Kirk, Part 2

Kirk

“Oh, hey! Photographer guy! Blayne, right?”
I smiled. Kirk remembered me. It was more than 6 months ago that we had last seen each other. There had been a few filming sessions down in Florida over the winter, but Kirk wasn’t at any of them. Now, in May the following year, we were back in Pembroke and Kirk was scheduled for two matches. I had been very excited knowing we would meet again. The anticipation had almost become too much to bear, but now the time was finally here. And he’d remembered who I was!

He was standing outside in blue speedos, ready for his first match of the weekend. His dimply smile was to die for and it seems like he had packed on some muscle in the meantime. I had just arrived earlier this morning and Kirk’s match was the last one before a few more in the afternoon and even some in the evening. I had just ran upstairs to replace my memory card and I ran into him in the yard.

“That’s me!”, I said as he greeted me warmly with a hug.
“Thanks again for looking out for me, last time”, he said as he let go.
“No problem!”
I tried to play it off, mainly because I had also been there for my own pleasure.
“Are you completely back in shape now, feeling all right?”
“Yeah, I’m good now! I was just feeling rough for a couple of days.”

Now that it was late May, the weather was great and lots of the scheduled matches were planned outdoors. The villa had a huge yard that faced the water of Oldham Pond. For some matches, the mats would just be in the grass with action spilling over onto the lawn. Some matches would take place in a gazebo, and others in a wooden shed known as the WrestleShack.

Chace

Kirk was about to be facing Chace in the gazebo. The gazebo was possibly most like a ring out of the outdoor options, because of the fencing around, but in practice it was still a mat match. I wasn’t sure if Kirk had any experience with that. His opponent Chace had been wrestling for the company for quite a few years, building a bigger body as the years went on. Every time I’d seen him, I was impressed with how much size he had packed on. Originally he was a model, and coming into the wrestling company he’d had a hard time. He was losing most of his matches and gaining quite a following for his beautiful face and body. He built his body bigger as time went on and also gained more wrestling experience, winning matches here and there. It was going to be interesting to see how Chace and Kirk would measure up to each other.

Kirk and I walked to the gazebo together, where we found Chace. He looked amazing. In small, hot pink speedo trunks, he was flexing and getting ready for his match. I estimated him to be 5’9’’ (175cm) and about 190 lbs (86 kgs).Troy and Jonny were already there. I started taking the first photos of each wrestler and off we went.

Kirk, Chace

I realized soon enough that it would be a match between power and speed. Chace’s muscles were a major advantage for him as he was able to inflict pain. After a few minutes of wrestling, he just lifted Kirk up into a bearhug and squeezed. Kirk’s all but subtle screams filled the entire yard. His speedo crept up his gorgeous behind as he tried to wiggle his way out. On the other hand, Kirk was much faster than Chace. His tight and nimble body helped him maneuver his way out of the most devastating holds.

I also realized that part of me really wanted to support Kirk, and hoped he would be able to win. At the same time, I knew I was fooling myself. I secretly loved seeing him get put in all of these holds and was hoping for another knockout finish.

Especially in the early stages of the match it became clear that Kirk was a little out of his depth out here in the gazebo. As opposed to the ring, often with both wrestlers on their feet, a lot of the action was down on the mat. And Chace’s strength definitely outshone Kirk’s speed at first, as he manhandled the lean rookie. Kirk’s kicking and flailing was already turning me on.

Chace, Kirk

Despite being able to escape several of Chace’s holds, Kirk couldn’t really mount an offense. Over and over again Chace is the one who took initiative and Kirk was the one working hard to stay in the game. Eventually he couldn’t help but submit to a few of the holds Chace put him in.

It became clear that Chace was very aware that he needed to keep the action close to the mat so that Kirk couldn’t utilize his superior speed. On the mat was where Chace could use his power in the most effective way. Chace was growing in confidence, clearly having a strategy, and Kirk seemed to get more and more lost.

