BIGBeast: The New Guy 4

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At the Home for BIGBeast Wrestling

"Oh fuck, is it really my turn again? It's only -"

"Who told you that you could shave?"

Steve. New Guy.

Steve rubs his face, "Oh, I don't know. I just wanted a change after -"

Jimmy interrupts again, "Save it, rookie." He stares at the handsome face, appraising the clean-shaven look. "Well, on my list of crap to deal with, your face is the least of my worries."

The rookie smirks, "Thanks, I guess. So, I'm up again? I just got showered from -"

"I need you done early, 'cause you're on cleaning detail and we've been shooting everywhere. It's a fuckin' mess. I put a list of chores on the fridge when you're done with this match. After the list is done, take another shower then get your ass in the kitchen. I threw a black thong and bow tie on your bag. You're bartending and waiting on guys again tonight."

Steve rolls his eyes, "Of course I am. You know, I should get paid extra for - OOF!"

Jimmy slugs the hot new guy in the gut for talking back to him. My boss grabs hold of Steve's thick blond hair then says, "Little advice. Stop talking. Keep moaning." Jimmy hands Steve a pair of bright yellow trunks for his next match. "Good news. No boots. You're headed to the Pavilion, jobber."

Steve strips off the black towel then pulls on the yellow trunks. It pops against his tanned skin. He adjusts them, playing with his big bulge. Damn, they look great. Jam-packed and sagging low in front, I can make out his cock head and balls perfectly. They ride up his ass with the slightest movement, unable to contain it. Even Jimmy looks impressed.

Steve checks himself out in the mirror then nods. The hot new guy psychs himself up, "Okay, I can make it through one more today. At least no more slamming. I've got a fighting shot on a mat. I'm big and strong. I can just let some guy twist me around then I'll twist him. No problem." The blond muscleman turns to Jimmy, "Or are you sandbagging me again?"

Jimmy whips out his hand to grab the handsome stud by the bulge. ARGH! He controls the bigger man by his manhood as he warns him, "I told you to save it, jobber. Remember, I'm the fuckin' boss around here."

Steve nods, "Okay, okay. Sorry."

I think Steve is getting to like Jimmy's abuse. He was cocky when he arrived, but after three tough matches where he's gotten just destroyed, I think he's settling into his role as a BIGBeast jobber. The new guy is a handsome 40-year old blond Canadian muscle hunk who looks like he's 28. He's got a nice fake tan over his 6'1"/200-lbs body that's ripped and powerful.

I kind of empathize with Steve, because I'm a rookie here at BIGBeast, too. This is only my third day here. I'm strictly a cameraman. Or Camera-boy as Jimmy calls me. With The Boss in Florida, uber-heel Jimmy Wildfire is in charge. He's smaller than Steve or me, but we still cower in fear whenever he gives us grief. He's given me a couple of quick lessons in the past couple of days and both times I've learned a lot, but ended up flat on my back.

I've been learning first-hand how
tough Jimmy is, small or not.

Jimmy nods at Steve's submission, "That's better. Pavilion. Five minutes. You too, Camera-boy."

I look at Jimmy, surprised. I'm about to remind him that I was supposed to head to the Wrestlecabin and let another guy film this one, but the smaller heel reads my reaction. He gives me the evil eye. I nod, "You bet, sir. It's just that shooting outside is different than in the Cabin. I need to make some adjustments is all."

Jimmy's look actually softens. He nicely says, "Attention to detail. Good little Camera-boy."

"Thank you, sir."

Me aka Camera-boy.

Jimmy grips my bicep, "Look, all the video you've shot today has been awesome, but you got a real eye for this one's suffering. I mean, I can feel your hard-on when I watch it. It's fuckin' magic. He's got three more matches this weekend and you're doin' 'em."

