|Description||"Whatever It Takes!"
Zion Brown is 100% American Grade-A beef. Just a few months after completing his service with the best fighting force on the planet, Zion was uncertain about what to do with himself as he transitioned back to civilian life. Military trained in hand-to-hand combat, with a phenomenal physique carved out of MREs and a fanatical commitment to combat readiness, he is left with a wicked washboard, big juicy pecs, and a luscious, muscled ass. But aside from defending your country, what's an earnest, combat-trained, hardbodied hunk to do? Wrestle for BG East, that's what stacked young Zion was destined for next!
Zion requested a tryout with the Boss himself, but there's a chain of command at BG East. Woe to the handsome, hot rookie who tries to start at the top. The Boss tapped fellow member of the Kid-Club, his trusted lieutenant Kid Karisma to take a look at what Zion has to offer the company. Initiating a recruit fresh out of the service, hardwired to obey orders, and built like a Nubian god? Kid Karisma was donning fatigues and barking orders faster than a doe-eyed rookie could say, "Yes, sir!" Under initial interrogation, he demanded to know how much muscle stud Zion really wanted this shot at joining the BG East ranks. "More than anything, SIR!" the ripped rookie snapped to attention. "And what are you willing to do for it, private!?" Kid Karisma spat in his face. "Whatever it takes, SIR!"
Assigned to wear an extremely brief and patriotic pair of trunks, Zion preps for his tryout in the BG East gym, priming his pumped muscles to perfection. Kid Karisma arrives, barking with contempt "What do we have here?!" The Boss' charismatic Kid is stunningly shredded, wearing olive drab square cuts, Top Gun shades and a camouflage tactical vest. The interruption throws Zion off his rhythm at the pec deck. "I didn't tell you to stop!" Kid K barks like a drill sergeant. "Lift, lift, LIFT!!!"
You can almost hear Zion repeating over and over to himself the mantra, "Whatever it takes! Whatever it takes!" as Kid Karisma bullies and bosses him around the gym, turning a light workout into a brutal serving of hunk humiliation. "Private Parts," Kid Karisma smirks, clearly admiring Zion's incredible body, "that's what I'll call you!" Ordering "Private Parts" to drop and give him 10 push-ups, Kid Karisma plants one of his combat boots in the middle of Zion's wide upper back, forcing the fresh meat to work twice as hard. Quite literally, Kid Karisma says, "Jump!" and Zion Brown asks, "How high!?... SIR!" But the erotic hazing-in is just beginning, and the depths of Karisma's humiliating plan are only about to be plumbed...
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