WARNING!
Distributor | Released | Length |
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BG East Wrestling | ? |
Gold Shaft made a big splash in BG's first official Cock Fight match. The masked sex wrestler swung his impressive meat like a sledgehammer, pounding his opponent into awestruck submission and giving the golden man of mystery an instant and enthusiastic fan base. Finding another opponent willing to face a sex wrestling arsenal like his turned out to be quite frustrating. Having seen what this stud is packing in his trunks, more than one intimidated wrestler took a pass on facing Gold Shaft's golden shaft.
But our masked stud is as resourceful as he is intimidating. With the nightclubs of Lauderdale as his hunting ground, sans mask, he searched for a new victim among the uninitiated. Pretty young Puerto Rican dancer, Lauden Sevior, rose to the bait with an enthusiasm that even made Gold Shaft question if the kid might be a ringer. Either way, it took very little coaxing to get Lauden to the new BGE mat room for "un poquitin de lucha."
Lauden seems entirely unsurprised when Gold Shaft tosses him a pair of green trunks two sizes too small and excuses himself to change into his own gear in the next room. The lithe, lean beauty can't quite keep his beautiful round ass cheeks contained within the breathtakingly sensual fabric. Lauden has thick, curly brown hair that tumbles down to his shoulders and a downy coat covering his chest and legs. A lower abdominal tat peaks out just over the top of the very low-rise trunks. He's incredibly lean and limber as he stretches, waiting for his host to return, demonstrating that his beautifully conditioned and aesthetically proportioned muscles are both strong and flexible. If Gold Shaft was taken in by Lauden's flowing locks and cherubic baby face, his lean hard muscle and obvious athleticism may be more than the down-and-dirty sex wrestler bargained for!
A little surprise washes over Lauden's innocent-looking face when his host returns having donned his white mask and incredibly brief, bulging golden trunks. Gold Shaft struts into the mat room and immediately slaps the beautiful rookie in the chest. Lauden is instantly on defense as his aggressive opponent tackles him to his back and slaps down his hefty bulge across the fresh-faced rookie's stunned lips. Gold Shaft flexes, perched on top of Lauden's chest, ready for the terror to finally settle onto the new kid's painfully pretty face.
With self-assured smoothness, Lauden secures his opponent's masked face tightly in a stunning face-to-crotch headscissors! Gold Shaft squirms and grunts in disbelief. The kid's legs are shockingly powerful, and the masked wrestler can't help but claw and squeeze his young opponent's perfect round ass as the kid exacts some suffering from his host.
The element of surprise gets Lauden only so far. He's fast, flexible and surprisingly strong. Gold Shaft easily muscles his way free in the early moments of this surprisingly contested mat battle. If Gold Shaft thinks his opponent will cower in awe and terror, he's gravely mistaken. Every time he flexes and flaunts his more powerful body in the young stud's face, Lauden takes the opportunity to escape and make the masked hunk pay. Those strong, supple, downy legs are Lauden's most effective offense, and when he wraps them around his opponent's body, Gold Shaft is guaranteed to be left panting in pain.
A crotch ripping split leaves the rookie spread wide and vulnerable, completely in his host's control. Gold Shaft strokes the rookie's pecs, toys with his nipples, weaving the intoxicating elixir of wrestling and seduction of which he is quite clearly an accomplished master. The pleasure-laced pain makes Lauden's eyes glaze over and his ample basket bulge big. In a sudden panic, the rookie slaps the mat. "Me rindo! Me rindo!" he submits in Spanish.
Were this a scissors battle, the rookie just might lay waste to the shocked masked man repeatedly trapped breathless between his thighs. But this is not just a battle of scissors, and ball claws, ass slapping and cock massages leave lovely Lauden wondering if he's cumming or going. The masked man's erotic offense is particularly incapacitating for the young stud, who repeatedly succumbs to Gold Shaft's expert ministrations.
Lauden has his own erotic lures. Gold Shaft can't keep his hands off the kid's pretty butt and flowing locks. He drags him humiliatingly around the room by his inviting mane. Repeatedly, Gold Shaft becomes distracted from his aggression by the tactile allure of threading his fingers through Lauden's locks. Driven to distraction, he forgoes assured pins, unable to stop pounding his fully aroused cock into the club kid's sweet body. Mounted on his opponent's quivering ass, Gold Shaft locks on a wrenching nelson, his cock pressing down between Lauden's cheeks. Desperately the rookie screams, "No more!"
There is more to Lauden's initiation by the terrifying masked wrestler. In Spanish and English he submits and pleads. Viciously crotch-clawed in an OTK backbreaker, sleepered out cold and roused again by his tormentor biting his butt, Lauden is battered into complete submission all over the mat. Gold Shaft escapes the rookie's dangerous legs. He masters the rookie in one hold after another. But it's Lauden's mouth, locked onto his golden bulge, that brings the savvy sex wrestler to the edge of losing control!