I smile at the compliment, my cock swelling. Jimmy takes notice at it twitching and shakes his head. He's always amused at how responsive my dick is in my uniform, just a pair of tight and tiny orange shorts and sneakers. I can't help it. I'm young, horny and all this stuff is hot. Jimmy walks off before I can thank him.

I feel Steve's hand on my shoulder. He says, "Looks like it's you and me, kid. Magic, huh? Sounds like I owe you a drink tonight."

"I'm only 18."

Steve shrugs, "I'm the bartender. I won't tell if you won't. Just keep the camera off." I smile then lift the camera, getting a nice shot of the blond Canadian muscleman's ass while he walks out of the room.

In the Pavilion

I get ready to shoot, testing it out while Steve stretches. I get great shots of his pumped muscles in the sunlight, the bright lights highlighting the deep shadows under his heaving pecs, deep cuts around his muscles, especially his arms, legs and six-pack abs. I'm feeling confident everything will look perfect.

Steve is finishing up when he freezes. He whispers, "Oh fuck yeah. Is he coming this way?" He stares, talking to the air, "Yeah, come to daddy. I can handle some of him. Fuck, he's so hot. And normal size! That's it, come this way. Yes, yes, yes."

Steve sees something he likes ...

I follow his eyes with my camera and I see what he sees. And he's right. Walking from the house in our direction is Kid Kain. The superstar is casually striding across the lawn in a pair of blue brief and sneakers. The winner of multiple Best Ass and Best Body awards, Kid Kain is no kid. The ginger stud is all man - ripped, strong and skilled.

At 5'8"/170, Kid Kain is a lot smaller than Steve, but I bet he can take the gorgeous blond jobber. The stunning BIGBeast veteran knows how to wrestle while the hot new blond, well, doesn't. At least the Canadian has a fighting chance, unlike his previous ring matches. And even if he loses, at least he gets to spend 30 minutes in tight body contact with the perfect physique of Kid Kain. I wouldn't mind some of that action one day, too.

Kid Kain

When he arrives, Kid shakes Steve's hand. He says, "I've heard a lot about you, rookie."

Steve blushes, "Uh oh. What did Jimmy tell you?" Kid just shrugs. The hot new guy says, "Yeah, he's into punishing me. Did he tell you I threw him in the lake?"

The heel doesn't say anything, but he smirks.

Steve understands, "Okay, he did. Not my smartest move. But I'm glad to be wrestling you. I'm a huge fan. Hopefully, I can learn something. Obviously, I need the experience and you're the best, eh."

The BIGBeast veteran nods, "Thanks, buddy. Okay, let's do this." He looks at me, "And I hear you're doing well, too, kid, but if you're going to shoot a load, warn us and we'll freeze until you can finish up. I don't put up with shaky footage."

Now it's my turn to blush, but it's from embarrassment. Stupid Jimmy, telling stories about me. I want to tell him that never happened, but I don't say anything. What's the point? I just signal to them that I'm ready. Steve pats my arm sympathetically before moving into place and I appreciate the gesture.

The Match

They start stretching. I zoom in and out, working every angle to get their beautiful bodies as they roll around and twist into sexy poses. Damn, look at Kid's muscles. And that ass. He's moving though yoga poses and it all looks incredible. I'm getting harder. Fuck. I turn to Steve, but that doesn't help. He's bridging, thrusting his bulge up. Fuck.

They stop stretching then rise to their feet. No talking as they bend forward and slap hands. The two studs move in to lock up. Steve is tentative, giving Kid Kain the chance to dive in and grab a leg. The ginger stud lifts, toppling the rookie onto his back. WHAM! He leaps forward, landing on the solid chest with an elbow. THUD! OOF!

The elbow is successful as a distraction, allowing Kid Kain to lock on a headlock. Steve moans as his head is crushed. The BIGBeast superstar leans back, using his weight to hold down the bigger muscleman. Kid can be a full-on heel or just a tough competitor, while Steve has been 100% jobber up to now. So far, things are going true to form.

