Worshipping Wrestlers' Backbreaker Bulges

There are different types of wrestling, from Freestyle Olympic Wrestling to Greco-Roman Wrestling, Folkstyle Wrestling and Sumo Wrestling, just to mention a few. In the freestyle category, wrestling techniques are quite diversified and include, for example, clinch holds, leg takedown, hip toss, spin throw, body slam, grappling and backbreaking.

Robert Drool, 52, lives in Dover, England, and started watching wrestling on the then new independent television network ITV, each Saturday afternoon when he was a young boy, along with his father from about 12 noon to 5pm. When Robert turned 18, his father told him that he was strong enough to wrestle with him. “Daddy would do the same holds that we were watching on TV, and it would get me excited. I would usually go to my bedroom after the wrestling was finished and imagine having my body arched. That always triggered an erection, and I would end up shooting my load all over.”

The backbreaking technique hypnotized Robert. It refers to wrestling moves in which the wrestler drops an opponent so that his back impacts or is bent backwards like an arch against a part of the wrestler’s body, usually the knee but also the neck. One backbreaking move is called The Rack, which is over a single shoulder or straightforward over the knee. Another one, The Boston Crab, is where one sits on the back or ass of the other with his legs tucked under his arms, and pulls back to arch his opponent’s body.

You know that I like to include historical information in my Gay Demon stories. The origin of wrestling is almost mind boggling. Historians date it back to the ancient Sumeria, a civilization that flourished in southern Mesopotamia between 4100 and 1750 BC. In ancient Egypt, wrestling has been evidenced by documentation on tombs around 2300 BC, and Egyptian artwork between circa 2000 to 1085 BC. Greek wrestling was a popular form of martial art between 1100 and 146 BC. The Greeks have been credited with inventing modern wrestling and they introduced the sport to the ancient Olympics in 708 BC. They developed this form of combat to train their soldiers when fighting against the Romans. Greco-Roman wrestling became an event at the first modern Olympic games, in Athens in 1896. Since 1908, the event has been in every Summer Olympics.

Back to Robert Drool. In his early twenties, he started to attend wrestling matches in London, and sat in the front row next to men who cheered the bodybuilders sporting their muscles. These athletes were straight men known to choose a young opponent who would be more interested in worshipping pecs and biceps than having a rough fight. Usually 18-19-years-old, these novices were remarkably slim and flexible, with big cocks and small peachy butts.

With its close physical contact between the same sexes, wrestling seems to be “inherently” gay. Because of that, wrestling became a space where LGBT characters were to be both lauded and reviled. A spectator could cheer a wrestler to approve his way of life while others could boo a wrestler to prove their machismo.

Robert noticed that a small group of spectators, middle-aged men like him, cheered more loudly the Top wrestlers when they engaged in backbreaking. Their cries of encouragement were direct, blunt and 200% homoerotic:

“Don’t punch his thighs or screw his navel, grab and squeeze his balls!”

“Remove his singlet, let his cock breathe and suck his dick greedily!”

“Sniff his shit hole, let his divine intoxicating male aroma get you hard!”

“Spit on his ass hole and stick your fuckin finger in his peachy butt!”

“Jerk him off to the point of a torrential river and lick the yummy white gold!”

Until the early 1960s, wrestling in England was renowned to be primarily an underground, unruly, and rowdy sport. That’s what Robert liked the most. It enabled him to drool for hours, and show off how aptly he was named. Robert Drool met the men who shared his craving for backbreaking and found out that at least two of them lived also in Dover. He discussed the possibility of organizing wrestling matches to their liking in that city.

Thanks to their contacts, Robert and his new companions succeeded in bringing together downright homosexual wrestlers. The matches were held in a private venue where everyone could see the hunky men get in various positions that enabled them to show off their backbreaker holds. With strength and determination, they faced the supposedly brave young opponents, ready to tame them. Robert would often say that there was something about a young man’s body arched that stirred personal excitement. He enjoyed seeing the stronger wrestler bending the body of the weaker one. He had always admired muscular men domineering their opponents. “This got me excited, and I wanted it to be me that was being arched over the strong man's shoulders or knee. It always triggered juicy hard-ons!”

