The Daddies of BGEast

What, precisely, is a daddy?

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

On the Dark Side

I love pro wrestling, obviously.

Most of my time at BGEast was spent as a heel–and I was a damned good one, thank you very fucking much–but I’ve also enjoyed jobbing. I like seeing how much I can take–and I can take a fucking lot.

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I can’t remember if it was on Ringside at Skull Island or Bard who reviewed one of my matches and described me as freakishly flexible, but it’s true: I am freakishly flexible, always have been. Maybe not as much as when I was younger (as a teen and in my early twenties I probably could have worked as a contortionist), but still more than most.

Legs, too.

As I first started moving from the promission style to being more of a straight-up pro-style wrestler, my flexibility made heels salivate…imagine wrestling someone who not only can bend but relishes it.

So, I jobbed a lot. Sometimes I heeled–some guys are just determined jobboys, which is fine; I love them all–but mostly, guys wanted to try moves and holds on me that they couldn’t use on most wrestlers….and I was happy to oblige.

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Yeah, I used to get stretched and lifted and battered and tied into knots pretty regularly. Going in front of the cameras at BGEast was what turned me into a heel.

I also relished that. I mean, is there anything hotter than a beaten down muscle stud who is completely at your mercy, helpless to do anything other than moan and beg for respite? A respite which only you can decide whether or not he will actually get?

I think not.

Control. Domination.

It’s fucking fun.

On the other hand, being controlled and dominated is also fun.

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Yeah, I need to get back in the ring.

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Powergunz.

It’s all there in the name, really. Big powerful strong arms. A sexy black pelt of fur on his torso and his legs. Thickly muscled legs.

Yeah, daddy.

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I mean, seriously. How fucking hot is he? He’s like the definition of what I call a hot daddy.

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I mean, woof.

The erotic aspects of wrestling have always been apparent to me, even as a callow youth unsure what the stirrings in his loins whenever he came across a professional wrestling broadcast actually meant; I didn’t understand the appeal of wrestling to me other than that somehow it was hard-wired into a gay sexuality that I wasn’t completely aware of–but those stirrings of lust and desire activated by seeing men like Bruno Sammartino or Mr. Olympia in the ring with their sweaty hairy muscles and high-waisted trunks as they punished their opponents and were punished in turn eventually, as puberty arrived, began to make more sense to me.

I have often been accused, throughout my adult life as an out gay man and as an out gay wrestler, of being a body fascist, of only being interested in men with lean muscular bodies. Nothing could be further than the truth, because the bears always reminded me of the professional wrestlers of my youth–and that is both sexy and arousing to me. And Powergunz has that look, you know, of the brutal heels of the 70’s–not ripped and defined, but thickly muscled and hairy and the facial hair and…you get the idea.

I’m a fan.

And I wasn’t in such bad shape myself, either, when the Boss finally scheduled the match I’d been wanting for so long.

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I like wearing white; I’ve also always thought it was kind of hot when heels wore gear in colors other than your standard heel fare. This is the only time I ever wore all white for the cameras; there was another match where I wore white squares with blue stripes on the sides–that’s the only unreleased match of mine left, I believe–but neither one of us was really in standard heel gear…which made it all the more fun, you know?

But what a fucking brute. Brute strength, animal magnetism, and the kind of charisma that makes my dick pay attention. I wanted to wrestle him, but more than anything else I wanted to feel out bodies against each other as we fought for control.

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Yeah, it’s a bit frustrating to be pinned down by someone bigger and stronger than you are, even if it’s hot.

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And I got some shots of my own in, as you can see.

What was even more fun is both of us pushed the other to extremes–kind of getting off on being slammed around or punched or forearm smashed.

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I think we both like to give and receive pain.

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Oh, yeah, it was a fucking great time.

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And there’s nothing like a bearhug from a big strong motherfucker, is there?

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That was a lot of fun, seriously.

Who’s Your Daddy

One of the things I like the most about BGEast is there’s not, really, a generic BGEast wrestler look; the Boss signs a broad spectrum of wrestlers, from the twink to the muscle boy to the muscle god to the athlete to the daddy-type. I never saw myself as a daddy-type, really; it was a surprise when my first match was released and I saw a lot of talk about me on-line about me as a ‘masked daddy.’

I just assumed it was the hairy body. There weren’t many of us at BGEast who were hairy, and the Boss always got annoyed with me whenever I showed up for a taping and had shaved my body hair off. I’ve always been hairy; I started growing body hair when I was eleven and it’s never stopped. From about age thirty-three to almost fifty at least once a month I shed my body hair, which was an enormous pain in the ass and was quite a relief when I finally stopped doing it once and for all. I still trim it down from time to time, but I can’t remember the last time I shaved my legs or torso. I was always told that the smoother you were the better and more distinct, more defined, your muscles looked; which was why bodybuilders are always hairless at competitions. I never really gave it a lot of thought. I thought smooth guys were sexy and I thought hairy guys were sexy.

Me in varying degrees of hirsuteness in past matches.

I’ve already commented on how gear, lighting and camera angles can make you look completely different in pictures taken on the same day.

Case in point:

I guess I don’t look that much different…other than the mask. But I always felt the higher on me the waistband of the trunks, the less lean I looked; it has to do with where my pelvic bones are and so forth and yes, I know I am really hard on myself.

Anyway, I always had a thing for the Brooklyn Bodywrecker; I regret to this day we never went in front of the cameras in the ring.

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Seriously, what isn’t there to like there?

I wanted to do a really nasty Dark Knights-type match with him, and let him take my mask. It never happened, but we did at least have a really hot private match.

(In an interesting aside, Bard’s blog has been doing a tournament of sorts to determine the top heel of gay-interest wrestling; yesterday was me and BBW, based on a fan vote. No surprise, I got clobbered…)

And of course, Powergunz is also one hot daddy.

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I don’t remember exactly when he landed on my radar; but I do know his match with Cole Cassidy was the first BGEast match of his I’d seen–it’s exceptional, by the way; definitely give it a look–and after that I knew I wanted to wrestle him. We’re about the same height, but his muscles were/are a lot thicker than mine (those arms!) and that chest hair…fuck me.

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I was pretty jazzed when the Boss set up a match for us. I mean, fuck me.

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And away we went… (to be continued)

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I have to say, it’s very weird now to see pictures of myself on the BGEast page, or in the Arena, sans mask.

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Yeah, kind of a dumb expression on my face. But I have to say, modesty aside, I looked pretty damned good in white.

And yes, this is from an upcoming release. Matmen 27, to be exact, a match which Powergunz came out of semi-retirement to take me on. I’ve always had a thing for Powergunz. I think the first match of his I saw was him taking on Cole Cassidy in the ring–don’t @ me, I know he was around before that, but that was the first match of his that I actually owned and watched. He looked fucking amazing in that match, in his blue trunks.

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Hairy chested, thickly muscled, with the daddy haircut and facial hair…hell, yes, I wanted to wrestle him. I love me some muscle daddies.

And yeah, given my age and torso hair, I realize that I was a wrestling daddy for BGEast as well.

When I first started wrestling for BGEast, I was asked to list the guys I wanted to wrestle. Yes, Powergunz was on that list. And yes, it did happen. And it’s in the next catalogue.

ALthough it may have been more fun had I been masked….

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