As his head is squeezed, Steve is running his hands over his opponent's award-winning body. I bet those muscles feel awesome. The rookie shows some awareness as he suddenly grips kid Kain's shoulder and ass, using his strength to roll the 170-lbs of muscle over. The blond muscleman pulls his head free then pushes off on Kid's butt and back into a kneeling position.

Kid Kain spins to his knees fast as Steve doesn't follow up. The rookie seems to think this is a break, but the superstar doesn't. He dives in, tackling the bigger hunk down flat on his back. WHAM! The ginger stud mounts the Canadian hunk. He forces Steve's arms to his side then pins them there with his knees. Kid leans forward, lying down as he locks on a front facelock.

It took about one second for Kid Kain to immobilize the rookie. He squeezes hard, earning moans from his inexperienced victim as a reward. Steve squirms under the superstar, his legs flopping weakly. Suddenly, the blond muscleman remembers his legs, planting them then bridging up. He shows his power as he frees his arms and uses the bridge to roll.

Steve lands on top of the ginger stud, his weight holding him down. The savvy superstar keeps the facelock then adds a body scissors. ARGH! Even though the rookie is on top, it's clear who's in control. The muscular Canadian fights to escape, but he doesn't know what to do. Kid is strong, too and he has the big blond muscleman locked up.

The rookie gets his knees under him. He lifts his body then just drops, driving his 200-lbs of muscle down on top of Kid Kain. WHOMP! It's not scientific, but it's effective. The superstar loses his grip enough that Steve can power free of his arms and legs. The hot new guy dives on top of Kid Kain, hoping to take control.

The two wrestlers grapple, Kid Kain working Steve in holds and the rookie using his strength to power out. Arm bar. Arm lock. Headlock. Chinlock. Scissors. I'll give him credit. The newbie has decent instincts, managing to block anything too fatal. They roll around, working up a sweat. In the summer heat and humidity, with the sun beating down on them as they struggle, the studs are already glowing.

Steve can't lock anything on, spending all his time on top just defending himself. It becomes obvious that he's being toyed with, using all his energy as he's tested. Kid Kain suddenly knees the rookie in the side as he pushes, rolling the jobber on his side. The superstar slaps on an armbar, kneeling with his knee digging into Steve's side.

The rookie's yellow trunks are soaked and his bulge is hanging down as he squirms on his side. His cock head looks fatter as the body battle with one of the best has him aroused. Steve groans as his shoulder is twisted in the arm bar. He grunts then with a burst of power, he throws Kid over top, sending him somersaulting across the mat.

Steve moves to rise, getting to hands and knees. Kid Kain kicks out, slamming his foot into the rookie's side. WHACK! The shot sends the blond muscleman flying into a wood post. CRACK! He groans then moves to rise. Both studs get back to their feet then circle the mat. The hot new guy's chest is heaving as he wipes sweat from his eyes.

The two wrestlers move in. Steve lifts his arms like he would in the ring, but this isn't pro action. The shorter Kid Kain ducks and wraps his arms around the bigger stud's chest. With a lift and flip, the heel plants the jobber on his back hard. WHAM! The rookie is winded, lying motionless on the mat. Kid grabs a leg, but Steve has the awareness to kick out, sending him backwards.

They get back to feet then move in for a fast lock up. Steve defends low, having learned a little something. They grab each other behind the head and struggle for control. The two hunks are pumped and glowing, their muscles fully engaged in the battle. The rookie pushes with a burst of force. Kid twists and drops, letting the big muscleman's momentum carry him forward.

Steve flies past the ginger stud into the railing. He almost flips right out of the Pavilion, only saving himself by grabbing the railing. The rookie hangs with his torso hanging down outside the Pavilion, ass up and legs kicking inside off the mag as he tries to right himself. Kid Kain grabs a foot and pushes down, helping the hot new guy back in.

