DJ Beckham - Sexy Wrestler in Trouble

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It didn't take long for the other wrestlers to show their displeasure at some of DJ's antics. Mark O took him on one side and calmly explained to him that throttling with a wristband was not how things were done in this locker room.

 

I believe Beckham's response was: 'Are you kidding me?' 

 

 

Mark decided that actions might speak louder than words 

and drew DJ's attention to his own vulnerabilities.

 

This exchange was overheard by another pro, Guido Genatto. One of the most feared grapplers on the circuit. It's not recorded what Beckham said to him, but he got a short and sharp response. 

(Embarrassing hold, but his shoulders and trunks looked great)

 

 

If Beckham had a flair for embarrassing opponents with simple holds (see Part 1), Guido was the master of economical domination.

 

 

He was pretty good at hurting his opponents, too. 

 

The lesson was not short and sharp,

it lasted long into the evening.

 

You can imagine how Beckham felt when he discovered his next contest in the ring was against Genatto AND Max Quivers, whose sheer size and spooky appearance would intimidate anyone. Before long, they were stretching DJ's resources.

(His hair was ruined, but at least his trunks looked good)

 

 Guido's holds in the ring were more severe than in the Locker Room.

 

In his turn, Quivers turned Beckham's own locker room fouls against him, wrapping a belt round his neck.

 

 It got pretty rough on the ropes after that.

(probably jealousy at Beckham's fantastic abs!) 

  

Inevitably, they teamed up against him on the mat too.

Here, in a muscle wrenching, double-ender strike.

  

 

With his back softened up, DJ was helplessly suspended

 in a teardrop hold - painful as well as humiliating.

But Genatto lecturing him at the same time was just too much.

 

 

Predictably, other wrestlers on the circuit took advantage.

Caleb Klein had his own bad memory to erase.

He put DJ into the same embarrassing hold.

 

 

The icing on top of his revenge 

was to engulf Becks face with a sweaty armpit.

(possibly unwashed) 

  

 

 

Against the formidable Joey Nux, Beckham courageously piled in,

clad in uncharacteristic, white trunks, as if wanting to remind the fans that he'd got one of the best asses in the business.

 

Perhaps forgetting that the last time he'd worn light trunks,

he'd had a double drubbing from Genatto and Quivers.

 

 

 

Nux gave him a taste of his own favourite corner pin. 

 

A comprehensive course in the art of heel.

 

Joey's grandstanding was wasted on poor Becks,

preoccupied with a gag of murky, warm, pit sweat.  

It was probably unnecessary anyway.

He'd already made his point.

 

 

We saw how DJ's spirited attacks were blunted by Wes Ratchet's immovable wall in Part 1. When he took control, DJ was in trouble!

Soon the sweat flowed as freely as the pain in his shoulders. 

 

Thus weakened, another assault on Beckham's back soon developed.

A fine display of domination, with DJ left gasping.

 

 

 

Another taste of wrestler's heel keeps a good man down. 

 

Against lightweight, Max Ryder, Becks dons his tastiest briefs yet.

But he won't have wanted to show them off 

while trapped in a head-scissors hold.

Beck's days of weighty domination seemed to have ended. 

 

 

Zack Reno is no mean wrestler, but he's not a heavyweight,

so he's not supposed to be able to do this!

Beck's in despair, but still able to show us his sexy side. 

 

 Read Part 1 of this Article  

 

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The images for this article all come from Wrestler4Hire. That link will take you to all the matches featured in this article with pictures and video trailers.

 

The narrative here is entirely fictional, as are the motivations, opinions and wrestling abilities ascribed to the men shown. The presentation sequence is not based on what happens in the match recordings.

 

Thanks to them all for looking great! 

 

Art by Steve Masters

Steve Masters - Wolf (1961)

This is one of Masters' most memorable works, imagining life in a prison. There's a strongly masculine flavour and a clear sense of who's who. Overlapping hands establish a connection between the prisoners (illicit for it's time). It can be interpreted as menacing ownership and exploitation - or secret tenderness. 

Masters often used words in his images to spin homosexual puns, but I confess the significance of 'Machine Shop' escapes me. 

 

Steve Masters - Convict (1961)

This convict image shows the flip side of the coin, with a heavily manacled convict being toyed with by the prison guards. It's from the same year (and the same thought process, judging by the prisoner's sexy, sagging pants in both pictures). 

The styling here is closer to Masters' trademark style, with geometric, conflicting and seemingly random lines creating a sketchiness (e.g. the guard's chest) but also a clothes layering effect with the suggestion of a bulging pouch inside the Guard's trousers. 

