|Mr. Joshua's baubles make me feel all warm inside on a cold winter night!|
|Lovely Louie holds his breath when he feels Mr. J sliding into position behind him.|
|Mr. J controls his newest twink conquest by a handful of hair and another handful of trunks.|
|It's possible to get so distracted by his bulge that you miss the fact that Mr. J is pristinely gorgeous from head to toe!|
|Whatever Louie Lanza is thinking, he's one lucky, lucky bastard!|
Let me spare a word for lovely Louie, because although he gets absolutely and completely demolished, he's got one thing going for him: he runs headlong into his humiliation. What this kid's story?! He taunts Mr. J. Now, let's just review... little Louie (an inch shorter and 25 pounds skinnier) taunts powerhouse ring veteran, Mr. J. He's got nothing, nothing to put on the table to make this anything other than an uglyass obliteration (though both asses here are quite beautiful). Now, he's cute as a button (in a Jersey Shore kind of way), but that's never been a weakness of Mr. J's (someone needs to find Mr. J's weakness!). And even when Louie is basically getting his leg ripped off at the hip with his trunks yanked so high up his crack that you can almost see them down his throat when he opens his mouth and screams in pain, even then, Louie astonishingly taunts, "Is that all you've got!?" I have two theories here. 1) Louie is a hardcore masochist. I mean, he's the sort of twink that likes straps and whips and hand crank electrical devices. He wants to hurt. He wants it really, really bad, and all he sees in front of him when Mr. J charges in is muscles expertly tuned to taking a piece of fluff like him to the limit of endurance. And/or 2) Louie is a hardcore Mr. Joshua devotee (line starts right behind me, bitches!). He's watched Mr. J's wrestling performances for years and wants nothing but to feel those hands on him. He's a Mr. Joshua freak who wants nothing but to know exactly how strong all of those muscles are (yeah, that one too, but he'll have to keep guessing there...). He's nursing a Mr. J daddy-fantasy that, let's face it, almost certainly was born the moment any of us saw Mr. J strap that studded collar around furious, but beaten Rocco's neck and drag him into the private portion of the BG East facility to service his new master.
|Is Louie aiming to follow in Rocco's footsteps?|
I like to think that Mr. J has a collection of lovely, lithe twinks with blond highlights at home, each with their own studded collars, thongs yanked up their cracks, and duties to perform in service of Mr. J. Rocco, Chico Valdez, Randy Stanton, Jeremy Burk, Austin Raines, now Louie Lanza, (hell, maybe that's where muscle bunny beautiful Troy Baker disappeared to!?)... I picture them each in a thong, each charged with servicing Mr. J's every whim morning, noon, and night.
There's nothing epic in Demolition 15 for Mr. Joshua's storyline, as far as I can tell. He hasn't offered his wildly tappable ass for a bar conquest to compete for, as he did with Randy Stanton. He isn't facing down an astonishingly hands on, nearly unstoppable Napolean-complexed drill sergeant like he did with Gino Liotta. There's no upperclassman bully session turned shockingly on its head this time, like there was with Austin Raines. It's just little Louie caught between a rock and a hard place, over and over again, and soaking up every ounce of punishment he can take from expertly outfitted Mr. Joshua Goodman. Happy holidays, indeed!