Thunderdome

Seriously.

As you will undoubtedly remember, my debut match for BGEast was a tag match on Masked Mayhem 2, where I joined my bud Maxx Thunder in the ring to take on two big, beautiful studs, Drew Russell and Alexi Adamov.

I never really thought I’d enjoy a tag match, but with Maxx at my back and those two beautiful men in their skimpy baby blue bikinis on the other side of the ring…I could feel my cock stirring in my trunks and the desire to see those handsome hunks suffer rising in my loins.

If you’ve seen the match, you’ll also know that I was the weak link in Team Thunder, only insofar as Alexi caught me off guard at one point–never get cocky, no matter how easy the match has seemed so far–and put me through the ringer, even tagging big Drew Russell in to add to my humiliations. He eventually got me to submit, too, the big bitch.

Team Thunder eventually triumphed, beating the crap out of the two big pretty boys.

I still regret not getting a ring match with Alexi, just the two of us–I still remember the great joy he took in torturing me when had the chance, and while there was definitely some payback in that match, I’ve always wondered how a singles match with the two of us would turn out.

Well, not really. I would have handed Alexi his ass, like I did Drew when we got into the ring for a singles match. It’s more that I’m disappointed that the fans didn’t get a chance to see me handling Alexi by myself, playing his body like a drum.

It would have been a classic.

I never did another tag match for BGEast–although I came close a couple of times. That’s another regret of mine; it would have been awesome to team up with, say, the Enforcer and take on a team like Patrick Donovan and Mitch Colby.

And I found myself enjoying watching tag matches–like Brute Baynard & Matt Thrasher taking on Morgan Cruise and Damien Rush on Tag Team Torture 19.

(to be continued)

Go Your Own Way: Nick Archer vs. Justin Pierce, Fantasymen 22

Truth be told, Justin and Nick are so fucking hot, does the match itself even matter?

I mean, fuck me.

And as I said before, the match started out friendly enough; two new guys to the Arena, helping each other stretch and warm up for the match to come.

LOOK AT THOSE LEGS.

And they’re not just beautiful boys, either. They actually can wrestle! While that can be choreographed somewhat, you still…

Sorry there, Constant Reader; I am trying to be better at making at least weekly posts, but real life has been a bit of a heel to me lately, trapping me in the corner and taking cheap shots. I am surfacing briefly today because, for one, I need a break and for two, because I fucking can.

Oh yes, I’d started talking about the match between these two, which was the first time I encountered either of them on the BGEast site.

Fuck me, right?

One thing BGEast has consistently done over the decades has showcased ridiculously good-looking men. If you have a preference or a type, chances are you’ll find a whole vast expansive catalogue of guys who press your buttons.

Lucky me, I don’t have a type. I pretty much can find something attractive in almost every man, so BGEast is a smorgasbord for me.

Both Justin and Nick had great runs at BGEast, and their bodies were always in top condition. At first, Nick seemed to have a preference for wrestling in square cuts or those football-style shorts (see above), but he eventually moved on to more traditionally cut ring trunks. I always had a thing for Nick, from this first match (Fantasymen 22) on. I liked that he was shorter and stockier; muscular and thick and in great shape, but not, perhaps, as ripped up or cut as others. His pecs and legs were nice and thick, and that ass.

Oh my God, that ass. It was a work of art.

He also had the most amazing pouty lips, gorgeous eyes, and that New England/Boston-ish accent that’s always gotten my attention.

Justin, of course, was no slouch either. Beautiful beautiful face, startling blue eyes, and the body was of course perfectly proportioned, defined, and just big.

The match started off friendly enough as the two new guys help each other go through their warm-ups and help each other stretch. Even the wrestling, once it gets started, is friendly enough.

But matches that start out friendly rarely end up that way….

To be continued…

All the Pretty Wrestlers: today's blog, Justin Pierce v. Nick Archer, Fantasymen 22

How have I never yet blogged about Justin Pierce?

I mean, Christ on the cross, look up perfect in the dictionary and there he is.

Those eyes! Those abs! Those legs! Those pecs! Those arms!

That ass! Those pouty lips! He’s just, for want of a better superlative, fucking gorgeous.

I first discovered him on Fantasymen 22, a tape I’ve already discussed (I think) because I was enamored of the Sean…

I Get Around: In which Cage gets the upper hand with Cole....for a little while, at least.