Reese Wells paces BG East's Florida patio mats like a caged animal waiting for his opponent to arrive. Reese's tenure at BG East has not gone as planned. The aspiring young pro wrestler is blessed with an angelic face paired with a breathtakingly lean, powerfully muscled physique born of freakish genetic gifts and a fanatical devotion to physical conditioning. His plan was to bank some hours training for his shot at a big time, mainstream pro wrestling audition while teaching the BG East stable a thing or two about "real" wrestling. Indeed, he scored a couple of notable victories on the mats.
However, Reese's matches in the ring have been a long series of increasingly brutal and sexually humiliating defeats. Reese's skimpy bullseye thong was no match for the big boner induced by Jonny Firestorm's beating on Ball Bash 2. His double teaming unmasking by Cage Thunder and Lightning Rod on Masked Mayhem 9 left him stripped and streaked with heel jizz. Reese's reputation around here is dangerously close to becoming that of a hard luck, hardcore, well-hung jobber. Reese is pinning his hopes for redeeming that reputation on calling out gutter punk Billy Lodi for hot match in the Florida sun.
Reese is ripped to shreds, his comic book hero proportions capped off by thick, pumped pecs and an insanely narrow waist tapering inside incredibly tight swim trunks. Reese despises "unprofessional behavior." He hates to be kept waiting. He hate's "skinny" gutter punks like Billy Lodi, and, oh yeah, he HATES wrestlers who show up in baggy shorts.
"You gonna wrestle in THAT!?" he asks, furious at the mere sight of his opponent's attire once laid back Billy arrives. "You can't wrestle in that! It's not professional!!!"
"I wear whatever I want," cocky Billy shoots back, adding a slapping shove into Reese's lovely, bulging chest to drive home the point. Reese's cute face flashes hot red anger.
"You're asking for an ass kicking!" Reese boasts, quickly wrapping his peak-a-boo biceps around Billy's head to instantly take charge. There's no contest when it comes to strength. Reese can milk agony out of a simple headlock for days and days on lean smoker Billy. He takes the gutter punk to the mat and rips off the offending baggy shorts, leaving Billy with nothing but his sexy underwear. Having forcibly won the point about professional attire, the aspiring pro rips apart his opponent's legs and begins to wrench Billy's knee dangerously, quickly scoring the first submission. With the advantage and Billy's trunks in hand, Reese's confidence, like his gorgeous pecs, swell. Already he can feel the stench of humiliation at the hands of BG East's most notorious heels washing off of him in the Florida breeze.
This is most definitely not Billy Lodi's first dance. Like Reese, he's often underestimated for his youthful appearance, but win or lose, not one of Billy's opponent's has come out of a confrontation unscathed. And he's faced far more intimidating opponents than achingly pretty Reese Wells. "You're awfully scrawny," he snaps, directly challenging Reese's claim to pro standing. To prove the point further, Billy tackles him to the mat and pounds on his rock hard abs. Never a pushover, Billy grabs Reese by the hair and yells in his face. "Not so tough! Feel good, huh?" he snarls, slapping Reese's ass. "Come on, fight back!"
Neither of these rough and tumble jocks will go down without a seriously vicious fight. Reese counters with stunningly gorgeous bodyscissors that makes Billy squirm like a bug. Flexing and pumping his ripped thighs, Reese works Billy's internal organs like squeezing the last ounce of toothpaste from the tube. With the aspiring pro's big, juicy bulge propped so enticingly near, Billy couldn't help himself if he wanted to (he didn't). He viciously claws Reese's pieces, twisting with a sadistic grin growing on the punk's face. "Submit you little bitch!" The stunned "professional" chokes and sputters, holding out impressively before finally gasping out his obedient submission - 3 times! - because Billy doesn't hear so well.
Reese can feel the mantle of a Pretty Boy Jobber beginning to rest on his granite carved shoulders, and he doesn't like the feeling one bit. Abandoning professional ethics and sportsmanship altogether, he sinks to his opponent's level and hits back with some of the dirty tricks he's been subjected to by his betters at BG East. He chokes Billy with his own shorts and drags the punk around the mat with them. Reese yanks him up by his hair, hurling taunts and insults. Repeated over-the-knee backbreakers leave Billy weeping in pain. An wicked standing headscissors makes Billy turn beet red, finally submitting even as Reese keeps him locked up tight to flex his baseball biceps for the adoring camera.
There are no fewer than 17(!) wailing submissions as Reese and Billy are hell bent on punishing one another. Billy's prime targetsare slapping Reese's sweet ass and clawing those bulbous pecs. Reese focuses on snapping Billy's "skinny" limbs, determined to mess up his knees with vicious leg locks, and threatening to snap his elbows with arm bars.
