What Doesn't Kill You
Leo Luckett vs Corey Badger Boy Turner, Catalog 10 - Muscle Boys Get Naked (MuscleBoy Wrestling)
I love these guys and couldn't wait to see them take each other on. Both are small (portable would be my word for it) but they are used to taking on bigger adversaries. As the catalog description points out, their physiques and temperaments are worlds apart. Leo, 5'5", 150#, is muscular and surly. Corey, 5'4", 130#, is wiry and tenacious. The friction between these two is palpable, and it's the source of the match's intensity. Luckett vs Turner packs heat that few other wrestlers can generate.
The two size each other up in a matter of seconds. Luckett bumps his knuckles to Turner's left pec, as if testing the wrestler's resilience. Turner draws nearer, confidently, his fingers tracing the contours of Leo's torso. Luckett hikes his leg, driving his upper thigh to Turner's balls. "So we're going to play dirty?" Turner asks, without flinching, seemingly up for it. Leo lets Corey do the talking, but his body language is intimidating.
A couple of forearm thrusts to the chest push Badger Boy back a few steps. Luckett follows up, battering Turner's upper back with his fist, driving the man facedown to the mat. He scissors Corey's head between his thighs and pulls the body upside down, positioning him and his victim for a piledriver. Then he turns him loose and steps back, as if changing his mind."Tough guy, huh?" Turner says, rising back to his feet. "All right, I can deal with that."
This is less a traditional wrestling competition than an assertion of absolute mastery. Leo doesn't have to say a word to announce his dominance. Corey's verbal responses express his willingness to subject himself to whatever tests and punishments Luckett deems necessary. He is unafraid, certain of his readiness for the coming ordeal. Luckett offers no words to assure Turner of his safety. He offers no assurances that Corey will enjoy what's coming to him.
Corey's undaunted response suggests he's a man who enjoys risks, perhaps even thriving on them. His willingness to take whatever Leo dishes up is less an acceptance of a challenge than a willingness to suffer for the pleasure of physical engagement with his stony-faced antagonist. He fights back, when he's able, in the interest of stirring the fire between the two. From start to finish, the match smolders. It's less explosive than feverish.
The fight, such as it is, is over a full five minutes before the end of the video. Sweat glimmering on his chest, Leo stomps Corey flat to the mat and strips him of his trunks. Both men have never looked so desirable. "Hey! See these?" Luckett barks the words, waving the stolen goods at their former wearer."They're mine." He leaves Corey alone to stroke his cock, replaying the exquisite humiliations in his head as he climaxes in solitude.
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The two size each other up in a matter of seconds. Luckett bumps his knuckles to Turner's left pec, as if testing the wrestler's resilience. Turner draws nearer, confidently, his fingers tracing the contours of Leo's torso. Luckett hikes his leg, driving his upper thigh to Turner's balls. "So we're going to play dirty?" Turner asks, without flinching, seemingly up for it. Leo lets Corey do the talking, but his body language is intimidating.
A couple of forearm thrusts to the chest push Badger Boy back a few steps. Luckett follows up, battering Turner's upper back with his fist, driving the man facedown to the mat. He scissors Corey's head between his thighs and pulls the body upside down, positioning him and his victim for a piledriver. Then he turns him loose and steps back, as if changing his mind."Tough guy, huh?" Turner says, rising back to his feet. "All right, I can deal with that."
This is less a traditional wrestling competition than an assertion of absolute mastery. Leo doesn't have to say a word to announce his dominance. Corey's verbal responses express his willingness to subject himself to whatever tests and punishments Luckett deems necessary. He is unafraid, certain of his readiness for the coming ordeal. Luckett offers no words to assure Turner of his safety. He offers no assurances that Corey will enjoy what's coming to him.
Corey's undaunted response suggests he's a man who enjoys risks, perhaps even thriving on them. His willingness to take whatever Leo dishes up is less an acceptance of a challenge than a willingness to suffer for the pleasure of physical engagement with his stony-faced antagonist. He fights back, when he's able, in the interest of stirring the fire between the two. From start to finish, the match smolders. It's less explosive than feverish.
The fight, such as it is, is over a full five minutes before the end of the video. Sweat glimmering on his chest, Leo stomps Corey flat to the mat and strips him of his trunks. Both men have never looked so desirable. "Hey! See these?" Luckett barks the words, waving the stolen goods at their former wearer."They're mine." He leaves Corey alone to stroke his cock, replaying the exquisite humiliations in his head as he climaxes in solitude.
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Impressive erotic match.
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