So, not only was I finally able to get into the ring–I also tossed Cole back in by his trunks.

Turnabout is fair play, after all.

Heels can also get over-confident, particularly when the match has, frankly, been pretty fucking easy for them so far. Cole gave me an opening and I took it.

And once I was in the ring, I was determined to not only get my own back, but to give him the ultimate…

Body Rock: trial by fire, part 2 of wrestling Cole Cassidy

No, not intimidating in the least.

  The set up for the match was basically this: Cage, new wrestler in the BGEast Arena stable, wants to wrestle, and has challenged, Cole Cassidy, one of the nastiest heels ever to climb through the ropes for the BGEast cameras.

This is what the write-up on the website has to say:

Cage Thunder is one well-traveled wrestler. He’s faced some of the toughest men…

Ole King Cole: today's blog; the lessons you learn from getting in the ring with a master heel.

When I first started doing pro wrestling, I was told, “look at every match as a learning experience.  The only way to get better is to learn.”

So, what did I learn from wrestling Cole Cassidy?

I learned that he knew a variety of ways to bend my body into insanely twisted shapes, for one.

I also learned that an expert heel always has a reserve left in the tank–no matter what you’ve done to…

Small Packages: today's blog; an appreciation of Cole Cassidy.

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So, before I get back to talking about my match with Cole Cassidy, let’s spend some time appreciating him, shall we?

Despite the way his charisma and personality make him seem larger than life on camera–and in pictures–he’s shorter than I am: 5’8 and weighs 166 pounds. Despite the small stature, let me assure you in all my years as a fan, I never noticed his size.

He always loomed large to me.

Both Sides Now: Jobberpaloozer 15, Cage Thunder v Cole Cassidy

So, what I think is my last match ever taped for BGEast is now out there for purchase, streaming or however you watch your BGEast videos.

And yes, it’s my second appearance in the Jobberpaloozer series, and I am wrestling this guy:

Yup, none other than Cole Cassidy.

Christ, look at that body. I mean….look at it.

In an interesting aside, the last match of mine to be released was actually the fir…

Take Cybertron, for example.

Seriously, just beat me, fuck me up, strip me out of my trunks, stuff them in my mouth and just have your fucking way with me already, Daddy.

And seriously, congratulations on the fucking body, Daddy. This is what he looked like when he first appeared for BGEast, on Masked Mayhem 2 (which was also my BGEast debut) ,ten years or so ago:

  I mean, nothing wrong with him back then–that ass, for God’s sake–but it’s amazing what about eight or nine years of hard work in the gym will do.

When he reappeared recently in Masked Destroyers 1, I literally did a double take.

My jaw my have dropped and my tongue might have come out of my mouth a little bit.

I mean JFC.

So, yeah. Gulp.

And then imagining what this vicious hunk of nasty muscle would do to baby-faced Austin Cooper?

Oh yeah, baby. Come to daddy.

(to be continued)

Let’s talk about Austin Cooper for a minute, shall we?

I’ve been a fan since I first saw him take on Jake Jenkins (another tasty morsel) in Ripped Rookies 1: A Score to Settle. It was an impressive debut for both; a mat match with both starting in singlets before stripping down to much more provocative gear, and not only were they both lovely to look at, they were also pretty damned skilled. I…

We've Got the Beating: today's blog, in which I finish discussing the Charron-Alexander match from HUNKBASH 20.

I could wax poetic about Braden Charron’s muscular ass for days.

Sigh…oh, yeah, where were we? Oh yes, Carter Alexander had already made the bodacious-buttocked Braden submit already, and we were well on our way to yet another Bradenbash…or are we?

Muscle stud Braden has learned a few things, apparently, after being on the receiving of some of the hottest and sexiest beatings in BGEast history,…

The Beat Goes On: Braden v. Carter, part one, from Hunkbash 20.

So, here we have it in Hunkbash 20: bountifully built Braden Charron taking on lean muscle stud Carter Alexander.

And let’s face it, as the website copy says, “If Braden is in a Hunkbash, that usually means it’s a Bradenbash.”