Billy gets a rise out of Reese's sweat stained trunks the harder he makes the aspiring pro hurt. We also can't begrudge Billy his occasional stroking and groping Reese's stunning muscles. However, fans may be surprised by how closely contested this mat battle is fought all the way to the very last moment, when one of these fierce young fighters is finally knocked out cold and cock-pinned, proving once and for all who's the jobber here.
Many a BG wrestler has made a point of calling out Christian Taylor in order to get close to his classically handsome face and beautifully long, lean, athletic body. Once beaten and subdued, it is a well-known and often discussed fact that Christian invariably melts into full contact lust in the hands of a worthy opponent who's bested him. But subduing Christian is far easier said than done, and the deceptively lean stud has more than held his own against some of the toughest, most accomplished mat wrestlers that BG East has to offer. He's chalked up more defeats than victories, but once he's locked his gorgeous lips on a sweat-soaked opponent after all else is said and done, honestly, everyone's a winner!
Tino Valencia is one more in a long line of BGE scrappers who've set their sights on tasting victory perched atop a conquered Christian Taylor. Tino has wrestled just a few times for BG East, but his credentials in underground and private wrestling are extensive. He has a taste for long, lean, young white boys with something to prove, so it's no wonder the veteran Latino hunk pulled some strings to get Christian on his fight card. He's older than Christian, which can mean more aches and pain, but also a depth of experience and expertise that youthfulness can't always match. Christian is far from a rookie, but Tino is betting he's still ripe for the picking by steadier, more mature hands like his.
The tone is playful as the they approach the mats. Christian taunts the "old guy," and Tino shoves him stumbling into the room. Early going, they taunt and test one another, trading rapid fire moves and countermoves in a flurry of twisting limbs. Catching the young stud in a humiliating schoolboy pin, the Latino hunk sneers down at him. "This is gonna be easy!"
"I'm just luring you into a false sense of security," Christian grins back a moment before executing a violently twisting counter. His tanned, toned body has never been in better shape as he flexes his way to locking a leg back in wrenching single leg boston. He gloats with glee, his big bulging Latin heel buttoned down tightly and groaning in pain.
The playfulness comes to a screeching halt when Tino follows another twisting escape with a snarling, shoulder snapping full nelson/body scissors combination that stretches Christian's beautiful, long muscles vulnerably. Gone are the grins and chuckles. "You going to let an old guy get you, huh!?" Tino's taunts no longer sounding nearly so playful. His upper lip curls, hell bent on squeezing out the first fall submission or ripping his young opponent's arms out at the shoulders, whichever comes first - and maybe both!
Christian submits the first fall, but Tino isn't satisfied until he's ripped the board shorts off of his young opponent's legs. Left in nothing but his sexy designer underwear, Christian's beautiful bulges distract his veteran opponent. Getting distracted with Christian Taylor on top of you is always a serious mistake! He locks his breathtakingly powerful thighs around Tino's neck and unbuttons the Latino hunk's shorts to pry them off. Amply packed pouches bounce and swing as they continue to relentlessly scramble and squeeze.
Tino plays dangerously. That's the only way he knows to play! He prods and pokes, stoking the burning fuse of his increasingly frustrated young opponent. "I like your nice bubble butt!" Tino presses Christian to the mat. He demonstrates the point by repeatedly pounding and grinding his throbbing package into Christian's beautiful cheeks. "Come on, scream!" he taunts as Christian's grunts grow more desperate once he's trapped between Tino's punishing thighs. Inch by inch the seasoned veteran prods Christian to the edge of losing control. "Had enough of that, huh, bitch!?" he snarls. "Getting mad?! Good!"
Glistening with sweat, Christian finally shuts up the relentless trash talker with a skull crushing headscissors and hammerlock combination. The sexy Latino has clearly gotten underneath his flawless skin, prodding the notoriously calm and cool Christian into a fit of angry retribution. A ball claw makes Tino second-guess his strategy of raising Christian's ire. Finding his face trapped in another smothering head scissors, Tino gets a close up view of that bubble butt that he couldn't keep his hands (or crotch) away from earlier.
Both hunks push one another's buttons, delivering heaping helpings of domination peppered liberally with withering humiliation. One stud chuckles as he makes his opponent lick his sweat-soaked bicep. Hair pulling, smothering, alternating aggressive punches and amorous strokes, these two highly competitive hardbodied hunks hammer into one another with everything they've got until one of them is sleepered out cold with his face smothered by his opponent's package in a deliciously deep face-to-crotch headscissors. The victor slowly rouses his vanquished challenger with hungry kisses, and the loser wakes up paying homage with an amorous crotch massage. "All right, you won," the loser admits with a sly grin, before they turn the heat way, way up! Definitely some of the best work from both.