What I kept forgetting however, is that Kirk has lots and lots of wrestling experience. He has the determination to suffer through some painful holds, patiently waiting his turn to strike. So when more than half of the match was over, and we had seen Kirk in some tough spots being kept down on the mat, Kirk was just getting started, hoping the muscleman would have gotten tired.

Kirk, Chace

So just when Chace was getting cocky and felt like he was in total control, Kirk was finally able to step it up a notch. Chace only had to make one mistake and the lean speed machine was right in there. And once he had Chace, he wasn’t letting go. Kirk made Chace stand up, which I guessed was a more familiar position for him. Burying his knee in Chace’s lower back and pulling back his arms, it didn’t take long for Chace to scream out a panicked submission of his own. It was quite amazing to see Kirk in a dominant role for the first time. He got to show off some of his skills, which made me happy for him, yet I hoped it would all come crashing down.

Kirk did a great job of dominating Chace for quite a while, pretty much tying up the number of submissions. But Chace wasn’t new to this game. He wasn’t about to lose out after dominating his scrawny opponent for most of the match. It only took one misstep, one moment of letting his defences down, and in a matter of seconds Chace’s gigantic arm was wrapped around Kirk’s neck for a perfectly executed sleeperhold. Kirk’s arms flailed about as he tried to peel the large, tanned, tattooed arm away, but it was too late.

Chace, Kirk

After a while, Kirk’s movements became labored. His arms moved in a slower pace and soon enough they fell to his sides limply. At the same time, his knees buckled, his eyes closed and his mouth fell open. A smile appeared on Chace’s face and he lowered Kirk to the mat. I had a rock hard boner. Knocked out cold again.

Chace flexed his biceps for Jonny’s camera.
“Yeah!”, he exclaimed, happy with his victory.
Winning a match probably wasn’t as common for him as it was for Guido. He spread Kirk’s limp body out across the mat and sat on his chest for another double bicep flex. His tanned, muscular back and hot pink trunks contrasted with Kirk’s pale skin, light blue speedo and sleeping form.

I was impressed with Chace’s body, as I had always been. Now I was also impressed with his wrestling skill. Having wrestled for gay wrestling websites, this one and as I understood a few others, got him good enough to beat an indy pro. And his execution of the holds was done with a precision that I remembered from my own college wrestling days.

Chace, Kirk

Chace got up and left Kirk to sleep it off in the gazebo. From all the grunting and screaming throughout the match, suddenly I could hear the sound of the water nearby, the birds singing, and the slight wind rustling the leaves. Troy and Jonny had also been completely silent until the familiar “Cut!” from Troy sounded.

Jonny stopped filming.
“So, is that lunch?”, he asked.
I did not respond. I wanted to take more photos of Kirk as he was laid out on the mat. His limbs were spread eagle, his body taking up as much space as it could. Yet he was unaware. Unaware even of where he was at this particular time. His face looked so innocent and relaxed. His shallow breathing was apparent by his chest and lean stomach. I was incredibly turned on.

“Yep, it’s lunch”, I heard Troy say, “but let’s give Blayne some time with our rookie.”
“Oh. Right”, Jonny replied as they walked out of the gazebo and back to the villa together.

Kirk

I took pictures of an unconscious Kirk from every angle imaginable. Once I noticed I saw an outline of a very sizeable penis in his trunks, I wanted so many pictures that I knew I would have too many. At home I would be putting them in a slideshow and whacking off to all of these, knowing I would probably cum before the end.

When I knew I had dozens of photos, I put the camera down. Kirk was still snoozing away out in the warm, open air. I sat down next to him. The position of his cock in his trunks made me wonder if he was possibly aroused to get choked out like this. Or maybe he just had a large cock. He didn’t look as utterly destroyed as he had after his last match. He looked to be asleep. I touched his shoulder, with the intention of shaking it. But when I felt his soft skin, my hands wandered to his chest and circled his beautiful nipple.

Kirk

With a tent in my shorts I wanted to lift his speedos to check if he was possibly hard, but soon he began to stir. I pulled back my hand as he softly moaned.
“Hey, you OK?”, I asked.
His eyes tried to open as he focused on me.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good… What happened?”
“You lost, I’m sorry.”
He tried to sit up.
“Oh, right. He sleepered me out.”
“Yeah.”

