Kirk, Part 1

Blayne

As I was now one of his more senior employees, Troy had gotten me a guest room by myself.
“Thanks so much”, I said.
“You are of course free to invite someone in here at night, but it’s your call!”
He smiled and winked at me. I was pretty sure he was joking. I laughed.

I always loved being here in Pembroke for these wrestling matches. I felt so well taken care of. Troy’s husband and former tag team partner Bryan was in charge of food and drink, making sure the fridge was stocked with things, and even cooking, which wasn’t always easy with the wrestlers’ diets. There was a small gym in the villa as well for the guys to pump up before their matches.

The wrestlers had way more downtime than I did, as my presence was requested for every recording. The schedule could at times be grueling. This was the case for me, cameraman and former wrestler Jonny, as well as Troy. The wrestlers had this camaraderie and most of them arrived the night before to hang out at the local gay bar. There were times where I just really wanted to join all the hot guys when they went off to go get lunch together somewhere. But then I would have to miss a match, and that just wouldn’t do.

I was getting into this wrestling kink so much now. Everything about it. The gear, the excitement and unpredictability and of course the hot men. Mainly though I liked seeing a muscular man made to be a submissive. The humiliation of being spread out unconscious for others in the room, and then later masturbating men online, to see. Emasculating, one could argue, but I never wanted more to be with one of the guys, after they had been choked or beaten out cold. I had to keep myself from caressing their resting bodies and feel up their muscles.

I snapped out of it and knew I had to start getting ready. It was straight to work for me. I quickly freshened up and checked again the schedule for the first day of filming. As it was early November, it was too cold for any outdoor matches. All matches were going to be inside, switching between the ring and the mat room. I checked my camera for a full battery and empty memory card and got everything ready to be able to switch batteries and/or memory cards quickly in between shoots.

The Pembroke company produced a much bigger variation of content than the company I wrestled for in Florida. Usually it was big hairless muscle guys in tiny speedos and posing trunks on the same mat. Here the variety in bodies, set-ups, gear and wrestling styles was so much greater. I felt like I had the best possible job, getting paid to witness these matches before they were posted online.

In the morning there were some great matches to capture. An underwear match in the mat room and an intense match in the ring where the loser’s eyes rolled up perfectly. Bryan came up to the ring with some sandwiches, coffee and water. Jonny and I dove in.
“The new boy, Kirk is here”, Bryan told Troy. “He’s just warming up now.”
“Ah! Good. I’ll be right back. If Guido shows up, start with photos. This boy’s flight was delayed.”

Troy left the room as Jonny and I quickly ate and drank something. Guido entered in his pink trunks, ready to wrestle.
“Good morning!”, his low voice rumbled.
“Hey! Good morning!”
Guido had been a staple at the company for quite some time. He was quite active in wrestling, doing very well in the underground circuit. He was a big guy with a hairy chest, and a very skilled and powerful wrestler. Partly because of his underground success, but maybe mainly because he was one of the few straight wrestlers on the roster, Guido stayed away from the fetish stuff and just did ring matches. He was definitely here to get paid to wrestle, not for any kink he might have. I did not recall him ever losing a match, being known at the company for being a force to be reckoned with.

Guido

I explained to Guido that his opponent’s flight was delayed, but that he had just gotten here. We started on some posed photos, which I took of the wrestlers by themselves in the ring before each match to be used for promotion of a match. It was a pleasure to capture Guido’s hairy, tan musclebody. I estimated him to be 5’10’’ (178cm) and about 235 pounds (107kg).

When we were done, Guido went back out of the ring and did some stretches. Soon enough, Troy walked in with Kirk, already in his wrestling gear, a sparkly pair of black and silver trunks. Guido couldn’t suppress a chuckle. Kirk was the same height as Guido, but came across like a muscletwink. His alabaster, hairless skin showed off some muscle, but he couldn’t have been more than 170 pounds (77kg). His wholesome dimpley smile and pretty freckly face made it seem like this match was decided before it even begun.

Kirk happily introduced himself to me after Troy pushed him into the ring to get his photos taken. This young guy looked amazing on camera. He was barely my type with his scrawny body and boyishly handsome look. There was just something about him.

Kirk

Troy came into the ring to whisper something in my ear as I was taking photos of Kirk. I was sure he was going to say that I had to hurry up as we were on a schedule.
“This boy has one of them secret booties. Take a photo where people will get to see it.”

I was surprised and a little confused. Troy was into this guy and wanted me to show off Kirk’s potential. Mainly his potential to become a fan favorite. Kirk probably also had great wrestling skills, but I couldn’t imagine he would be able to show too much of that during this match. Knowing he probably had two more matches lined up, I was sure he would be able to show how good a wrestler he was eventually. And even if he were to lose all three, I was part of this company for long enough to know that getting trounced gets a wrestler much more popularity than winning anyway.

