This
is not made for TV. This is the raw,
brutal underground of no-holds-barred combat.
Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain I inflict on those
who dare enter. In the cage, I never had
to worry about anyone but myself. When
she started standing outside of it, everything changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the
glory – I had to fight for her.
She walked around me like a cat with a single finger
stroking over my shoulders and neck. She
ran her fingernails lightly over the tribal tattoos covering my back, and then
dipped the tips of her fingers into my emerald green trunks. With still slow movements, she checked all
around the hem of my shorts.
The thought was to verify the fighters didn’t have anything
hard, sharp, or hidden inside, but in reality it was nothing more than foreplay
for the audience. Classical
conditioning. They were drooling now, and
they’d all orgasm by the time the fight was over. I eyed her with a cocky half grin as she
finished it off by running her hand over my dick, much to the pleasure of the
crowd.
Coming in July for all brave, trusting souls.