|Army vet and Guy Pearce look-alike Steve Sherman|
This I learned from Steve Sherman flexing and pumping his hips and letting his "manager-for-the-night" (hey, I still want that job!), coat him in baby oil everywhere.
|Champion of the marines, muscleman Wade Cutler|
|Army lifts Marines and takes a long gander at that ass.|
|Army mounts and controls the muscle Marine.|
I learned that although marine boys may look more intimidating, deliriously fuckable Guy Pearce look-alike army boys can frequently neutralize Wade Cutler's massive muscles and put the gorgeous marine on his back...
|Army in total control, publicly humiliating Marine muscles.|
|Army v Marines? Army bumps, grinds and physically dominates!|
Finally, Paradise 4 taught me that given 3 rounds of loosely refereed, excessively lubricated mat wrestling between an army boy and a musclebound marine, Steve Sherman will completely make Wade Cutler his bitch! I would never have guessed it, but I've seen it for myself... many times over... such that my old VHS tape is getting worn out and threatening to break. There's a strip-ring rematch between these two on Hard Pros 3 that I haven't seen, but the photos look like mouthwatering Wade Cutler's attempt to redeem the Marines goes down in yet another humiliating, sleepered-out cold blaze of bare naked glory.
|Proud Army vet Aryx Quinn|
Many years later, former homoerotic wrestler of the month and interviewee here at neverland accepted the torch from fellow army vet Steve Sherman and showed up to test the fraternal rivalry once more against marine Marco Guerra in Military Muscle. Aryx demonstrates that despite my earlier over-generalization, all army boys do not look like beefed up versions of Guy Pearce. Some of them look like a much sexier and less religio-nutball version of Stephen Baldwin. "Let me explain something to you, slowly, because you're a marine," Aryx explained to his muscled opponent. "At BG East, the army runs the show!"
|"At BG East, the army runs the show!"|
Honestly, Marco represents for the marines more competitively than Wade did. Aryx has got a tiger by the tail as the two demonstrate what clearly is a rule: Army v Marines battles must involve strip wrestling. The action is nastier than Steve Sherman's 2-time beating up of Marine muscleman Wade, but again, it appears that a foundational truth is that when nuts and bare-asses are on the line, Army makes the Marines their bitches.
|Boot Camp Drill Sergeant Travis teaches new recruit Tommy Cruze how it's done.|
Can-Am's Boot Camp introduced me to exactly the tactics and techniques required to turn a blond, blue-eyed boy fresh off the farm into a lean, mean fighting machine for the red-white-and-blue. Drill Sergeant T begins by teaching young Tommy Cruze military hand-to-hand combat.
|Military training covers all possible contingencies, including naked combat.|
When your drill sergeant looks like Travis and your recruit like Tommy Cruze, perhaps it should come as no surprise that the extremely thorough fight education our soldiers undergo includes how to handle yourself when forcibly ripped and stripped out of your fatigues. Again, obviously 1:1 military combat always gets naked.
I also learned why they call them "Drill Sargeants."
|Recruit Brodie handles recruit Derek Cruz in Military Locker Room|
|Brodie and Derek stay combat-ready.|
|BG East's Corporal John Daniels|
|The people reject martial law.|
And I was shocked to discover that when faced with overwhelming firepower, Corporal John crumbles like blue cheese, transforming from a commandingly barking superior into a writhing, wallowing, physically and psychologically crushed mass of gorgeous meat. To summarize, when it's army v marines, army wins. When it's army v army, rank wins. When it's military v civilian heel, civilian heel beats the living shit of the soldierboy.
|John Magnum brings superior firepower pointed directly at civilian Philip Aubrey|
But wait. Then there's the counter-evidence offered by Naked Kombat, pitting 6-years of military hand-to-hand combat training of aptly named John Magnum against astonishingly lean, granola munching competitive yoga pornboy Philip Aubrey. Perhaps Magnum just outranked Corporal John Daniels, but whatever the reason, this is definitely not a hunkbash romp of crumbling military might.
|John Magnum aims his artillery toward enemy lines.|
It's also not a runaway victory for marital law, either, as Magnum and Aubrey are surprisingly evenly matched throughout their NK mat match. Magnum's far superior fire power, however, may be the edge that Corporal Daniels just didn't have in his civilian humiliation, because Magnum narrowly tames the hippy pornboy in the end.
|Taming the civilian loser in the end.|
And, it turns out, when the soldierboy comes out victorious over the civilian, all of that pent up boot camp hazing and humiliation comes pouring out all over the hippy loser. Further lesson for me, when a soldier capitalizes on his military combat training to edge out a civilian pornboy, there will be a cock-tucked pony ride and lingering, groaning oral and anal.