PIN!!!

Wrestling at SCM is a little different than in college! <g>

The prop collection around SCM is pretty extensive. A decent chunk of it has been used, like the cowboy hats and shirts from Dean and Brett doing their strip routine, but a lot of it is waiting for just the right opportunity. If I'm out and see something I think I could incorporate well into a shoot, I'll buy it. Sometimes it's used in the next shoot. Sometimes it's kept in my garage or in the prop closet for a quite a while. With the "bouncey room," I knew I had to find just the right pairing.

So, in comes Broderick. He was new to SCM and I wanted to keep his first foray into "straight men doing not so straight things"™ on the hypermasculine side; hypermasculine in the same way that straight guys snap each other with towels in the lockerroom or get drunk and naked and do who knows what in college. I knew, too, that he wrestled in high school. Having seen him in board shorts during one of the conventions as well, I knew his package was quite visible underneath tight clothing. Seeing his dick through the singlet would not be a problem. <g>

Of course, the other half of the pair would also have to "wear" a singlet well.

Brett's dick is almost always at least partially hard and often times totally erect. The spandex attaching itself to him would reveal more than modern decency would approve. His body type is solid, too, and I knew Brett would put forth a great effort during the wrestling games. Thinking about it further, Brett's the model who's been with SCM the longest. The old versus new battle would lend itself well to the competition; a great combination for sure. <g>

So, starting in the inflatable bouncey room, I began talking to the guys:

"So, um, we're here and, uh, you guys are, we're starting a little different. There's a little background noise 'cause, uh, you guys are in a giant inflatable bouncey room."

Indeed, the air pump of the inflatable arena was audible before it was entirely clear to the camera what was going on.

"So you nervous today?" I continued in Broderick's direction.
"No," he replied.
"No? But you've been like, all, like as tense as a board since you got here."
"It's not because I'm nervous. I just don't like this stuff."

I busted him for a split second about his protesting then went on to explain how much money was up for grabs.

"It's $10,000," I said as I dropped 100 hundred dollar bills into the rink.

"So, the deal is, how it gets divided is totally up to you two. And, and, and it doesn't necessarily have to get paid to you guys at all.
So if you both suck, I'll take it back."

They were interested, to put it mildly, but first they would change into wrestling singlets.

Separating the two, I took Broderick into the bathroom while Brett put on his singlet in the main loft area.

"So you're really not nervous? You're just like, 'yeah, whatever'?"
"I don't know. That was a big wad of cash, so... whatever..." Broderick replied.
"So is a big wad of cash scary, like, 'oh my gosh, what's going to happen,' or..." I continued as he took off his shirt.

Soon, his boxer briefs were off and he was sliding into his singlet.

"This brings back memories," he said.
"So, you know, if there's some money involved for this wrestling stuff, are you going to kick his butt?"
"Sure... if I can remember how to wrestle."

I zoomed in on his crotch area to see if the outline of his dick was visible.
"Is it a little tight there? Can you see your goods? Oh yeah, you can see your goods."
"Everyone always used to see my goods," he confidently smiled back. <g>

I continued asking him about high school wrestling and soon it was time to head back out to meet up with Brett.

Brett was now dressed in his singlet and after Broderick had climbed back in the bouncey room, I explained how the first round would go, "You have to put his face in your crotch."

"That's a pin?" Brett asked, and I explained that yes, that was the goal.

For the first round, they would be competing for one hundred dollars.

"So, um, I'm ready when you guys are," I said then the guys hopped up and got into their starting stances.

The side of the bouncey room soon collapsed as the guys attacked each other. A light fell into the arena, but they continued, unfazed by its intrusion. They were really going at it, and initially it seemed like Broderick had won, "There it is, a hundred bucks," Broderick declared. But "Wait, look at that! Look at that!" Brett yelled shortly after as he pulled Broderick's head towards his crotch. They flipped and in fact, as Broderick couldn't release himself from Brett's grasp, I had to claim Brett the winner... of round one.

Before round two would begin, though, I thought the guys should paint each other's faces like something they wanted to attack. I knew I'd be laughing at what Brett would come up with, but when he decided to paint Broderick like a crack whore (as they always ask him for change), I burst out loud laughing. <g>

"So, of all the things you were thinking about today happening, was getting painted like a... was getting painted like a crack whore one of them?" I had to ask Broderick as Brett was beginning to paint black marks under his eyes. <g>

"I try to block it out," Broderick responded. <G>

Broderick, always the charmer, decided to paint Brett's face with whiskers.

"Hope this comes out like I planned," he said.

"Am I a pussy cat?" Brett asked as he could feel the design while it was being applied.

"Are you painting... is he a cat?" I asked.
"Yeah, I fuckin' hate cats. It's like my biggest hate in the world."
A bit stunned, I asked "Why? What did cats ever do to you?" as cats being someone's biggest hate in the world seemed like quite the statement.
"They're just obnoxious."

I paused for a few seconds then added, "Oh... he's such a charmer," in Brett's direction as memory best recalled him being a cat person himself.

Broderick didn't want to stop his painting with the whiskers, though. Instead, he kept adding paint and soon Brett was more rastafarian than feline. "I live by the beeech." Brett said with his arm extended above his head. "Me live on the big rock," he added. <g>

After I turned around the viewfinder and both the guys got to see themselves, Brett even played up the part by making clicking noises, which he said translated into "give me my cocktail." To that, of course, I obliged. <g>

Face paint in place, it was time for round two. This time a "win" would be declared when one contender's butt was in the other's face.

Brett and Broderick crouched ready to pounce on one another and I blew the whistle.

They attacked and when the winner had been declared, I had the guys pull down each of their singlets to waist level for the next round.

"The first person to... to, uh, get the other guy's singlet down enough..." I began the instructions.

What happened after that... well, you'll have to watch the video to know. Two thirds of the video, the best two thirds, remain. <g>

I can tell you there's nudity, lube, and hard ons, but you might've already figured that.

Again, the only way to know is to watch and see. <G>

Damn. I love my straight guys lubed up and jerking each other job! <g>