The ambiguity - is the prisoner expected to lick the Guard's feet or to service that bulge? - is reflected in the second guard's reaction, look at his left hand is doing.

 

Steve Masters -Bulkhead (1961)

This picture was often cropped in its day to focus on the two sailors in the background, undressing and hanging up clothes on a washing line. That playful cameo is framed by two more sailors in the foreground playing out a more serious game. 

At the right, a bare ass tar who stands, arms folded, as if he's waiting for his pants to dry on the line. He looks round, embarrassed and uncomfortable. It's as if he senses he's being eyed up and is uncomfortable about it. Below him, another sailor lounges. He winks at us conspiratorially, as if his catch is in his sights, but he's biding his time to land him. The title encapsulates his thoughts, one man's bulk, another man's head, an abbreviated pun. 

 The lounger still has his pants on, but the fly wide is wide open, revealing plunging abs and sexual intent. There's a substantial arousal within, which doesn't take much spotting, and there's an illusion of teasing detail in the folds. In the complexities of this drawing, these pants double up as very brief shorts, looking through different eyes.

Steve Masters - Fisherman and Frogman

 Steve Masters often drew men in bodysuits and tight-fitting clothes, so the 60s vogue for underwater exploration and adventure (Sea Hunt etc) naturally interested him. He's juxtaposed it here with another favoured theme - fishermen. 

 

In this curious image, the hands of the two men are again superimposed, establishing a mutual connection via the phallic, harpoon gun. The frogman's giant catch has a vaguely phallic look too, but there's nothing vague about the fisherman straddling the rudder of his boat. Not only is the post jammed suggestively between his cheeks, the tiller arm (unseen by us) sticks out between his legs towards the frogman.  The symbolism can be taken further to embrace the function of the tiller - determining the direction the fisherman wishes to take.

 

The Frogman's suit is decorated with a snazzy 60s design, which Masters generally did. That modernity contrasts with the timeless sexiness of the fisherman's skimpy singlet and drooping pants (with rolled up bottoms as per Royale fishermen for example). Low rise trousers were another 60s fad, a sexy rebellion against the high waists that had defined men's fashion for as long as anyone could remember. It culminated in a race to have the shortest zip, only 1" long.

 

Steve Masters - Scuttlebutt (1962)

Rough fishermen and a 'sailor' collide in this image too. It looks like it might be a fashion shoot being conducted on a working jetty. Despite his practical-looking sea boots and jeans, the sailor strikes a catwalk pose* which accentuates his backside. A seagull balances comically on his shoulder, presenting its backside threateningly.

 

* pre-dates the familiar Jim French/Colt image (below) 

Colt - Sailor with Ventilation (my title)

 The fishermen just ignore him, smoking and eating fruit from a phallic arrangement in their lunch boxes. The nearest one is depicted in a very traditional manner, with boots and cockleshell hat. His straightness is challenged by the words on the box he is sitting on. The other, smoking a pipe and with his captain's cap jauntily canted, looks more mature, except that his muscle vest is tight with snazzy 60s flashes and a design suggestive of a nautical Hell's Angels. He's totally naked below the waist - apart from tattoos. He has attracted the sailor's attention, they seem to be exchanging 'looks'.

 

The photographer watches all this closely. He is the modern equivalent of the artist drawing his model, a common device in gay images of this era to legitimise the admiration of a naked man. It may represent Masters himself, he was a fashion photographer.

"Scuttlebutt" means rumours or gossip, originating from a nautical term for the water cask on a ship where sailors would gather to drink and exchange information. The pun on butt is obvious with three on display in the picture, scuttle meaning 'to sink' is a sexy connotation but slightly obscure.

 

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View another Scott Master's fisherman at mitchmen 

 

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Steve Masters - False Alarm

More sailors at play. This isn't a particularly good copy, but it's an interesting example of Masters' visual innuendos. Here a naked matelot has been called upon to put out a fire by two of his shipmates. They seem to be giving a novice the ship's initiation rites, because the idea of a fire bucket (full of water or sand) catching fire is as ridiculous as the notorious glass hammer or tartan paint used to haze apprentices. 

 

However, the naive young novice has little choice and clumsily feeds the hose between his legs like a snake. The nozzle ends up looking like an extension of his dick. Aligned with the open fly of one of his tormentors, it also looks as if he's jerking him off, with the resulting fountain (not looking very much like water) dousing the fire. Another sailor watches the fun through a porthole. 

