Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago
I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those
who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!
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Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
The auditions were going on. We had already seen two fights: Clay, a very attractive model, had been defeated by Romani Milosh, who had managed to reduce his handsome opponent to a sobbing mess. Len, a quiet guy who seemed to lack any feelings or emotions, had won his fight against Francis.
Today, young Irishman Cillian would face Omar, a Middle Eastern guy with black hair all over his body.
Omar was 24 years old, one year older than Cillian. He was taller and had a bulkier body than his opponent. He was wearing black jeans and a green t-shirt, with a pair of shiny black leather shoes on his feet.
My cameraman Chad was standing behind the camera.
Cillian and Omar were looking at each other.
“You know each other, right?” I said.
The both nodded.
“We met when that obnoxious boy with the sunglasses was here”, Ian said with a thick Irish accent.
I smiled. “Xander.”
Cillian nodded. He had short red hair, an attractive face and a friendly smile. “Quite a show…”
Omar chuckled and adjusted his crotch in his black jeans.
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