The rookie rolls back in, his feet landing on the mat. Behind him, Kid Kain drops and reaches between Steve's legs. He uses the rolling momentum to bring the big muscleman down, wrapping him up in a small package. Steve squirms in the pinning predicament, but Kid has him locked up. The superstar forces the Canadian hunk's knees down to his shoulders.

Kid Kain leans into it, his bulge pressing onto Steve's ass in a provocative way. The rookie grunts as his flexibility is tested. Suddenly, the heel starts to open his arms. He spreads the helpless hunk's legs out wide, opening him up. The hot new guy reaches up, putting his hands on the inside of his open legs. He's whimpering as his groin is stretched.

Steve cries out, his neck supporting most of his weight and Kid Kain's, his body collapsed and now his groin stretched. The rookie can't seem to escape, his only hope is to outlast the heel. It doesn't work. The jobber's cries are electric as his sweaty muscle body starts to fail him. He reaches his hand from his inner thigh up to touch the heel's torso.

The rookie taps the award-winning body on top of him and moans, "Okay, okay! Submit! Submit!"

Kid releases the legs and steps back, letting the helpless hunk unfold onto the mat. Steve lies there for a moment, unmoving, legs open, bulge rising above his ripped torso and eyes closed. He finally moves, reaching between his legs to rub his groin. He sits up then stands, stretching out. Steve does some neck rolls and shoulder shrugs as the ginger stud just watches.

Fall #2

When Steve is ready, the two wrestlers get ready to go again. They circle the mat, doing a lap in the small Pavilion. This time, the rookie tries to go low, aiming for a leg, but Kid Kain sees it coming. The smaller stud hops and spins on the blond muscleman's broad back. He does a 180, planting his feet behind Steve's.

The surprised rookie rises. He starts to turn, but he's too slow. Kid Kain grabs him around the waist, lifts and throws him onto his back on the mat. WHAM! Steve rolls up, springing to his feet. Good for him. He dives at the Kid again, but once again, he's too slow. The superstar slides by him, spinning behind the bigger hunk.

Kid Kain grabs Steve by the hair, forcing him up. The heel locks on a full nelson. The combination of the power of the hold and the ginger stud's shortness forces the jobber to lean back, thrusting his big yellow-wrapped package out. The rookie groans as the smaller stud collapses his shoulders and forces his chin to his sculpted chest.

Steve plants his feet and leans forward. He powers Kid Kain off the mat then breaks the nelson using his strength. Nice move. The rookie spins right into a knee lift. OOF! The superstar trips the jobber to the mat, face first. Kid leaps on his back then slaps on another full nelson. The heel rolls them over, adding a body scissors as Steve lies on top of the ginger stud.

The rookie moans loudly as he's punished in the double hold. He writhes, his face etched with pain as he suffers. Steve tries bridging, but he can't get free. He tries powering out, but he lacks the leverage. The hot new guy grunts in the perfectly applied holds. Kid tells him to submit, but Steve refuses. He grunts out a 'no' then continues to moan.

Kid Kain realizes that the rookie means it. He suddenly releases the nelson. Before Steve can react, the heel slaps on a sleeper hold. Uh oh. In desperation, the jobber rams his elbow into Kid's knee in the scissors. WHACK! He does it again then again. WHACK! WHACK! The force is enough to break the scissors and allow Steve to pull away from the sleeper.

Steve rolls away, lying on his side. He coughs and shakes out his shoulders. Opposite him, Kid Kain checks his knee then moves in. The rookie surprises with a swift kick to the heel's ripped abs. THUD! The superstar bends forward, coughing. The Canadian muscleman locks on a front facelock. He squeezes hard, using his 200-lbs of muscle to keep Kid bent forward.

Kid Kain grunts in the hold. He tries to move his legs, but Steve shifts and the two of them end up on their stomachs while the rookie continues to control the smaller stud. With a quick burst, the ginger stud pushes off, flipping them over. They roll onto their backs. It distracts the blond muscleman enough to escape and the two rise to their feet simultaneously.

