A Puma Pounding

In his write-up of my match with Mitch Colby over at the Sidelineland blog, Bard mentioned that he’d never seen me become aroused by being beaten; that I’ve taken abuse rarely from my opponents–just enough for people to know it’s happened before, but not enough to be memorable. I suppose that’s true in a way, but one thing that has always been true about me, and my approach to wrestling, is that I am always looking for the stud who is going to dominate me, beat me down, put me in my place and make me suffer…and if you can’t do it, I am going to make you suffer.

I do love beating and dominating a sexy man, of course; who wouldn’t? But I also love the thought of being dominated, controlled, made to suffer and beg and plead for mercy.

Puma did leave me writhing in the corner of the ring at one point.


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Unfortunately for Puma, he didn’t finish me off. I was able to get past the pain he inflicted on me, get back up, and take the pain right back to him like the little muscle bitch he was.

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And once I smell blood, you’re pretty much finished.

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I abused him, smashed his balls, tossed him around like a tackling dummy, and finally finished him off with a sleeper. I emasculated him and took his mask.

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And it was time for me to have some fun.

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It was a great time.

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I mean, seriously, look at him!

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I have to say, though, he looked pretty great in the squares he came out in to begin with.

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In all seriousness, though, what wouldn’t he look good in? His body is perfect, isn’t it, the muscles all defined and properly proportioned, those perfectly shaped pecs with those lovely, sexy nipples…the abs, and I cannot think of a way to improve on that ass.

My engine was definitely ramped when I came out of the locker room and saw him in the ring, waiting for me.

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I also would have never guessed that he was taller than me, even if it’s slightly. I think he was pretty, um, happy to see me as well…I wanted to beat him down and make him mine.

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My lust is often coupled with a desire for dominance, and I love nothing more than manhandling a sexy young thing like Puma/Rafe…the mask, the squares–more to strip him out of, you know?

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But you have to be careful not to get overconfident. Always. You can’t get distracted by how hot and sexy your opponent is, even if you think you’ve got the situation under control.

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And who knew he had a mean streak in him? I should have known, having seen his earlier matches. Fool me once!

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And I was screaming out an agonized submission before I knew it!

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Why Pumas Are Endangered

So, you can imagine my thrill when the Boss told me I was scheduled to wrestle Rafe Sanchez…and not only that, he wanted to wear a mask–which meant that not only was I going to kick his ass, I was going to take that punk’s mask away from him once I’d beaten him into submission.

Thinking about it made my dick hard.

I also got into what was probably the best shape I was ever in for a BGEast taping.

 

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I mean, fuck.

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Right?

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You can see why I fucking loved those red trunks.

And just seeing him in his masked glory…well, yeah. FUCK yeah.

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And then we met in the center of the ring.

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Dat azz.

 

Welcome Back to the Thunderdome

Been awhile, has it not?

It’s not that I’ve lost interest in wrestling; I’ve just been incredibly busy over the last couple of years. There’s also been issues with my physical health; injuries that have kept me out of the gym and out of the ring. I am not nearly in the kind of shape I need to be in to ever put on the trunks, lace up my boots, and pull a mask on, climb through the ropes and beat some people’s asses…but I am getting there. It’s harder this time than it was before–I am older, and my bad habits have become that much more entrenched, but I am confident I can get back into shape. Maybe not this shape:

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but certainly better than what I’ve been in. I’ve always had a complicated relationship with weight and my body; one thing I’ve always envied straight dudes is that swaggering self-confidence they all seem to have–particularly when I look at them and think, really?

And really, I probably won’t ever get back to that kind of shape. That was probably peak body for me–my body has always been peaks and valleys. I’ve managed to continue working out over the last few years, around injury time-outs and so forth, and I’ve gained size. So getting back down to a 31 waist and 180 pounds like I was in the match with Pink Puma is probably not very likely; it’s possible, but I just don’t have the time, desire, or energy to do all the work it would require. I’m also not in a huge rush to get there, the way I used to be; without a taping to motivate me that urgency just isn’t there. But I’m pretty proud of the fact I was 45 when I went before the cameras at BGEast for the first time, and 49 the last time. Right now I’ve gotten down to around 210 (from a high of 227); and I can fit back into a 33 waist jeans. Not bad for 56, I’d say. I’d like to get to around 200 by New Year’s, and I think that’s probably a good, lean weight for me to get to and then maintain.

Part of the reason I am reactivating this blog is to help document my journey back to optimal fitness; I’ve also missed writing about wrestling. There aren’t many markets out there any more for erotic short stories about wrestling; and there was a time, shortly after Going Down for the Count was released that I thought I was done with writing about wrestling for good; I’ve written all I had to say. But I find that not to be true anymore…I’ve missed watching matches, staying on top of the gay wrestling video world, making friends and having matches. There are a lot of video companies out there now; a lot of new wrestlers to look at–it’s a whole new world.

My goal is to blog here at least two or three times a week; my other writing and my life blog are always going to have to come first. And the draw of wrestling for gay men, its innate homoeroticism, is a subject that continues to fascinate and draw me in.

So, welcome back. I hope you’ll come along for the ride. Stop in, kick back, and check things out around here…maybe you’ll like it; maybe you won’t.

But I’m betting it will never be dull around here.