 

 

Steve Masters - Reveille (my title)

This looks like another hazing ritual. A young military recruit is suddenly awakened by a bugle blast and finds his bed surrounded by men in strange, sheer bodysuits, He looks around for help or an avenue of escape but one of them, (totally naked like him), is sitting on his legs, so he can't move. 

 

These pranksters have moved his bed in the night and placed it outside the captain's office. Inside, we glimpse miliaria - and a coil of rope that bodes ill for him if he doesn't co-operate. He is ordered to lay his head on the pillow, where it will be inches away from a dangling cock. The remaining two men are poised to explore his ass.

 

More Steve Masters in Part 2 

 

Steve Master's Biography  

 

Mike Miksche photo album 

Art by Briefcase 2

 Read Part 1 of this series

  If you had trouble finding the Briefcase silhouette images from Part 1 at pixiv, look on the last page of his illustration folders.

 

Briefcase - Lifeguard

 

This image is Briefcase's more usual style, a blend of cartoon exaggeration and genuine sensuality, with a good deal of added effects - dialogue, sound effects and reaction signals. The underlying image here is quite sexy, gaining from the Lifeguard connection. There's a pleasing innocence in the humour of pulling down a man's shorts, especially one who might be regarded as an authority figure in this location.

 

The picture leaves me curious about the speech bubbles. I dare say there's a 'wtf' equivalent in there, but it might also give us clues about motivations.

 

The caption here is mine. Briefcase calls it - Human-powered Happening (Another new kind of metamorphosis). I fear something got lost in the translation. I certainly did!

 

Briefcase - Camera Surveillance

Stripped of the comic elaboration, this image is a slow burner. The darker tones reflect its less jolly, voyeuristic nature. The subject is quite a hunk, but he cuts a lonely figure. Or is that wishful thinking? The jockstrap, carelessly encircling his ankle, suggests he might just have suffered a disappointing defeat.  

 

 

Briefcase - Lack of Nerves

You might attribute the same background of sporting defeat to this image too. A rugby player seeking solace in his bedding, rather noisily, by the look of it. Chunky men like this are Briefcase's forte. 

 

Another baffling caption, you can sometimes work these out by inverting the meaning. The artist explains that the sportsman's rubbing is making weird noises, so I guess the title might mean that he doesn't mind who hears him. Playing with that Japanese thing about modesty and shame.

 

I took the liberty of editing this image to remove a detail, top left seeking to show the lurid undercover detail, not entirely successfully. You can find the full image at the link given at the foot of this post. 

 

 

Briefcase - Marine Day (National Holiday)

 

This example of cheery chunkiness seems to exemplify the opposite idea to shame - being out, happy and proud in your own body. A great ad for chubbies (and gingers). And, by the way, a great example of how sexy Speedo-style, swimming trunks can be, regardless of who is wearing them. 

 

The naughty dribble is an unusual modern example of hidden eroticism. Somewhat redundant, in view of the fully detailed projection! There's another example in the cleverly disguised, discharge arrangements in the previous image. See label at the foot of the post for more examples.

 

 

Briefcase - Just (Barely) OK

The erotic qualities of moderate chunkiness and tight-fitting clothes lie at the core of this image, too. It stands up as sexy without any explanation, but looks like a well-built footballer struggling to remove his tight, clinging pants. Possibly rubber ones, which might explain the sound effects as squeaking. The colour co-ordination adds a 'team' ingredient to an image that might otherwise seem humdrum. The gratuitous bulge between his thighs is a nice bonus.

Briefcase's captions here are exceptionally puzzling, though perhaps not if you can read the speech bubbles. His sub-caption reads, "I think he wanted to do some kind of sailor suit for a married woman". As Manuel would say, "Que?"

Briefcase - Last Train

A few years ago, I did a post called 'I'm On The Train!', about captives being transported en-masse. Since then, the wearing of shorts on hot trains has sparked an entirely different interest in rail travellers. A veritable industry of voyeuristic snapshots of fit, male commuters. This picture, though shortless, is in the same vein. It's part of a triptych, of which this is number 2, the final showdown being inadmissible in this blog!

  

Briefcase - The Mystery of the Forc

 

This is the inverse situation, where a traveller (in shorts, this time) has developed an inconvenient arousal, probably from staring at that young man opposite, sprawling open-legged in Lycra shorts which leave little to the imagination. This is number three of another triptych showing the embarrassing outcome. The gritted teeth, clenched fists and pressing together of knees has failed to prevent a surge of wetness and uncontrollable shudders - great observation!    