Kirk looked around and saw no-one. I hid my boner behind my hands.
“Thanks for sticking with me again.”
“No problem, really wanted to make sure you were OK”, I lied.

I helped him up, after which he was able to walk into the villa by himself. My boner didn’t go down as his ass walked in front of me, the small blue trunks wedged up his crack. I repositioned my cock so it would be less noticeable.

I saw Kirk again during dinner. He was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, which was odd for me. Bryan had cooked a healthy meal for some of us, though others had had pizza delivered. Wrestling was a sport with many different bodies and diets, at least at this company. Kirk and I chatted and for the first time had an actual conversation. I told him about my own wrestling past in high school, college, and down in Florida. He was impressed and asked me questions about how well I had done. He told me about how it’s his job to travel across the country to wrestle in all of these different promotions, hoping to get his break on TV.
“Do you see these matches in Pembroke as just another promotion?”
“Not really, it’s so different with the personal attention we get from Troy, I’ve learned so much from him already now. Also, the money is better, and I actually know the other wrestlers and we hang out, which is cool.”

There were two more matches in the evening that I was shooting for. Again, there was lots of hotness to see and capture. Hot guys, small trunks, sometimes removed in the middle of the action. But my mind wandered to Kirk throughout. When we finished and I got back to the living room, some of the wrestlers were still up, talking and watching wrestling on TV. Kirk was in the kitchen and walked up to me.

“Hey, thanks again for looking out for me”, he said as he gave me a short hug.
“Y-You’re welcome”, I stuttered.
“Good night!”, he then said as he walked upstairs.
The hug was enough to give me a boner. Watching his ass go up the stairs also helped. Troy put his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “I’ve got some great trunks for him for tomorrow.”

Kirk

The next day, all matches were going to be filmed at a location off-site. Because the ring in the villa was old and under construction, and according to some wrestlers, on the small side, Troy had rented a location where we could film the ring matches instead. This meant that everyone had to be driven there in cars. I was in a car with Troy, Bryan and Jonny, a box of gear and a big supply of water and snacks in the trunk. I had brought my camera bag and was hoping there would be a place to charge batteries in between matches.

When we got there, closely followed by four other cars with over a dozen wrestlers in total, I realized Troy had thought of this and immediately showed me where I could plug in my charger. When I looked around, I noticed it was just a boring concrete room with a large ring in the middle, but the lighting was amazing. I knew I was going to get some great shots. After all of the mat wrestling from the day before, I knew I’d have to adjust back to ring wrestling. Wrestling in the ring can be more difficult to follow as it’s a larger space and the action can get really fast. Especially for Jonny this made the two types of matches very different. Though I would also need to react faster.

Kayden

After each match there was a short break, and I noticed that the wrestlers were in a waiting area with two sofas and little else. Everyone was on their phones, the next two were in their gear and ready to go. There was a locker room with a shower where the guys could get changed and clean up after. Kirk was in the last match of the night and he looked amazing in his shiny blue squarecut trunks. Especially his ass looked absolutely delectable, giving me a boner before the match even started.

Kirk was facing Kayden today. Kayden had a reputation with the company. Whereas Kirk’s first two rivals had been all about the clean wrestling, Kayden was a wrestler who was here for the eroticism. He only wrestled for one company and it was this one, the leading gay wrestling fetish site. He was young, tall and slender, and not particularly built. I estimated him to be 6’2’’ (188cm), which made him four inches taller, but probably about the same weight as Kirk. Yet, he was not to be underestimated; he definitely had a mean streak.

In fact, when Kayden faced Chace a few years ago, he had gotten the model trapped in a sleeperhold and had demanded he jack off or he would knock him out. Chace had obediently removed his trunks and had masturbated to orgasm. After which Kayden had knocked him out anyway. It was the only time Chace had appeared nude in any of the matches on the site, and one could wonder if he had ever intended to.

Though his win-loss record was very solid, Kayden had lost a few matches. Usually because he had gotten carried away, for example feeling up someone he thought he had conquered. Kirk was all about the wrestling kink. His horniness was his Achilles heel.

