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| Chase |
“Yeah, that was rough”, Kirk smiled.
I had walked into the dressing room to find Kirk chatting with his opponent for the day, Chase. Another Chase, this time with an S. So different in physique and background, yet a similar name.
“What do you say we make today a submissions only match. No knockouts. Whoever gets the most submissions, wins.”
“Aww man, that sounds great, thank you so much!”
“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you though”, Chase winked at Kirk as he walked off.
“Kirk? Are you ready for your solo shots?”
“Sure!”
Kirk and I headed to the ring in the Florida compound of the wrestling company. It was the first time he and I had been on a shoot together down here. The ring was in a separate location from the villa where most of us were staying. Which was possibly an even more luxurious stay than in Pembroke, mainly because it had a pool. Already at the villa I had caught up with Kirk, who told me he had barely remembered anything from the ending of his match with Kayden or what had followed after. Whereas I had been jerking off to memories of it many times.
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| Kirk |
The way Chase had come off like a nice guy to Kirk just now made me think he had some sort of agenda, but I couldn’t be sure. Kirk seemed cheerful as always, ready to start a match.
“A different location here in Florida might be just what I need to turn my record around. Surely I can get a win this time around!”, he had said back at the villa.
In the meantime, Kirk’s matches were being released on the website and Troy said that they were really popular. Specifically Kirk getting his ass kicked was bringing in all the views and great responses from the community.
“He’s my golden boy right now”, Troy had said in the car on our way to the ring, “I only have golden trunks for him to wear during this trip!”
Troy had even said we would do a ‘Wrestler Spotlight’ on Kirk, which meant that I would be taking some extra shots of him somewhere this weekend. Troy would also do an interview with him. Every wrestler that would turn out particularly popular would get this, but Kirk got there really fast.
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| Kirk, Chase |
Screams echoed through the room as the submissions started coming in after about ten minutes of fighting. Kirk scored the first submission and was ahead, but Chase soon equalized. I noticed Chase’s seductive, stolen strokes of Kirk’s sweaty muscles every now and then. The match remained close as the score even made it to 4-4.
Both wrestlers were exhausted and the match had lasted over half an hour. I could tell there was very little fight left in Kirk, his skin shiny with sweat, his wet hair flat on his head and his golden trunks drenched. His eyes were half closed from exhaustion, but he was still fighting. I felt like there was finally a possibility for him to win a match as Chase seemed just as tired.
But Chase pulled out all of the stops. He managed to get the upper hand and managed to figure four Kirk’s left leg.
“Nooo”, Kirk exclaimed, his knee in excruciating pain.
His face crunched up and I knew he wanted to submit but his competitive side wouldn’t let him. He held out but I could tell it was a losing battle. He no longer had the energy to get himself out of the hold. With the score 5-4 there was very little chance of Kirk to still win the match.
I wanted to say something to support him, but all I could do was take photos of the two men intertwined. Kirk grunted.
“I…”, he started.
“You what?”
“I submit.”
A smirk appeared across Chase’s face as he let go of Kirk’s leg.
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| Chase, Kirk |
“Here, let me help you up”, he told Kirk as he offered his hand.
He helped Kirk up, which made it even more obvious that Kirk was done. He could barely stand and his eyes were closing. Chase held onto Kirk’s hand, making sure he wouldn’t fall back down.
“So, how did Kayden do it exactly?”
“W-what?”, Kirk was confused as to where he was, let alone able to answer this mysterious question.
“It was like this, wasn’t it?”
Chase kneed Kirk in the chest so he would bend over more. He then grabbed Kirk’s head and fell back, bulldogging Kirk’s face into the canvas.
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| Kirk, Chase |
Chase started with a victory lap, flexing his biceps and cheering. He took his time, not even counting out his opponent, even though with the set rules I guess his victory didn’t depend on that. He walked back to Kirk’s prostrate body and kicked his body over onto its back. He sat next to Kirk and gently caressed his body.
The DDT move was especially harsh as it had seemed so unnecessary. Chase had pretty much won the match and knocking a wobbly and worn-out Kirk clean out with such a headbanger was just cruel. It was likely that it was exactly for this reason that Chase was hired by Troy.