They move in fast with Steve running Kid into the wood support. THWAK! The jobber presses his big body on top of the smaller stud. He reaches around for a bearhug. The hot new guy lifts and carries Kid Kain's beautiful body to the middle of the mat. He squeezes on the bearhug and the heel groans as he's held aloft.

Steve works the bearhug. When he lowers the heel and adjusts his grip, Kid takes advantage. The more experienced wrestler throws his arms around Steve's head in a front-facing sleeper. He tightens his grip and the rookie panics. He forgets about the bearhug, reaches up and pushes the heel's body. Kid loses the sleeper and stumbles back.

The rookie charges in, but Kid easily dodges. He grabs the bigger muscleman around the waist, lifts and throws him to the mat. The ginger stud steps over the stunned jobber then grabs an ankle. He lifts, slapping on a single leg crab. ARGH! Steve groans as his back is bent backwards. Kid Kain sits back, making the most of the hold.

Steve moans in the hold, his face and chest pushed into the mat as the heel holds him down. The rookie tries to push up. He wants to throw Kid off, but the heel knows how to counter the counter. The blond muscleman tries again, but the heel uses his free hand to reach back. He grabs Steve's arm. Before the jobber can react, his arm is wrenched back and up, locked up tight.

With only one free hand, the rookie can't do much. He tries to push up with his free hand, but it's not enough power. The jobber moans loudly. He swears then whimpers. It doesn't take long before he's admitting the truth.

"Submit! Submit!"

Kid Kain lets Steve go, allowing him to collapse on the mat. The jobber moans. He's down two falls and has been pretty thoroughly dominated, in spite of his size advantage. Hopefully he's learning something.

Fall #3

Steve rises to his feet. He stretches out against one of the posts. I zoom in as he sticks his ass out, arching his back and pulling out his shoulders. Kid Kain slaps his ass in a let's go move. SMACK! The rookie is startled, but when he turns, he has a smile on his face and his pouch is more full. The two guys bounce around the mat, ready to go again.

The blond muscleman tries to use his size advantage by charging in. Kid Kain blocks and slips around Steve's sweaty beef. With no suddenly no resistance, the rookie stumbles a little. He braces on the railing. The ginger stud grabs him around the waist. Before the hot new guy can react, the powerful BIGBeast veteran is lifting and flipping, planting Steve on his stomach on the mat. SPLAT!

Kid Kain lies on Steve's muscular body. The rookie tries to rise, but the ginger stud sweeps his arms and legs out every time. It's almost funny as the Canadian hunk keeps trying to rise and the savvy wrestler keeps toying with him. The hot new guy slows down and it's obvious that he's tiring. Kid smirks. This was obviously his plan.

The sweaty rookie tries to roll over, but Kid Kain counters even that. The smaller stud sits on the exhausted hunk and grabs under his chin. He pulls him up into a camel clutch. Steve tries, but can't fight it. The blond muscleman's chest rises off the mat as his arms are locked over Kid's thighs. The heel pulls back hard on the chin and once again, Steve's back is punished.

Steve moans loudly, gasping as he stares out at the trees. His feet rise and fall, his hands wave, but that's all the movement he can manage. His beautiful tanned muscles are shining in the sunlight as he suffers. Kid pulls back harder and Steve's groaning escalates. He's trying to hold on, his eyes closed as he tries not to give.

Kid Kain keeps working the camel. I think he's enjoying the ever-changing sounds of his victim's cries of pain. Steve telegraphs his suffering with his moans and it seems to amuse the heel. The rookie impresses as he survives the hold, refusing to give. Kid releases the camel, letting the blond muscleman collapse in a puddle of his sweat.

The ginger stud reaches down and applies a chinlock. Steve's handsome face is etched with pain, but this is nothing compared to the camel. He summons his reserves and pushes up. The jobber rises with hands and knees with Kid on his back, riding him like a horse. The BIGBeast superstar plants his feet then jumps, slamming his award-winning ass down onto Steve's back. WHACK! The move drives the blond muscleman back to the mat, flat on his stomach.