Kirk, Kayden

Kayden, known for being a dominant and sensual wrestler, had dominated his match yesterday. But then at the very end, jobber Dylon had overpowered him, trapped him in the ropes, sleepered him and stripped him of his trunks. I got to take dozens of pictures of an unconscious Kayden hanging in the ropes, and we all got to see him wake up angry. But that meant he had some built-up frustration to take out on whomever was next. Clean, innocent Kirk had no idea what was coming his way. Even though he and Kayden had hung out, Kayden was a sweetheart whenever I chatted to him. In the ring, he became an animal.

When the match started, I could immediately tell Kirk was hungry for victory. He got Kayden in a headlock and he wasn’t going to let go. Kirk was definitely the better wrestler technically and he was using that to his advantage right now. Kayden seemed unprepared for this move and took his time to counter. Kirk was on it though and later had Kayden tied up in an arm bar.

However, Kayden was not the type to submit at an early point in the match. By his face I could tell he was getting more and more angry and his dominant side was bursting to come out. Kayden pulled through and managed to get out of every hold eventually, but I could tell he was having a hard time with Kirk dominating the first minutes of the match.

Kayden, Kirk

Things weren’t about to turn around, either. Kirk managed to get Kayden in a corner of the ring as he pounded on Kayden’s chest, neck and stomach. Kayden had nowhere to go and wasn’t able to offer much resistance the more Kirk was pounding on him.

Kayden was sagging in the corner, seemingly exhausted. It was very rare to see Kayden like this and I was starting to wonder if Kirk was about to pull off an upset. I knew it would mean a lot to him if he could finally manage a win, but against Kayden it would seem like a miracle. Usually Kayden had guys like Kirk for breakfast.

Kirk wasn’t finished with Kayden and was plotting his next move when Kayden’s mean streak came out with a vengeance. A kick between the legs had Kirk rolling on the canvas in pain. The now familiar scream echoed in the room as he writhed around, clutching his balls. Kayden was able to catch his breath and get back on his feet. Menacingly, but still breathing heavily, he slowly walked over to Kirk as his screams quieted down. The tables were about to be turned.

Kayden, Kirk

With Kirk on his stomach in the middle of the ring, Kayden put his knee down on his back, and pulled one leg up. Kirk’s screams immediately returned as it looked like he was going to rip Kirk’s leg off. The babyface had angered the heel and Kayden was going to make Kirk regret it. I, in the meantime, got a great shot of the move.

Kayden took his time to make sure Kirk knew who was boss. He attacked every single limb he could find and when he got bored he would throw the indy pro around the ring and knock him down, or just pull him up into some headscissors. Now it was Kirk whose energy was fading. His breathing got more labored and a nice sheen of sweat covered his body.

Kayden was in the middle of throwing Kirk around, pushing him towards the ropes to increase his speed. I was expecting him to clothesline Kirk to the canvas, but instead he hooked his arm around Kirk’s neck and bulldogged him face first. His head hit the canvas with some major impact. Kirk immediately stopped moving as he was lying motionless on the mat.

Kirk, Kayden

Kayden sat on the canvas next to his unconscious victim and smiled. He dusted off his hands with the job well done. Only then he stood up. He pulled Kirk’s shoulder to make him roll over onto his back. Kayden had to start his posing routine as he counted to 10. With his knee on Kirk’s stomach he did a single and then double bicep.
“1…. 2…. 3…. 4….”

He took his time as he stood up and put his foot on Kirk’s chest and flexed again.
“5…. 6…. 7….”
He now put his foot on Kirk’s face and showed a double bicep for a third time.
“8…. 9….”
It was becoming very clear that Kirk wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. Kayden walked around and put his foot on Kirk’s crotch. For the last time, he put up his arms, to show that he had won, conquered another opponent.
“10.”

I wondered what would happen next. Kayden stood there with his foot on Kirk’s crotch. He wiggled his foot around. He looked down and smiled.
“This boy is hard as a rock getting humiliated by me”, he said, “what’s the fun in that?”