I asked Kirk to pose for a quirky mirror shot where I was able to get his butt into the photo. I could see what Troy had meant. This guy had a really nice body.
“All good, Blayne?”, Troy suddenly piped up. “We’re on a schedule here.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Typical Troy.
“Sorry, boss.”

Kirk

Kirk and I left the ring. Kirk went to do some last minute stretches, as I saw Guido staring right at him as he got ready himself. Troy gave us some final instructions before each match, what to focus on, and reminded us not to get into the other’s field of vision, with the video camera always being the more important one. This time he said: “Focus on the rookie. He’s a star.”
I didn’t question it and just nodded.

Jonny started the video recording and when both wrestlers said they were ready, they officially met for the first time in the ring. Kirk extended his hand. Guido looked at the hand and laughed.
“You’re so fucked, man”, he said.
“What do you mean? I just wanna wish you a good match.”

Guido was a big monster of muscle, especially compared to Kirk, but he was also known for being incredibly fast. He had Kirk tied up in no time. He never shook his hand, but Kirk’s arm was in an arm bar in no time. Kirk was like a deer in headlights, surprised but also in pain. His face was very expressive while he suffered. Not going to lie, it was quite hot to see.

Guido, Kirk

Guido got his legs in the game and easily transitioned into a headscissors. Kirk humped the canvas trying to get out, his speedo-covered ass looking just delectable. I stood on the ring apron to take a good shot. Kirk’s grunting and Guido’s smiling face were a contrast that I found quite erotic.

Kirk tapped out in the first minute and I could tell he knew he was in over his head. He figured it out slightly later than the rest of us. Guido wasn’t going to be letting up. In most matches there’s that moment where the wrestler who isn’t doing so well makes a comeback, sometimes to turn the match around, and sometimes quite short-lived. However, in this match, there was no such moment. Guido even at one point stopped reacting to Kirk’s taps and submissions and just went at him. Kirk’s grunts became yelps and cries, his expressive face giving away just how much he was hurting. He even tried to escape the ring at one point, only to be pulled back in.

Guido, Kirk

The match went on and Kirk’s cries and yelps became softer and fainter, making it clear he was exhausted. His whole body must have been hurting and he was stumbling around the ring every time he was on his feet. Guido could have ended the match here, but he was having too much fun playing around with Kirk. He tied the young buck up in the ropes as my camera saw Kirk’s head roll all over the place like he couldn’t hold it up by himself. His eyes were rolled back, as he teetered on the edge of consciousness. Guido attacked his chest and skull, making Kirk squirm and groan. But it was clear he was done.

Guido, however, wasn’t. Once he was done attacking his victim’s head and upper body, he released Kirk from the ropes and got him up. Kirk could barely stand as his knees buckled. The sweat on both of their bodies made their skin shiny and beautiful. Guido played with Kirk’s body as he stumbled across the canvas. He lifted Kirk’s arm to let it limply drop to his side. He softly slapped Kirk’s face a few times, which elicited no reaction apart from a soft moan.

Quickly, he turned Kirk around and pulled his arms back and up. A scream filled the room as Kirk went down to his knees. Guido sat down behind him and pulled Kirk’s arms back hard.
“Please! Please stop!”, Kirk begged, suddenly quite awake.
Surprisingly, Guido let go of Kirk’s arms, but he immediately put his hands around Kirk’s throat and pulled him back. Kirk’s arms flailed as I could tell he was choking.

I was always in favor of a good chokeout, but this seemed more brass than usual. Kirk’s neck was at an unnatural angle. I looked back at Troy and I could tell he was loving it. Jonny was continuing to record. It was like nothing was out of the ordinary. The company did have some rules for wrestling, but Troy loved it when a bad boy broke them, maybe because he used to be a bad boy in the ring himself.

Kirk

In no time, Kirk’s arms went slack and fell down by his sides. Guido let go of his neck and the rookie fell face forward onto the canvas. I took photos of him and noticed his face was completely slack. His mouth was open, his tongue was falling forward slightly. His eyes had rolled away. He was completely out of it. I had a raging boner.

Guido flexed his biceps a few times over Kirk’s body and declared himself the winner, even though we had known that quite a while ago. He left the ring and Jonny ended the video with a close-up of Kirk’s prostrate body.

When the camera stopped rolling, I wasn’t finished. I took more pictures of Kirk from several angles.
“Good match, Guido”, I heard Troy say.
“Let’s give Blayne some time with our sleeping beauty”, he then said. “Mat room in 10!”
Troy knew exactly what I liked and he left the room with Guido and Jonny, letting me know I only had little time before the next match would start.