Kid Kain grabs the rookie's wrists then stands up. He plants a foot between Steve's shoulder blades and pulls on the arms in a surfboard move. The blond muscleman groans as his arms are punished. He flexes and fights, his chiseled arms tense as they're stretched out. He whimpers and grimaces as the smaller stud pulls hard.

As his victim moans, I pan up the heel's gorgeous physique. Kid Kain is really straining, too. His sculpted muscles are pumped and straining as he works the painful hold. The heel keeps up the pressure, but Steve won't give. His sweat saves him as Kid loses grip on his wrists, allowing the blond muscleman to collapse once more.

Steve rolls onto his left side between Kid's legs. The BIGBeast superstar reaches down, grabbing Steve's right arm. He locks on an armlock as he kneels down, driving his shin onto the rookie's head. The Canadian muscleman groans as Kid goes after the shoulder again. The rookie is muscular, but he's really been worn down. His groin, back and now arms all tortured mercilessly.

I pan up and down the tanned jobber's body. I longer on his yellow pouch, which is sweat-soaked and clingy. Steve groans. Even though he's been totally dominated, he keeps struggling and refusing to give. With a sudden burst of energy, the hot new guy flexes and rolls forward, throwing Kid's 170-lbs of muscle forward. WHOA! WHACK! The ginger stud lands hard, rolling into the wood support.

Steve lies on his right side, his back to me. And what a back. And butt. I zoom in, maybe helping Steve at least get nominated for an award. Unfortunately for Steve, he's exposing his back to a veteran heel. Kid Kain reaches out. He grabs a wrist and ankle while planting his foot in the small of the rookie's back. With a pull, Steve is stretched out hard.

I circle around to get a better view as Steve is bent backwards, his body on display as he's bent back by the ginger stud. The blond muscleman is quickly whimpering, the strain is intense. Kid keeps easing up then pulling back hard. Every time, Steve cries out in pain, his beautiful tanned body manhandled harder and harder.

Kid Kain's entire body is pumped and flexing as controlling 200-lbs of muscle works him, too. These two gorgeous studs are locked in a contest of wills and muscle, but it's becoming obvious who'll win. Steve is whimpering and crying out in his high-pitched voice. He gasps as he's folded back. Finally, he has to admit the truth.

Steve cries out, "GIVE! I GIVE!" The ginger stud releases Steve's wrist and ankle, letting him roll forward then collapse on his stomach.

Kid Kain rises then flexes over his victim. He plants a foot on Steve's back, making sure the jobber knows that he's been completely conquered. Beautiful. The ginger stud sure knows how to flex. I focus on his perfection, but keep the unmoving Steve in the bottom of the frame. The smaller muscleman's dominance over his bigger opponent is so hot.

Fall #4

Steve stretches out in child's pose, working out the pain in his back and shoulders. Kid Kain towers over him, rubbing sweat off his award-winning body as he waits.

The jobber rises, using the railing for support. Steve bounces and re-focuses. His beautiful muscle looks pumped and powerful. Too bad he doesn't know how to use it against a guy who's as skilled as the BIGBeast superstar. The two studs circle. Kid bends forward and Steve follows him down. They swat hands and shift back and forth.

The rookie moves in for a lockup, but Kid has other ideas. He fakes Steve out then grabs him in a front facelock. With a hard pull, the ginger stud is flipping the blond hunk to the mat. Kid Kain rolls him up, spreading the bigger muscleman's legs out wide and cinching on a spladle. The Canadian hunk moans as he's folded and opened, trapped in the pin.

Kid Kain stretches out, opening Steve out even wider. The jobber kicks, but it's no use. He's locked up tight, his powerful muscles immobilized by the perfect hold. The rookie lets out his high-pitched whimpers as I zoom in on his smooth inner thighs. He keeps squirming, but the pained cries are turning into gasps.