 

I understand the mystery bit in the title, but 'Forc'? No.

A misspelling of force, maybe.  

 

Briefcase - Firing All The Bullets

In this 6-image story, an older man (with a still-youthful physique) grapples with the same unquenchable urge before stripping off and letting nature do what it wants to do. As the title suggests, he's not lost his endurance with advancing age, an achievement that has its downside when you're in a hurry. All too soon, he is summoned back to his chores (above). It's another nicely observed and wry piece of humour with a refreshingly different protagonist. 

 

Briefcase - Living Shame Wedding Suit

The shamefulness of wearing revealing clothing in public seems to have more bite in Japan than the western world, where it doesn't really have the power to shock any more. Still, turning up for a wedding dressed like this might raise a few eyebrows amongst some of the congregation - and itchy hands amongst the rest. This smug celebrant clearly doesn't care.

  

The artist titled this as Living Shame Wedding Dress, which I adjusted to skirt round the fem ambiguities in English.

 

 

Briefcase - On Stage

 

There's an explicit fem crossover in this item, highlighted by the wearing of pink nipple covers (I don't know the technical term). Despite being showered with money for his performance, the Bunny Boy looks extremely embarrassed. We can only wonder how he was persuaded to do it. An example perhaps of one shameful act being used to force him into another. At least his outfit doesn't expose his bottom half to gropers in the audience, like the female equivalents do.

 

 

Briefcase - Experimental

This artist doesn't do bondage or medical scenarios, but this intriguing, fetus-like image is a decent substitute. I've done my own water tank images* in the past, but always feel obliged to make some provision for breathing. Perhaps that tube behind him does that, but it looks as if it's connected to an entirely different orifice! AI eh?

 

*see also Swimmers Preserved 

Briefcase - Undressing

 

This is part of an eight image series in which a man undresses with a sour expression on his face that suggests he isn't doing it willingly. It's left to the observer to imagine why he has to do it. An examination? A search? Or something more sinister? The conventional white underpants might be clue as to why he's so unhappy about it.   

 

Briefcase - Soaked in a Shower

 Raincoats ain't what they used to be! We've all experienced that feeling of returning home with clammy wet clothing after being caught out in a shower. It's the wet, clingy jeans that annoy me. A feeling which in other circumstances I might quite enjoy! 

Briefcase catches the moment of reaching home, when things can be undone and the laborious task of stripping begun. The bedraggled hair, translucent T-shirt and damp briefs (dripping with rainwater?) create a great sight for onlookers, but they are unlikely to get much time to enjoy them! 

Of course there's more to reveal and the viewpoint the artist has used plays to our voyeurism. I love the spotlight on the subject's briefs!

 

Briefcase - End of Tour

 This looks like a similar situation at first sight with its hasty shedding of clothes and wet skin. There are other explanations, though. Briefcase's subtitle - 'Ah, it's over and done with' - doesn't quite explain away the more salacious ones.

Duos are quite unusual in this artist's pictures, and so are narrative scenes like this. There are some nice shorts on show here. Why do laces suggest easy access when the reverse is usually the case? I like, too, the idea of the soldiers keeping on their helmets while they do whatever they are doing.

*The tattered shorts on the left are reminiscent of those cartoons in 60s UK tabloids, which were based round a group of standard stereotypes. The castaway (usually stranded on a 1-metre diameter island with a solitary palm tree) and the bearded prisoner, dangling by his wrists, feet off the ground, in his tiny cell were nearly always clad in tattered shorts like these!

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 Read Part 1 of this series 

This artist's website is Briefcase on pixiv

If you are unfamiliar with pixiv, the thumbnails on the 'all-works' page link to posts containing one or more images. With this artist, some of these posts contain a variety of images which don't all match the thumbnail. If you want to quickly track down a particular image posted in my article, download it to obtain the pixiv id, then at pixiv display a random image and replace its id with the one you are looking for.

otklad - AI Spanking Art 3

Two handsome men sit together in earnest discussion, one is dressed in athletic gear. On a makeshift log table before them lies a wooden spoon. I suppose it might signify the athlete coming last in his race, and they're discussing how he can improve. Cue another use for the wooden spoon. His hand is reaching towards it as if he's about to pass it to the other man, giving him permission to use it.

 

It's a wonderfully neat image, even by the standards of AI, with nice close up framing drawing attention to the athlete's open legs and the strings trailing over his bulge. Good-looking and tough, he's perfect for the spanking treatment hovering, unspoken, in the air. It doesn't really need a caption, but I like the picture so much that I wanted to embellish it with a slightly different slant...

