I think it's been a while since I mused over my infatuation with tattooed wrestlers. It's true that my own ink likely biases me toward my appreciation of illustrated hunks, but then again, my appreciation of illustrated hunks definitely influenced my own body art choices. Not everyone looks good inked. Definitely not all ink looks good, as far as I'm concerned. But there are many tattooed wrestlers who instantly own my allegiance when the step onto the mat or into the ring, in large part because they've got incredibly sexy ink that I crave to see wrapped up all over their suffering opponent.
Here's some of my choice pics from the recent crops of new release homoerotic wrestling products, featuring ink that grabs my attention and makes me pull for one hardbodied hottie over the other based in large part on the artistry they embody even before they sculpt their bodies into that most provocative aesthetic form: homoerotic wrestling.
|Illustrated Eli: BG East's Mat Hunks 9|
Okay, I love me some Cameron Matthews. His attitude, his wit, his relatively recently redefined incredibly conditioned physique, that ASS(!!!)... it's hard not to find myself wanting to identify with the babyface brawler turned muscle daddy for a heel bid. But fuck! Eli Black works his magic in my shorts once again in Mat Hunks 9, solidly holding my gaze and making me acknowledge he's my boy in this match, and I have to think it's his ever growing collection of tattoos.
|Kevin Crowes' crows: Can-Am's Pro Sex Fight 4|
A relatively recent release in what I think is Can-Am's best genre contribution to homoerotic wrestling pits epically long-time favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy of mine, Rusty Stevens, against almost painfully beautiful pretty boy, Kevin Crowes in Pro Sex Fight 4. I have a documented record years-long that proves that there's almost nobody to compete with Rusty Stevens in delighting, entrancing and infatuating me, starting well before he lays a finger on an opponent. And Rusty's got some sweet ink, albeit he could use some touch ups, if you ask me. But Kevin Crowes' combination of imminently fuckable classically proportioned beauty along with his bold, massive, gorgeous ink does what perhaps only one man before has been able to do: hold my attention and settle my ass securely and convincingly in the opposite corner from Rusty Stevens.
|Paul Hudson's tatted bicep makes Lon Dumont just a little less pretty.|
|Illustrated MJ rides Attila's ass|
|Beauty and power you just have to touch.|
|Big Sexy's big, sexy ink on display.|
|Oiled ink on ridiculously hot Landon Conrad.|
Naked Kombat's newest release makes me gasp. Even if Landon Conrad didn't have a few, modest tats on that insanely hot muscle bod, he'd definitely be my man in his match against amazingly hot, yet somehow unavoidably diminished in comparison, Alex Law. However, ridiculously handsome muscle hunk Landon does, indeed, have tats that drive home the point that this porn gladiator is suddenly my #1 Naked Kombat kombatant in any match for the foreseeable future.
|Specimen illustrates total domination.|
My final tat shout out is for another a BG East newcomer, bad ass Vic Madone. Vic is a perfect example of the difference between still frame homoerotic wrestling images and homoerotic wrestling in action. In still frame, this gorgeous stud is GORGEOUS! I mean, crystal blue eyes to swim in. A face that should be hocking ultra-expensive men's cologne. A lickable body that appears to be the perfect intersection of form and function. Even with all of those very, very nice tats, I could picture still-frame Vic easily donning a tuxedo and walking a red carpet (and then climbing into a wrestling ring for a rip-n-strip extravaganza). But when I watched his debut match on Mat Hunks 9, there was nothing "pretty" about Vic. He mumbles non-stop, and I'd pay money for a translator, because I'm sure that incessant trash talk is sexy as shit. But Vic is an object of my lust like Michael Imperioli is in the Sopranos. He's rough, mean as hell, machismo oozing out of his pours, and absolutely BRUTAL! Personally, I'm likely to root for anyone going up against Ray Naylor simply because I'm dying to see someone seriously ride that epic ass of his. But Vic is honestly phenomenal in this match, slowly warming me up from an initial tingling in my crotch to a full-on raging fever over the course of the first 5 minutes. I pity anyone who faces this hot, inked hunk, but I fully expect that if anyone does, you can count on me standing right behind Vic in anticipation of him doing serious damage.
So ink seems to be adding up to my allegiance lately. Of course, just because I'm rooting for one wrestler to win doesn't mean I don't thoroughly enjoy being surprised, having my boy bested, watching the power I'm invested and identified with tamed and conquered. But tattooed muscles wrapping up and locking down an outmatched opponent is a particular brand of hot for me.