Guillaume is crushed. He’s in love with his sparring partner Dimitri and he knows Dimitri feels the same way. The problem is Dimitri can’t admit it. He barely admits it to himself. But Dimitri goes out prowling the streets fucking strangers to deny it. Bastian knows something has to be done. Everything is riding on this championship. Losing is not an option. He recruits one of Guillaume’s groupies, a cute Columbian gay boy who thinks his favorite fighter is a God. All Guillaume cares about is the fact that Milo has a deep throat, a tight ass, and he never yells stop when his fighter God grabs him by the throat and fucks him to hell and back. Milo drained his balls, but can he mend the fighter’s broken heart?