 

It doesn't really look like an athlete with his trainer, not in this ultra-private, woodshed setting. It can't be a traditional father and son heart-to-heart, either. To me, this athlete looks like a man that can't be pushed around.  

 

An Extra Hard Bargain

My take on the scene visualises the athletic hunk as a jogger, intercepted on his routine, morning run, by a man who has enough charisma and chat up lines to entice him into his nearby den. Maybe it was cold and raining, so he was more easily persuaded. 

 

He soon notices the paddle, and his host dangles the carrot of financial gain for just a little pain, a reward for all his hard work in the gym. The money hooks him, gym fees are high, but he's cute enough to negotiate. His would-be punisher doesn't mind. His budget will be tested, but it's persuading the hunk to submit that turns him on, the swats are just the hot topping. He can compensate - fewer, but harder. It will be interesting to see how far the jogger's greed will take him, once he's feeling the heat. 

 

 

otklad - Public Spanking

 

otklad's own caption doesn't give much explanation, but it looks like a campsite and these two have obviously broken the rules. Antisocial behaviour, I suppose, because everyone will get to watch their come-uppance. The two men, who seem to be related, look out with bewilderment at the assembled audience, who are, no doubt, expressing their pleasure at being able to witness their humiliation. 

 

It's a nice composition, but inspired a very different scenario for me.

 

A Long Walk Home

Suitably chastised, the lads try a camping expedition on their own. They've picked a secluded area by a lake where they can get up to mischief and skinny-dip away from prying eyes and interfering busy bodies. 

 

Unfortunately, this is private land, and they are not the first to trespass on it. The landowner knows this is a favoured spot because he regularly finds campers rubbish there, so he makes it his business to check it. He's caught the two trespassers red-handed and bare-assed. There's a fine to pay, but they haven't got the money, so he sends them to get some, keeping their tent and gear as a guarantee.

 

For all I know, he spanked them too. 

 

Bare foot and scantily clad, they peer into the gathering gloom, imagining what terrors might await them amongst the sinister trees.  

One seems to be thinking that the men might be quite interesting. 

 

 

This scenario is pitched by otklad as a man being escorted into the privacy of the woods for a punishment that utilises the locally available materials. AI can produce lots of sequences like this that are of interest for how the participants are modelled. Regulars here won't be surprised to learn that it was the muscle hunk who caught my eye in this one. I suppose he does look as if he might be related to the man in front of him and able to leverage that to overcome the resistance of a fully grown man. However....

 

 

Hot Pursuit

 

Darren might be naive and inclined to count his chickens before they are hatched, but he's not innocent. You can't blame him for being attracted to the muscle hunk he spotted on one of his walks in the forest, both of them communing with nature. It was understandable too if he followed him to a clearing and watched him disrobe and exercise, unincumbered by the conventions, constraints and distractions of the gym. 

 

Things got a bit murkier when Darren started monitoring the clearing for return visits by his hunk and peeping at him on a regular basis. Confident in his seclusion, the hunk's 'performances' gradually became more and more arousing and Darren, watching, became increasingly excited and indiscreet. Inevitably, one day, his presence was noticed. 

 
Some muscle men enjoy being admired, but most would draw the line at unbridled lust. Darren hastily made his escape, thankful that he knew the byways of the forest so well that he could shake off the pursuit. Unfortunately, he forgot that there was only one track that led out. The hunk didn't need to be a brain surgeon to work out where to intercept him. 

 

 

The Wrong Trousers

otklad's original of this image is a conventional student spanking, centred on the sexy contrast of formal jacket and exposed underwear. Interestingly, he does not spell out Hawkin's answer. There only can be one, of course, but it signals his complete capitulation, having already been humiliated by the dropping of his trousers. 

 

I have adapted it to my pet fantasy at the moment - making grown men wear short trousers long after leaving education. It's become a condition of employment in many companies. A rule that gives the men the uncomfortable feeling that they are not yet regarded as 'grown ups'. 

 

I retained the Hawkins surname to associate the scene with his earlier days, but I don't know if his new boss has enough power to wield his cane on the employees bottoms or simply uses it to intimidate them. Making Hawkins return to his desk minus his trousers is humiliation enough for an adult.

 

 

 

MORE otklad in Part 4 

 Read this series from Part 1

search "otklad" at mitchmen  

 

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The imagery of otklad on 'X' is a great archive. 

He's now creating newer art on otklad.bsky.social