After some stretching and posing and the usual pre-match banter, the two studs get down to action. And sure enough, as predicted, sexy Carter is soon arrogantly bashing…

It’s not easy to keep up with all the hot guys in gay-interest wrestling, and I have to confess I’ve been sleeping on this one. How have I missed him thus far?  He’s already released matches with Kid Karisma, Jake Jenkins, Kirk Donahue, and Kayden Keller–and the Keller match I definitely knew of, since Kayden wore the same trunks I wore in my match against Pink Puma–trunks I loved so much I wanted to steal them.

And yet…yes, I was sleeping on this one. When the Hunkbash 20 DVD arrived, I didn’t remember him.

SERIOUSLY.

Outside of his hair–it’s a personal preference, but all these hairstyles for men which involve sprays and gels and “products” to shape the hair and keep it in place have always struck me as dopey; I call is “stupid hair”–but then again, I also came of age in the days when men wore their hair long, parted in the center and then blown dry and brushed so the bangs feathered; don’t even get me started on the hideous hairstyles of the 1980’s–Carter Alexander is everything I like in a wrestler–great smile, handsome face, the slightest hint of dimples in his cheeks. And then the body. He’s lean, muscular, ripped–and while he must depilate his torso, he leaves his legs hairy.

And that vascularity is fucking insane. I mean–look at those deep cuts from the top of his pelvic girdle heading to the groin.

There’s vascularity even in his fucking legs.

With the exception of Kirk Donahue, he has already logged matches with some of the nastier heels in the current roster at BGEast, and so tossing him into the ring for a Hunkbash with Braden? Yeah, my money was definitely on this pretty young man for a brutal bashing of Braden.

And I was here for it.

And yes, that’s an ass I’d like to hold in both hands as I pull him closer to me.

(to be continued)

Never been any doubt about his sexiness, really. I’ve always had a hard-on for Braden; another wrestler I regret never working with during my time in front of the cameras.

I love beating down a muscle boy. The only thing more fun? Watching a muscle boy get beaten down. It makes me fucking hard.

And then…there’s that ass.

Wow.

I mean…

Braden’s ass is a force of nature. Imagine how that would feel under your hand–whether smacking or squeezing. He could probably crack walnuts between those ass cheeks.

No, no Alexi! You’re facing the wrong way!

Braden must be a competitive bodybuilder, I think, because there are times when his body looks competition ready (above in the gold) and then there are times when he looks like he is in the bulking phase:

He looks great in either case–and I’ve imagined beating the crap out of him in either shape.

Braden is the latest little muscle tank in a long and proud BGEast tradition going back to studs like Mike Columbo, Buster Bergeron, and Joe Mazetti–and usually, these short muscle studs tend to job (Mazetti being the exception to this rule; Columbo was both).

But lately, something’s been up with Braden…(to be continued)

Obviously,  the Enforcer is the first masked stud to come to mind.

His match with Blueboy is a classic, absolute classic. Both wrestlers in exceptional shape, and the battle is epic.

So, my obvious interest in masked wrestlers brings me to Masked Mayhem 14, featuring a match between Titanium Blue:

And his opponent, Green Envy:

Right? You can see why this match made my dick hard, and why I’ve watched it numerous times already. Both wrestlers are sexy as fuck (look at that ass on Green Envy, and those perfectly fitting, perfectly cut trunks with the high hip to emphasize the perfect curvature of that tight hard little ass. I also love the way his mask is cut so you can see the facial hair. The facial hair is a pleasant surprise; guys with bodies that tight and lean and muscular generally don’t have beards; as soon as I saw this shot I thought, my cock stirring in my sweatpants, I hope he loses the mask during the match–and also–that blue trim on the yellowish-green trunks? Gave me hope that there was a thong or jock under the trunks which meant the trunks would also come off. )

But it was Titanium Blue who truly turned my crank, got me hard…and this is not a dis on Green Envy; he’s hot as fuck. But Blue…the thickly muscled, beefy body and the swagger when he walks…not to mention how hard and thick dat ass is. And again…there’s a line of  reddish-orange trim on his trunks that looks like there might be something skimpier underneath…which meant his would also come off.

I mean, what are the odds that both guys have that trim line on their trunks and there aren’t skimpier trunks underneath? And dat ass. My God, look at that fucking ass.

And he just looks like he has that, I don’t know, heel swagger; everything about him just screams I am going to beat the fuck out of you, lean muscle boy, and you’re going to fucking get off on it.