Steve admits defeat, tapping furiously with both hands. The ginger stud lets go. The rookie flops flat then reaches down to caress between his legs. The BIGBeast superstar kneels then slides into a schoolboy pin. He flexes for me as his bulge rests on the hot new guy's freshly-shaved chin. Another submission for Kid Kain. The fastest one yet and it doesn't look like he's done.

Fall #5

Kid Kain looks down at the recovering hunk. Steve is staring at the bulge and abs right in front of him. He doesn't seem to mind the view as he rubs his inner thighs behind the ginger stud. The BIGBeast superstar taps Steve on the face and breaks his stare. The blond muscleman looks up and their eyes meet.

The heel smiles then grabs Steve by the head. Kid Kain immediately rolls them over onto their sides, forcing the rookie into a head scissors. He extends his legs, squeezing hard. UNGH! The blond muscleman groans as his head is crushed. He continues to rub his inner thighs, even as he's smothered up in Kid Kain's bulge.

Kid Kain flexes his powerful legs and it forces Steve to ignore his aching groin. He fights to escape, pushing on the legs to try to escape. The effort is futile, causing the helpless hunk to moan even louder. The rookie uses his weight and strength advantage to roll them over, forcing Kid onto his back. Steve kneels with his head trapped. He pushes on the heel's hamstrings, but it's no use.

Steve reaches around the legs that are punishing him. His right hand runs up the washboard abs and onto the sculpted pecs. His left hand slides under the perfect bubble butt. Kid Kain smirks as the helpless hunk looks for an opening. I wonder if the jobber is trying to decide whether to escalate this with punching or even a low blow.

Kid must be thinking the same thing as his body is explored. He warns him, "Don't start something you can't finish."

The rookie slides his hands under the heel's back. He gets his feet under him, rolling Kid up. With a powerful squat, he lifts the ginger stud up then slams him onto the mat. WHAM! The impact loosens the scissors, allowing Steve to escape. He falls backwards onto his ass, shaking out his head.

Kid Kain rises fast. He moves in, only to get a foot to his abs. THUD! OOF! The superstar flies backwards, landing on his perfect ass. Steve rolls then dives on top of the ginger stud. Kid Kain tries to block, but it's 200-lbs of muscle flying at him. They topple backwards and Steve mounts the smaller stud.

Steve wraps his arms around Kid Kain's head, squeezing hard as he uses his weight to keep him down. The ginger stud pushes on Steve's body, but it's solid and heavy. The talented wrestler switches gears, bridging and rolling them over. With the blond muscleman on his back, Kid pulls his head free then pins Steve's wrists to the mat.

Kid Kain lies on the bigger muscleman. As Steve starts to fight to lift his arms, he forgets about his legs. The savvy ginger stud smartly works him into a grapevine, opening the rookie's legs out wide. Steve cries out and his arms go limp as his groin is stretched out again.

Steve yanks an arm free, but the heel is ready. He puts his forearm across Steve's fast, pinning it to the side. That distracts the rookie enough that Kid Kain can lock on an arm lock. He works the groin and arm hard. The blond muscleman moans as he's punished. His free hand is caressing Kid's side as the inexperienced hunk struggles on how to escape.

The rookie moans louder then suddenly, he taps Kid Kain's side. Steve submits to the double hold. When Kid lets up, the bigger muscleman looks exhausted. He's sweaty and breathing hard. He idly rubs his dominator's body as it lies on top of him, clearly moving from any idea of winning at wrestling. The heel doesn't seem to mind, letting the big blond muscleman worship him in defeat.

Fall #6

When Kid Kain slides off him, Steve continues to lie there. He starts massaging his groin. He's submitted three times to groin stretches and it looks like it's taking its toll on the blond muscleman. The rookie sits up, staring down at his sweat-soaked bulge. The Canadian stud adjusts his package and tests his legs. With a nod, he lifts his head then moves to rise.