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| Kirk, Chase |
“He’s out”, Chase stated out loud.
He got up for one more double bicep flex before he left the ring. There was now absolute silence in the room as Jonny went in for one more video close-up of Kirk’s unmoving body. I made sure I got my shots in as well just in case he were to wake up.
“Cut!”, I heard Troy say.
Jonny immediately put down the camera. He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he walked toward the other room. Troy passed me as well and winked at me.
“Nice boner”, he said. “Ten minutes, OK?”
“OK”, I said, trying not to be embarrassed by his comment.
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| Kirk |
Only when I had to take care of my own raging erection, I put the camera down. I carefully touched Kirk’s chest with one hand, touching myself with the other. His skin went up and down with each slow breath. His skin was cold, the cool sweat now slowly drying. I caressed him some more and I even took my cock out of my shorts. I started jerking myself off as my hand made its way across Kirk’s abs towards his trunks.
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| Kirk |
“I-I’m…”, I started.
He didn’t interrupt me, he just stared at me. I had wanted to apologize, but there was something in his gaze that told me I didn’t need to.
He slowly sat up, bringing his face close to mine. I realized my cock was still out, hard like a rock, and my hand was still on it. But I felt frozen in place. Kirk’s face came even closer to mine until his lips touched my lips. He was kissing me. It took me a while to realize, but when I did, I kissed back. I was taken aback, but this was so hot.
Suddenly, Kirk pulled back, his face flushed.
“I, uhm… I have to go”, he said.
He got up to leave and stumbled out of the ring, his knee clearly hurt and his brain affected by the rattling it just got. I wanted to say something to convince him to stay, but I couldn’t. The kiss still lingering on my lips, I was too stunned by the surprising turn of events to even speak.
Not even five seconds after Kirk closing the door behind him, Troy came back in with Jonny and two wrestlers, ready to start filming the next match.
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| Kirk |
When I drove away, I tried to think of a way to get the conversation started, but Kirk beat me to it.
“Hey Blayne, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah? Yeah, sure.”
“Is it true what they say? Are you just here because you have a knockout fetish?”
I was stumped. I didn’t know this was a rumor that had been going around.
“Uhmm. Well… I guess it’s part of it.”
“But you don’t touch all the guys, right?”
“What? No. I rarely do that.”
I could feel myself blushing and I looked at the road and not even slightly in Kirk’s direction on my right.
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| Kirk |
“I… I’ve kind of had a crush on you from the day we met”, Kirk suddenly blurted out.
“W-what?”
I made an unwanted swerve on the road, quickly correcting myself.
“Yeah, you’re really hot.”
I was blushing even more.
“So when I woke up yesterday with you touching me, I was really happy. But I’d heard before that Troy and Jonny leave you alone with a knocked out wrestler. So I wasn’t sure if you liked me particularly.”
“Usually I just take photos. I… I think you’re by far the hottest wrestler on the roster.”
“Really?”
I could feel him looking at me. I quickly looked back. He seemed so happy.
“Yeah, you’re… you’re the only one I have touched.”
We arrived at the ring and Kirk got changed into the golden trunks that Troy had picked out. He looked absolutely breath-taking. We started taking some photos.
“So do I look particularly hot when I’m knocked out?”, Kirk suddenly asked.
I snickered.
“Well, you definitely look hot when you are. But you look very hot now as well”, I answered.
His smile got even wider.
“So what about me is so hot?”, he asked.
“Your smile. Your body. Your… butt.”
“What, really?”
He turned around.
“This big old thing?”
I laughed.
“Hell yeah”, I said, taking another picture.
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| Kirk |
“So, do you think I’ll win a match soon?”
“I don’t know”, I answered, continuing to take photos.
“You don’t want me to win one, do you?”
“Of course I do!”, I said.
“And not see me knocked unconscious at the end?”
I said nothing. Kirk chuckled.
“Thought so.”
“Seriously though, I’d love for you to win a match”, I said at one point.
“I can tell how much you want it. You remind me of myself when I wrestled.”
“Yeah, did you lose many matches as well?”
“Oh, loads.”
“Do you think I could beat you?”
I laughed.
“Who knows”, I shrugged and continued to take photos.