That ass–imagine those beefy thighs wrapped around your head while that ass flexes…

Oh, fuck yeah, was I ready for this.

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As you can see, Green Envy is wearing a knee brace–which is, as always in wrestling, a bit of foreshadowing. Wrestlers getting into the ring with a pre-existing condition (see what I did there?) are simply signaling a weakness to their heel opponent–look, my knee is damaged but I’m sure you’ll be cool and not go after it, right?

Riiiiiiiiiiiight. Titanium wastes no time in going after Envy’s knee.

But despite giving up size and strength–and that injured knee–Envy puts up a decent fight!

That’s kind of a hot picture–lean musclestud backed into corner, opponent with rockin’ body coming in to beat on him…yeah.

Ruh roh, could be lights out for Titanium! And they’re both sweaty.

There are fewer thing sexier to me than the glistening of sweaty skin.

The action moved outside the ring, too…and Envy worked that to his advantage.

But not for long…

And yes, there was my pet passion: head scissors.

And yes, Titanium unmasked Envy, and it was just as hot and sexy as it is when I do it to some hapless ring victim. Titanium, in an awesome show of contempt, unmasked himself.

Envy is actually quite handsome…while Titanium is definitely has the face of a cocky stud who knows he can beat your ass and you’ll enjoy it.

High marks to Masked Mayhem 14–this match alone is worth the cost of the DVD.

I’ll be watching again for sure.

My only quibble was the trunks with the different colored waistbands…they never came off, and so maybe there was nothing skimpier underneath? It would have been awesome to see those two hot asses in thongs or jocks…

There really isn’t a definition of the word, I suppose, as it applies to gay male sexuality. I’ve always taken it to mean a sexy older man you’d want to have sex with.

Lots and lots of hot, sweaty, nasty sex.

BGEast has, over the years, presented us with some truly hot daddies.

Take Powergunz for example.

Now, he’s probably not older than I am, but he definitely fits into what I would consider a daddy. Masculine, big, strong, hairy…oozing testosterone. You just want to get locked into a sleazy motel room with him for a weekend, don’t you?

I know I do.

I also consider this stud to be a hot daddy. I mean, look at him.

There’s just something about a mask, isn’t there? I generally don’t care for tights on wrestlers either, but lately…I’ve been seeing their appeal. This stud certainly helps in that regard.

Mac Matthias is another one I’d consider a daddy, even though he’s not that old and not that hairy. But he has that masculine, dominant energy that comes off as daddy-ish to me; I mean, that look on his face. Whoever is in the ring with him is about to get beaten, badly.

Indy pro wrestler Matt Stryker is definitely a daddy.  Thick muscles, that body hair, and look at those powerful powerful legs. And that ass….but never mistake Matt for someone you’re going to dominate in the ring. No, he might let you get some early advantages as he works up a glistening sweat…but he is going to then cut loose on you and dominate you until you know you’re his bitch and he can do whatever he wants to you.

Scott Williams is also kind of a daddy; that lean, ripped body, that deep sexy voice, and that body hair. It’s really a shame he only taped four matches for BGEast. I’ve wrestled him privately a few times….and it was always a great time.

Despite the yellow trunks, Skotch English just screams heel/daddy/dominance, doesn’t he? I wrestled him privately about ten years or so ago–we were locked in a hotel room for about eight hours and I enjoyed every sweating, screaming-in-agony, minute of it. And while hotel matches are definitely a lot of fun, I still hope to get into a ring with him someday. I bet he’s even more fun in a ring. His demolition of Mitch Colby for BGEast was one of my favorite ring matches in BGEast history–both men sweat heavily, and I do love me some sweaty wrestlers.

You also cannot talk about BGEast daddies without Clint Morgan being mentioned. Big Clint–oh, how I wish I’d worked with him, either in front of the cameras or in private. Big Clint has always been one of my favorites…he is pretty much every imaginable wrestling domination fantasy all rolled up into one sexy and enormous package.

And of course no discussion of BGEast daddies would be complete without the master of them all, the Brooklyn Bodywrecker. My private match with him is one of my all time favorites. He was the one I wanted to unmask me–either him or Kid Vicious–but it never worked out.

And now, back to work.