Kirk

The room was suddenly quiet. Kirk’s heavy breathing onto the canvas was the only sound I heard. I continued to take more pictures, my cock still hard as a rock. I put the camera down and touched myself. I sat down on the nearby sofa so I could get comfortable. I stroked my cock as I watched the demolished rookie recover in the ring.

After a few minutes I started to get worried. I climbed through the ropes into the ring and touched his shoulder.
“Kirk?”, I whispered.
His skin felt moist from sweating.
“Kirk?”, I repeated, slightly louder.
“Hmmmmm…”, he moaned.
He was responsive. Sort of.
“Hey”, I continued. “Are you OK?”

He licked his lips. His eyes closed fully.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
He still hadn’t moved an inch.
“Are you sure?”
I saw a smile, even though his eyes were still closed.
“Just give me a second, I’ll be OK.”

I sat back down on the sofa and waited. Soon enough, his eyes opened and he slowly sat up.
“Hey”, he said, “Thanks for sticking around.”
“You’re welcome. Can I get you anything?”
“Could you help me get out of the ring?”
“Of course!”

I jumped up to help Kirk to his feet and separated the ropes so he could climb through. I rushed to get him a cup of water.
“Thanks, dude, that’s very nice of you”, he said as he took a sip.
I found myself just watching him.
“Don’t you need to be somewhere photographing the next match?”, he asked me.
I looked at my watch.
“Actually, yes. Yes I do.”
“Go, go! I’ll be fine!”
“OK”, I said. “Take it easy, all right?”
“I will, don’t worry.”

I took my camera and rushed downstairs to the matroom. I found Troy and Jonny with two other hot wrestlers.
“Hey, there you are!”, Troy said, “Is our rookie jobber all right?”
“Well, he’s up at least. Don’t we need to get him checked out? He took quite a beating up there.”
“Oh, that boy has been getting his ass kicked all around the country before he came here. He’s an indy pro. He probably thought he would have it easier on a gay fetish site, but this isn’t unfamiliar territory for him.”
“All right.”
Troy was about to get the next match started when he looked back at me.
“I’ve never seen you worry about a knocked out wrestler”, he suddenly said.
He looked me up and down.
“This was just quite a brutal match, wasn’t it?”
“Uh huh. OK…”
I don’t think he believed me.

We shot matches throughout the rest of the day. What Troy had implied may have been true, because I was thinking about Kirk a lot in between matches. When the first day of shoots had finished, I was looking forward to just hang out with the wrestlers, Troy, Jonny and Bryan, eating a nice meal that Bryan had cooked for us. I immediately noticed Kirk wasn’t there.
“He’s gone to bed early, he was feeling dizzy”, a fellow wrestler said.
“Oh. OK!”, I replied.
Troy’s eyes were burning into me as I felt him looking.

That night, I was exhausted from the heavy day of work. Yet it took me a while to fall asleep. I just really wanted to see Kirk. That knockout was just the hottest and most extreme one I had witnessed since I had started photographing these matches. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had a boner in my underwear that wouldn’t go down, and I really didn’t want to masturbate in Troy’s guest room.

Finding out that Kirk was an indy pro was interesting. He had a professional wrestling background, appearing in independent promotions throughout the country. He wasn’t just some pretty boy Troy had found to throw to the lions, or, Guido. I wanted to find out more about him and I was hoping we could get to know each other this weekend.

At one point I just knew the only way I would be able to fall asleep was if I’d see Kirk again. I carefully walked onto the corridor and down the stairs, making sure not to wake anyone up. I opened the door to the matroom, where there were 5 or 6 inflatable mattresses spread out, with hot wrestlers sleeping soundly on each one. Snoring came from two or three different mattresses. It was dark and hard to make out where he was, but I didn’t want to walk in and start looking at faces from up close. I stood in the doorway and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.

And then I saw Kirk. He was lying on his back, his blanket pulled up to his chest. He was fine. He looked so comfortable and innocent. I felt satisfied after seeing his face again. I realized how creepy I was being and backed out of the room. I closed the door and walked back to my own room. I sighed and smiled before I finally fell asleep.

The next morning at breakfast, I saw wrestlers come into the kitchen one by one, some in their underwear. But I was only interested in seeing how Kirk was doing. Troy came to sit next to me and said, “I have to rearrange the schedule.”
“No problem”, I said.
“Kirk pulled out.”
“Oh.”
“I guess you were right, it was a bit of a brutal knockout.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for making fun of you.”
“Don’t worry”, I said, “where is he now?”
“He’s gone home. He was feeling so sore, he left for the airport this morning.”
I nodded.

“Don’t worry, he will definitely be back”, Troy then said, before he told me how the day’s schedule had changed.

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