Now in his early fifties, Robert delights in manipulating the young opponents. Even before the end of the wrestling match, he rushes on the manly protrusion, massages the bulging jockstrap while squeezing the cute buttocks. His comrades in arms join him to add their magic touch, to make the cock, sometimes cut sometimes uncut, squirt its creamy load. But the master wrestler does not give them carte blanche before having been himself gratified. He likes getting sucked, he loves sticking his tongue in a mature man’s ass, he adores fucking pervert spectators. That’s how the show really ends.

Well not exactly, to be honest. Robert’s club members get to play with the young wrestler in the ring for a good hour. The setting is so arousing, better than any hotel room, sauna, park venue or back alley. There is an aura of vigor, force, power, virility, ruggedness and muscularity. The group sex is nothing less than orgiastic. Manhood is placed on a pedestal, loyal club members on their knees to pay homage.

Robert sometimes presents wrestling videos from a company called BEAST, which have backbreaking in them. One guy who loves applying this technique is called Brooklyn Bodywrecker; he is a very dominant hairy guy who loves arching cute 18-year-old boys. According to my research, Brooklyn Bodywrecker was a 5-feet tall (152 cm) muscled wrestler with a medium size cock. Some photos show him in leather chaps and a spiky pouch.

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Dover to Calais is the perfect way to cross the Channel, with the shortest time of any of the scheduled routes at just 90 minutes each way. Having this in mind, Robert organizes a special arch wrestling match under… the Arc de Triomphe (Triumphal Arch), one the most famous monuments in Paris, standing at the western end of the Champs-Élysées. Inspired by the Arch of Titus in Rome, it was designed by Jean Chalgrin in 1806. Arch wrestling under an arch is far from déjà vu; it’s unique and attracts a host of fans or fanatiques. There are two presentations, afternoon and evening. The first match is slightly delayed due to a thunderstorm, but the result remains spectacular because the arch wrestling takes place under a rainbow, an arc-en-ciel.

The dominant wrestler is a well-known openly gay French bodybuilder. He first shows off his muscles: bulging pectorals, bulging ass, bulging cock. Once gorged with applause, the mature wrestler grabs his young prey, twirls it around like a yoyo, positions the boy on his strong shoulders so that the young cock draped in a blue-white-red jockstrap (like the French flag) points towards the top of the Arc de Triomphe. Fans or fanatiques roar with delight, like idols of actor Jean Dujardin, swimmer Camille Lacourt or singer Fabrice Morvan, all among the top ten most sexy men in France. Those who have special gallery seats get a reward based on the amount paid: sniff the jockstrap (50 euros), squeeze the balls (60 euros), kiss-lick the ass (70 euros), bite the hard-on (80 euros), suck the uncut cock (90 euros), eat the ass (100 euros), jerk off the young wrestler (125 euros), fuck him bareback (150 euros).

The evening match takes place under the stars; it is quite appropriate since the full name of the monument is the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile (“star” of the juncture formed by its twelve radiating avenues). Spectators are a little younger but still in their forties. They are vigorous, some wear leather gear, many are in tight jeans proudly displaying bulging crotches and perky peachy asses. Rainbow flags are floating next to a special section of the audience. Those taking place there have paid 200 euros and they get to sip champagne throughout the performance, and play with an individual arch boy at the end of the show.

The dominant wrestler stays to give a hand, so to speak. He arches the body over one of his knees to facilitate the caressing, sniffing, licking, biting and sucking. Some fans pay an extra 100 euros to get fucked by the top wrestler while they themselves fuck the arch boy, flooding his shit hole with creamy nectar. The nec plus ultra move his getting back the white gold in a felching treatment. Licking your own sperm from someone’s ass hole is fucking tasty for a gay epicurean. Drippings from a rosebud beat any crème brûlée, chocolate truffle or pear Belle Hélène. 

As we have evolved in our culture’s view of homosexuality, many are learning more and more about the lives of gay rock stars, gay movie stars and… gay wrestlers, both closeted and out. There has been a number of gay wrestlers and managers throughout pro wrestling history, even during times where being openly homosexual was considered a criminal act in many countries. In the 1950s and 1960s, when homophobia was rampant, generally, there is some evidence that the wrestling world was marginally more tolerant. If you could prove yourself a great wrestler or worker, that was more important. Pat Paterson, a Canadian-American professional wrestler and producer, may have come out on television in 2014, but he was out to the wrestling community world by the 1970s. Terry Garvin, also born in Canada, was always out in that same period.