell an undeniably different story than the flick itself (caveat emptor). And if the flick told the story that’s in the promo pics, I have to think I’d be writing an entirely different review. For example, hairy beast Alexsander never actually “wrestles” with Draven. If these two had an actual jockstrap wrestling scene in the gym with Alexsander slapping on a cobra clutch, Brutal would be significantly improved.



Same goes for the tragically untapped potential captured in the posed promotional pic of Rusty mounting Angelo in the ring, with Angelo’s ankles laced together behind Rusty’s back, Rusty’s tongue down his thraot, and Angelo pinned. This scene isn’t quite from the movie, but in one captured still, it tells a story a hundred times hotter than the miserably brief combat scene between these two gorgeous hunks on film.



Porn is all about imagination, though, isn’t it? And happily for me, I have a very active one. I can rewrite the script in my head to pit Angelo, Phenix and Brandon in a consensual three way rumble (preferably in the ring), with the stakes being that the first man to submit sexually submits to the domination and humiliation of the other two. Suddenly, some replayed snippets of Phenix capturing Angelo in an armbar while surprisingly hot slice of white bread, Brandon, plows Angelo’s absolutely perfect ass from behind… and things are firing on all cylinders for me. In any case, if you’ve been tempted to take a bite out of Brutal to fuel your wrestling kink, be forewarned. It’s a mixed bag, and if you’re like me, the product may take you only halfway down the path, requiring your imagination to drive you the rest of the way home. But if you’re like me, you can probably still manage to be pleased with the purchase of Brutal.

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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The homoerotic wrestler of the month designation I started last summer has a few readers perplexed. Some readers seem to think that there’s some science to this, that there are rules to be followed and justice to be handed out. Of course, this is just my entirely subjective take. I call ’em as I see ’em, and I’m the first to admit that my choices may be at times arbitrary or capricious. I’m fine with that. You’ll have to cope. Which leads us to November’s homoerotic wrestler of the month. My take is that new releases are relatively slim again this month. BG East appears to be about to pop out a new catalog for December, but in the meantime they released a Donnie Drake wrestler spotlight that has to put Donnie, Jobe, Paul Hudson and Rio Garza back in the running. ThundersArena gets two new releases that have caught my eye as potential sources for November’s homoerotic wrestler of the month. Battle of the Male Models parts 1 & 2  mark some nice new directions for Thunders, I think, including some plot and motivation. They also give Zman, STL, Uno, Frank the Tank, and Batar invitations to jump in the pool of nominees for homoerotic wrestler of the month. NakedKombat has some unconventional entries, due in part to their entertaining release of unfinished matches. Based on these dominating performances, Rocco Giovanni, Spencer Reed, and always-in-contention, Mitch Colby are in consideration, along with DJ and Trent Diesel for their highly competitive and smokin’ hot November 24 tag team victory. RockHardWrestling, I believe, put out their 2-on-1 ring bout this month to give Zman still another entry, along with Tyler Reeves and Ethan Andrews. Finally, I’m giving a nod to Raging Stallions’ release of Brutal, which I’ve had the opportunity to begin to enjoy (and will write more on later), for which I’ll permit Trent Diesel to have another nomination, along with Rusty Stevens, Angelo Marconi, Brenn Wyson and Hugo Milano.

Okay, so I was so wrong. There are plenty of delightful nominees to choose from. But there can only be one (not true, of course… no rules…), and my choice for the homoerotic wrestler of the month for November 2010 is….




Yes, I can already hear some of you complaining that Trent was just homoerotic wrestler of the month in July. True enough. And as far as I’m concerned, Trent earned a repeat at HWM precisely because he’s working that fine, fine (finefinefine) ass of his off pumping out hot wrestling performances. He and Zman had an edge this month for both coming in with two hard-hitting new release nominations, but between the two of them, Trent could beat Zack senseless and own his prettyboy straight ass for days (and that would instantly become my all time favorite match for all of history). Trent’s work in Brutal is decent. He’s got a few minutes of actual wrestling, which is unfortunately a little rare for Brutal. He’s also starring one of the scenes in the movie that “collapses the metaphor” nicely, as intense grappling becomes intense fucking.


Paired with his tag team victory alongside of DJ over at NakedKombat, Trent’s Brutal performance gave him the edge for me this month. His body looks hotter and hotter every time I see him. His tattoos are gorgeous. His intensity is fantastic. Watching him struggle to work through the pain of Leo Forte’s body scissor in his NK match is incredibly arousing. He’s just one incredibly hard working homoerotic wrestling pornboy, and I think he deserves the credit. In fact, I think his hard working is making up the distance between him and my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Rusty Stevens. Rusty’s performance in Brutal is weak on actual wrestling/fighting, with only one highly stylized cut-n-paste, very brief tussle with body beautiful Angelo Marconi. If Rusty doesn’t put up something better than that soon, I could easily see Trent slapping a figure-4 choke on him and fucking Rusty’s lip-clad ass out of the top spot in my rankings. Stay focused, and keep up the fantastic work, Trent!


Movement in the Ranks

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Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I just saw one of the most entertaining Naked Kombat matches ever. The set up was golden to start with. Trent Diesel, who’s grabbing me by the balls lately and demanding my attention, teams up with DJ in a mat tag match against Cameron Adams and Leo Forte.

This match rocks me hard, simple as that. Trent and DJ are shredded and hotter than hell. Cameron and Leo are softer and command less fighting experience. I was sure from the intros that Cameron and Leo were headed into a one-sided beat down. I was so wrong.

