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Brendan Byers vs Dante, The Oringinal Boys Are Back! (MuscleBoy Wrestling)
Brendan's scowl is the most exciting thing I've seen in underground wrestling this year. His style of erotic combat - hints of rough sex tucked into fierce attacks - is instinctive and icily depraved. No mischievous leers and winks at the camera for him, Brendan's piercing focus is on his prey. The act of putting his lips against Dante's ear to taunt him (around the 14:00 mark) is equal parts intimidation and seduction. Without nudity or penetration, these acts capture the essence of a sex-fight.
Neither wrestler is GQ pretty or bodybuilder buff - but together they are blisteringly hot. Brendan has achieved a certain magnetism in maturity that he lacked in his twink years. In metallic camo trunks, he is a wet-dream version of a drill sergeant. His tense facial expression never gives way to tenderness, though it is lit with lust. Dante possesses a street-kid vulnerability that matches Byers's aggressiveness. I half-hoped he would fight back, but that might have disrupted the slow-burn tension the 33-minute match so beautifully achieves. Brendan's sneer would mean nothing without Dante's superb sells. This is less a contest than a dungeon god asserting mastery over an entranced butt-boy.
Speaking of butt-boys, I have nothing against porn or against porn stars who wrestle in underground venues, especially if they are really wrestling and not just striking tableau-vivant poses. The same goes for bodybuilders, models, rock stars, and boyfriends. For me the bottom line is wrestling - that's what generates heat - and just beneath the surface of the best fights is sexual tension or attraction. It needn't finish with a blowjob to be sex. In my world, in my mind, wrestling IS sex - more than that is gilding the lily.
Visit MuscleBoy here.
Neither wrestler is GQ pretty or bodybuilder buff - but together they are blisteringly hot. Brendan has achieved a certain magnetism in maturity that he lacked in his twink years. In metallic camo trunks, he is a wet-dream version of a drill sergeant. His tense facial expression never gives way to tenderness, though it is lit with lust. Dante possesses a street-kid vulnerability that matches Byers's aggressiveness. I half-hoped he would fight back, but that might have disrupted the slow-burn tension the 33-minute match so beautifully achieves. Brendan's sneer would mean nothing without Dante's superb sells. This is less a contest than a dungeon god asserting mastery over an entranced butt-boy.
Speaking of butt-boys, I have nothing against porn or against porn stars who wrestle in underground venues, especially if they are really wrestling and not just striking tableau-vivant poses. The same goes for bodybuilders, models, rock stars, and boyfriends. For me the bottom line is wrestling - that's what generates heat - and just beneath the surface of the best fights is sexual tension or attraction. It needn't finish with a blowjob to be sex. In my world, in my mind, wrestling IS sex - more than that is gilding the lily.
Visit MuscleBoy here.
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