Kirk took a different pose and suddenly said, “You know it’s just us and this big ring over here.”
I put my camera down and we looked at each other. I suddenly sprung a huge boner. It hadn’t crossed my mind before, but wrestling Kirk would be so hot.
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| Blayne |
Once we started I figured I was the one underestimating Kirk. After some hesitation on my part, he scooped me up and slammed me down. The canvas hit my ribs in a way that knocked the wind out of me for a few seconds. My recovery wasn’t quick enough as soon I found myself in a bodyscissors. My already bruised ribs were now being squeezed by Kirk’s legs. I saw him chuckling, looking at this as just a friendly tussle. But I wanted to win. I wanted to win bad.
I’m not sure what came over me, but I countered with an assault on his left leg, knowing it could still be painful from his match the day before. I exploited a weakness, using my prior knowledge of the opponent. I smirked. Now that Kirk had put me down, my competitive side was truly coming out. I escaped his hold and I was going to give it to him good.
Kirk was sitting on the mat, rubbing his right knee as I stood next to him. I pulled him up by his arm in a rough manner, which made him stumble to his feet. With his back to me, I put him in a full nelson and pushed down on his neck.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”
I wasn’t sure if it was Kirk’s exclamations of pain or his big round ass squashed against my groin, but I was getting an erection. My dick was popping out of the top of my jockstrap as I rubbed it on his curvy butt. Partly for my pleasure, partly to show him who was boss.
I proceeded giving Kirk a beating unlike I’ve ever given before. The match was a blur to me as a sadistic side came out of me. Kirk was out of breath for most of the match, unable to even submit. When I caught him in a bearhug I squeezed so hard, he passed out in my arms. His head rested on my shoulder and his entire body went limp. Precum had soiled the front of my jockstrap and now also his as our crotched ground together.
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| Kirk |
He laid there beautifully. His body on display. His muscular chest and stomach, his big round nipples, and his genitals packed into his tight gold trunks. His mouth was open so his body could take in a lot of air in its unconscious state. His arms were spread, the palms of his hands loosely open. I took my first picture.
I touched myself to the view of his knocked out form. I rubbed the pouch of my jockstrap, turning myself on so much that I had to stop to keep from cumming. When I wanted to take a second picture with his full body in it, he was already opening his eyes.
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| Kirk |
“Hey”, I said, “you OK?”
“Wow”, he uttered, “you’re good.”
I smiled. As he slowly sat up, I sat next to him.
“I enjoyed that a lot though, I have to say”, I told him.
“I could tell!”
We looked at each other and suddenly sparks really flew.
There was no stopping it this time. We kissed each other passionately. There was no use in trying to push my cock back into my jockstrap. And I felt Kirk’s cock getting just as hard. Our hands were running across the other’s body and in no time we were both naked. I hovered over him as our lips never parted ways, my hand down his side and pulling up his leg. He instinctively put the other leg around my waist, causing the head of my cock to poke at his hairless hole.
I finally stopped our kiss so I could kiss his neck, chest and then abs. His sweaty body tasted salty, and it was so great to finally kiss it. His smooth skin was beautiful and my hands were all over it. I sucked his cock, but soon got distracted by his hole, which was just perfect. Kirk pulled his legs up to give me access and I ate him out. It was heaven. To me, but clearly also to him, as his face gave away he was in total ecstasy.
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| Kirk |
“Heck yeah!”
My cock was rock hard as I entered him slowly. It was a tight fit, but once it was in, it felt so good. Kirk’s moans and whimpers echoed through the room, much like during his matches. I fucked him very gently considering how harshly I had treated him during our fight. I had won the match and now I could do to him what I wanted.
In between Kirk’s panting and whimpering, he said “Please fuck me on my back so I can cum”. I pulled out and turned him back around. His raised his legs, aching for me to get back in there. His cock was even harder than before we started fucking. It was a gorgeous eight inch cock, laying across his belly up to his belly button. His body was beautiful all over. I went inside him again, this time able to see the front of his body and the look on his face while he was being fucked. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Thankfully, Kirk shot his load all over his chest and abs right before I had to pull out and shoot my load all over him as well. We used my T-shirt to clean him up. As promised, we drove back to the villa in time for the rest of the filming schedule.
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