While the blond hunk has been regrouping, Kid Kain has been pacing like a jungle cat behind him. It's like Steve's forgotten about him. Before the rookie can even get his ass off the mat, the ginger stud is on him from behind. He pulls on Steve's hair, yanking him backwards hard and fast. WHACK! The bigger hunk moans, obviously stunned by the impact.

Kid Kain drags the exhausted rookie to a seated position. He wraps his arm around Steve's neck and slaps on a perfect sleeper. The hot Canadian muscleman struggles in the hold, but he can't break it. The BIGBeast veteran tightens until his prey goes limp then eases up. Steve sputters and flails his arms. The bigger stud is conscious, but out of it, unable to even try to escape.

The heel goes back at it. He's such a pro. Kid could put the bigger guy out any time, but he works the drama, edging the blond stud slowly to the brink. Steve writhes in the hold. He gets weaker, his muscles sagging and his handsome face drooping as he's brought closer and closer to unconsciousness.

The hot new guy can't do anything. He's just Kid's plaything, same as he's been all match. It's obvious the more experienced stud has been working him since they met, but instead of just squashing him, he's dragged out the drama and made a better video. I love this guy. No wonder he's such a superstar.

When he's ready, Kid Kain squeezes harder, knocking Steve out completely. The stunning ginger stud releases the hold, letting the bigger muscleman collapse onto the mat. The winner slides over, planting his award-winning ass on the rookie's heaving chest. He flexes for the camera, his dominance on display as he shows off his perfect body.

I get great shots of the BIGBeast mega-stud as he enjoys sitting atop another conquest. When his victory celebration is done, Kid slaps Steve awake. The heel slithers forward, rubbing his bulge on the handsome hunk's face and grinding it for some added humiliation. Kid slides off completely then rises.

The Payback

Steve is groggy. Kid Kain grabs hold of his hair and leads the woozy muscleman to his feet. The smaller stud bends down then impressively lifts the 200-lbs of dazed muscle onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He walks to the dock with me trailing behind. I get some awesome shots of his back and his award-winning ass as he carries the limp carcass towards the water.

When he reaches the edge of the dock, Kid flips Steve over, sending him plunging into the lake. SPLASH! The hot new guy comes up sputtering, shaking out his head as he wakes up. Kid poses on the dock then walks off. Another victory, plus some added humiliation. Now I get it when Kid Kain said that he'd heard about Steve. Jimmy obviously directed this bit of action.

His job done, Kid heads off.

Once Kid is out of sight, I turn back to the rookie. He is lying in the water, face and chest up, just floating as he regains his composure. When he leans back, his yellow-wrapped bulge sticks out of the water like a shark's fin. Yum. I zoom in before he turns over and swims to the dock. Steve pulls himself up, his small yellow trunks sagging in front.

I pan up and down Steve's body as he lies on the dock, his feet dangling in the water. He's breathing hard and his tanned muscles look amazing, soaking in the bright summer sun. The wet trunks cling to every contour. After I get a view of every part of his body, I stop rolling, amazed at what a hot finish this was. I kneel down beside Steve.

I feel bad for Steve.

I ask, "You okay?" Steve nods. I tell him, "I have to go, but I'll see you tonight?"

Steve smiles, "Yep. First drink is on me."

I remind him, "Don't forget about Jimmy's chore list."

The 40-year old rookie holds up his right hand and shoots a middle finger towards the house. He shades his eyes, breathes in then calmly smiles at me, "If he asks, tell him I'm on it."

I smile back, "I just don't want you to get in any trouble."

"You're a little late for that, but I appreciate the thought."

I pat him on the chest. Fuck, that's solid. Steve's wrestling day might be over, but mine isn't. I've got to motor if I'm going to download this match then be ready for my next one. I take one last look at Steve's amazing body as he suns himself on the dock before I jog back to the main house. What a day.

The End