Skrapper has a huge reputation around the locker rooms at BG East, much bigger than his lean body might imply. He's more than held his own against much (MUCH!) bigger opponents. He likes hurting guys, and taking a little punishment along the way does nothing but ignite his lust to lay on some more hurt in reply. Any opponent, no matter how big, how bad, how skilled who fails to bring his A-game against Skrapper learns the hard way that the vicious and absolutely fearless little badger is not to be taken for granted.
If he isn't facing overwhelming odds, Skrapper isn't interested. If an opponent doesn't outweigh him by at least 50 pounds (aka Dev Michaels, Brook Stetson, Mitch Colby) then Skrapper typically doesn't consider him to be worth the effort. But Jake Jenkins, while shorter and about the same weight as Skrapper, has built a reputation at BG East as a master tactician on the mats. Jake's extensive success in amateur wrestling was enough to pique Skrapper's interest. He invited Jake to get in a little "practice" with him, to see if the babyface muscle boy is as dangerous (and as pretty...) as he's heard.
"What's with the gloves?" Jake asks when he arrives, finding Skrapper sporting sparring gloves. "We're going to be boxing today, is that cool? Ready to box, dude?" Skrapper asks, immediately circling and jabbing, putting the pretty boy on defense and using Jake's luscious pecs as speed bags. With calm, practiced skill Jake lets fly a blurring combination of punches that back Skrapper into the wall. Punch for punch, he matches Skrapper's offense and then some. When Skrapper lands a particularly stunning jab, Jake abruptly steps backward and drives a rocking round house kick to the shoulder of his astonished opponent. Mat wrestling, boxing, kickboxing... what the heck can't Jake Jenkins do!?
"Practice" to Skrapper isn't the same as practice to anybody else! The more skillfully Jake neutralizes his offense, the more vicious the Skrapper gets. He slams the muscle boy into the wall and pins his throat there with a forearm while driving punches into his muscled core. "What the fuck, man!" Jake snarls furiously, pounding his way free and looking at his lanky "practice partner" with new and now challenging and threatening eyes.
Few opponents have managed to get Jake's blood boiling, but leave it to Skrapper to have him in a rage within minutes. The former amateur champ takes Skrapper to the mats and unleashes a master clinic of speed, strength and skill that leaves Skrapper unable to guess where the next attack is coming from. Taking Skrapper's back and wrapping his powerful right arm across his throat, Jake applies a wickedly tight rear naked choke that makes Skrapper's eyes roll momentarily into the back of his head. "How's that feel?!" the normally unflappable Jake snaps angrily. "How do you like a taste of your own medicine!?"
The intensity between these two pissed off, testosterone-fueled battlers is incendiary! Skrapper slides off his baggy trunks and chokes the muscle boy with them. "That rough enough, dude!?" Skrapper taunts. Momentarily dazed, Jake's shorts also get peeled, leaving him to fight wearing nothing but his already sweat-stained tighty-whities. A slap to Jake's face is one aggressive step too far, as it seems to clear the dangerous mat battler's head. With momentum firmly back in his court, Jake schoolboy pins his cocky opponent and then pounds the living shit out of Skrapper's chest in satisfying revenge.
Jake outmuscles and outmaneuvers Skrapper repeatedly, prying, stretching, pounding and squeezing his lean body in an accomplished string of punishing holds. Nobody, but nobody gets a quick submission from Skrapper. Sweat pours off Jake's body in sheets as his lion-hearted opponent takes a mountain of punishment and then keeps clawing his way back up for more. "Where are you getting this energy!" Jake joins a long line of astonished opponents in asking, as Skrapper launches yet another swarming offense.
Skrapper has only one gear ? full speed. With a stunning reverse boston crab he bends Jake unnaturally, the muscleboy's face pressed into the mat, until the shocked wrestler submits. "Who's talking shit now, huh?" Skrapper taunts. "Whattaya gotta say now?!"
Slicked down in thick sheets of sweat, both bodies are hard to hold but the pace doesn't let up for a moment. Provoked and taking it personally, Jake literally drags Skrapper's face aross the sweat-stained mat. The muscle boy's body shimmers beautifully as he slides into a tendon-snapping full nelson that violently wrenches out an incredibly reluctant submission from the scrappy one. Flinging his opponent to the floor, Jake flexes his dripping muscles in celebration, snarling down at his aching opponent, and growling, "Asshole!"
Jake and Skrapper share the same credo regarding conceding defeat: if you're conscious, you keep fighting! Submission after submission, they throw their bodies back into the sweaty, slippery fray until one of them delivers not one, but two brain-rattling bulldogs. "Say goodnight," the victor snarls, flexing overtop of his KO'd opponent. "You know what!?" he snaps, looking down at his helpless foe. "I'll just take advantage while you're knocked out!" Stretching his soaked body across his opponent's motionless shoulders, the winner slaps down a humiliatingly slow, crowing, cocky 3-count. Dude. You're pinned!