Kirk

He stepped off, got out of the ring and walked away.
“Cut!”
I audibly gasped. Kirk was lucky, not getting the full Kayden treatment.
“That could have been much better”, Jonny said.
“Kayden’s been in a weird mood after yesterday”, Troy added.
I could imagine why.

I rushed into the ring to take more photos of a sleeping Kirk. His bulge was indeed very apparent and pronounced. Just from its position and size, it could be an erection. I just wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I was rock hard myself. As I was busy taking shots, I noticed Troy and Jonny were getting their things together.
“We’re taking a ride with some of the other wrestlers, the last car is still in the lot. I’ll leave the key on the table!”, Troy shouted at me.
“Thanks!”, I said.
“We’re going to the Chinese place, but feel free to join or meet us at the villa!”
“OK!”

Kirk

Troy had been very consistent in leaving me with a knocked out Kirk. He knew about my fetish and I guess it was obvious that I had a thing for Kirk. He was just helping me out. Once I knew I had enough photos, Kirk still hadn’t woken up. I knew I had to do what I had failed to do the day before.

I put my hand out and carefully touched his cock through his trunks. I let my hand stroke his cock all along the length and I did think it was hard. Even better, it seemed to respond and get harder. I bit my lip. This was fucking hot. The rest of his body continued to be at rest as I carefully played with his cock, which was getting bigger and bigger. I was incredibly impressed.

Kirk

Out of nowhere, Kirk’s arm moved. He grabbed the back of his neck.
“Hmmm…”, he moaned.
“You OK?”, I asked.
“Nggghh”, he just said as his face scrunched up. His eyes remained closed.
“Hey, are you awake?”
There was no response. He wasn’t fully awake, but he wasn’t unconscious either.

I decided to try and help him up. I pulled his arms so he would sit up. His body was still limp as a ragdoll. I dragged him to the edge of the ring and when I let go, his upper body fell back. I got out of the ring so I could get him out as well. I put his arm around my neck and walked him out of the room into the waiting area and sat him down on a sofa. I looked at him and he seemed completely out of it. I got my things and put them into my camera bag. I got the key off the table and Kirk off the sofa. Together we walked to the car. I realized he was just wearing some trunks in this parking lot, but there weren’t a lot of people around. I got him to sit in the car.

As I drove, his head swayed back and forth, his whole body still completely limp. He did mutter some gibberish that I couldn’t understand. When we got to the villa and I saw that there were no cars parked, I smiled. I could have Kirk to myself for a portion of the evening. When I got him inside, I moved him to my room. After all, I didn’t know exactly where in the villa he was sleeping this weekend. That sounded like a fine excuse to me. I laid him down in the bed and took off his boots, socks and kneepads.

“Hey, are you OK?”
“Yeah, yeah…”, he muttered softly.

I went downstairs and got some bottled waters and some food from the fridge. When I got back to the room, Kirk was in the same position as I had left him, but definitely asleep. A slight snoring came from him. I put a bottle of water on the nightstand next to him. I got in the bed on the other side and had something to eat myself. When I got tired I cuddled up to him. I caressed his abs. His bulge had definitely gotten smaller than before, but I gave it a squeeze as well.

The next morning I woke up spooning Kirk. We were on top of the covers and I was still wearing all of my clothes. We woke up around the same time. He looked back at me and smiled.
“Oh. Hey”, he said, suddenly very clear of mind.
“Good morning”, I said, chuckling, as we took some more distance and lay next to each other.
“W-what happened last night?”
“You got knocked out cold.”
“Aww man, I lost again? I was doing so well!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Only this time it took a while for you to fully wake up, so I brought you back.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

I was about to say that I didn’t know exactly where he was sleeping when he suddenly sat up straight.
“What time is it? I need to catch my flight!”
When he realized it was 7.30, he quickly thanked me again, said goodbye and left my room.

Not much later I went downstairs myself and a smirking Troy greeted me.
“So, did you fuck?”
“What? No!”
“Aww man! I will make it happen one of these days!”
I laughed.

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