Truth be told, I think the match wasn’t as close as the official score (55-53), but it was certainly highly competitive. I love the 2-on-1 “grace period” that NK allows when a tag happens, permitting the tagging team to double-team their opponent for a while before kicking the tagged out teammate off the mat. Both teams work the 2-on-1 aggressively. All four boys work their asses off and never say die. And best of all, they generate some serious heat, as egos are bruised and the entertainment turns to defending of pride. Leo in particular cannot STAND getting double-teamed, making it that much more delightful to watch when he’s on the bad end of it (and listen as DJ cackles with delight over Leo’s screams).

Leo’s telling the story of being Cameron (“the weakest link”) Adams’ coach. He’s barking instructions throughout whenever Cameron’s on the mat. And I think it makes a huge difference. Cameron looks like he doesn’t know which way is up quite a bit of the match, but he obeys Leo’s commands and more often than not works him way out of a fix. I was slightly astonished to watch DJ be the total top in his partnership with Trent. During their 2-on-1’s, DJ is snarling out instructions at Trent like a fierce daddy. Just to spoil the drama for you, when they come out on top and take command in the sex round, it’s DJ calling the shots and Trent seeming happy to take his lead.

The most astonishing thing about this match has got to be DJ. I’ve seen him on NK several times (including getting his ass handed to him by Trent), and I’ve liked his work. But in this tag match, he’s incredible! I swear, he holds his own nearly as well on the short end of a 2-on-1 as he does 1-on-1. He kills the double-team advantage for Leo and Cameron on more than one occasion, leaving them simply unable to capitalize on what should be a points bonanza. Frankly, he outwrestles Trent, though Trent on the paralyzed receiving end of Leo’s body scissors, then turning around a couple rounds later and returning the favor long and hard, is fantastically hot.

It’s DJ that makes the biggest jump in my estimation, coming from the unseeded masses to position himself as a serious contender to be one of my homoerotic wrestling favorites (pornboy division, of course). But truth be told, this match nudges Trent sufficiently upward (even if covering less absolute distance), to unseat my #1 contender homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Mitch Colby. Yes, for the first time since I started keeping track of the rankings, Mitch has been suplexed right out of the top two, leaving Rusty Stevens looking over his shoulder at a new #1 contender: the ridiculously hot, hard, gorgeous-with-a-dirtball-edge (in the very best way), Trent Diesel. Congratulations, Trent! Way to climb on top and pound the competition into submission!

Brutally Cautious

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Raging Stallion has released new promotional pics for the much anticipated release of Brutal. It’s available for pre-order, but I’m not seeing when the actual release date is. According to the extensive product description, “Thrust in the face of total domination some men submit, some men fight back and some men champion!”

Brutal appears to be primarily alumni week for veterans of Naked Kombat. The cast includes NK battleboys Brenn Wyson, Phenix Saint, Race Cooper, Tommy Defendi, and my #1 favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Rusty Stevens as well a my July homoerotic wrestler of the month (and rising stock in my favorite rankings… watch your ass, Mitch) Trent Diesel.

The promotional pics are fantastic! Very high quality photography, with the boys telling a dozen stories with each frame. Glossy, sweaty, stylized, and ready for hanging on the wall, the pics alone are a wrestling/fight fetish fantasy.

The movies themselves (two, two disc features apparently being released simultaneously… who should have to wait for a sequel?), on the other hand, are leaving me just a little cautious. My read of the description makes me suspect that “part 2” is a little more pitched toward my tastes, with perhaps a little more of a nod to the heat of competition rather than a rush to a quick beat ’em and rape ’em motif. I’ve been sold before by Rusty, Trent, Phenix, and Race, and it looks like “part 2” is also where that constellation of the cast seems to concentrate. It’s entirely possible that both parts may shortchange the actual eroticism of wrestling as they speed on by to linger over the standard fuck and suck scenes from every camera angle. That’s sort of what I’ve come to expect from the porn-tries-wrestling approach, which has served only to remind me that’s it’s the wrestling-as-homoeroticism that’s actually what occupies my fantasies.

In any case, Trent in particular is looking astonishingly fine in his promo pics. In part 2, he’s reportedly throwing down with Hugo Milano as coach Race Cooper watches. In porn-style, the scene apparently morphs into Race’s imagination of how hot the two fighters would look having sex. This is just the sort of element that makes me cautious. The stills of Trent and Hugo in competition make me all sorts of excited, but if that too quickly turns to a boom-chick-a-boom close up of Hugo’s cock sliding in and out of Trent’s ass, then I’m going to be bitter. Not that I have a problem with cocks and ass in action, but a fade out away from the wrestling domination scenario to cut straight to the sex is not pitched toward and audience of me.

There’s a description of what’s sold as an MMA competition scenario between Rusty (whose website is back up… hooray!), and Angelo Marconi. If the actual action is as short-lived as the description makes it sound, then, again I say, the porn-dabble into wrestling fetish will leave me disappointed (what about the pony ride?). A dominating, sneering, crushing Rusty is just wasted on truck-stop bathroom cruise scene, for my tastes.

I don’t know all of these boys, and clearly I haven’t seen the product. The stills are instantly cherished images, and the potential continues to give me hope. The description, though, suggests that this may look more like the standard porn script that uses a scenario, any scenario, as the context for the same, well-worn porn-sex extravaganza that we can find wrapped up in just about any packaging we might like. You know me, though. I’m a sucker for a promise and a fantasy, so I’ll probably check out at least part 2. I’ll let you know what I find.