Kid Karisma vs Zion Brown: “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…
Kid Karisma vs Zion Brown: Private Parts Climbs the Chain of Command
Ordering the impressively built recruit to the ring, he takes a short cut and wastes no time berating the rookie. “What time is it?! It doesn’t fucking matter ’cause you’re LATE!” he yells at the flustered young hunk. “Now flex for me!” Kid K demands, and earnestly obedient, Zion flashes his mountainous biceps and flexes his diamond carved abs proudly. “Not bad,” Kid K mutters, heaping on faint praise that the eager-to-please rookie soaks up like a sponge.
Dripping with condescension, Kid Karisma extends his arms and orders the new recruit to remove his better’s vest. The red-headed heel displays the legendary fitness and mouthwatering muscles that have earned him accolades, awards, and an army of amorous fans as he waits for the rookie to play valet. It appears Zion has joined this man’s army, unable to resist pausing mid-task to stroke Kid Karisma’s massive biceps and steal and indulgent squeeze of his superior’s awesome pecs. “Yeah, of course you feel me up. I don’t blame you,” Kid K magnanimously permits the newbie the thrill of a lifetime. But when Zion proceeds to toss his tactical vest unceremoniously into a corner, Kid Karisma quickly hits the end of his short fuse and opens up with a full frontal assault on the entirely shocked and awed newcomer.
Zion takes this beating like a seasoned pro, and the more discipline and punishment he soaks up, the more Kid Karisma wants to dish out. When forced to do sit-ups at Kid K’s feet, the recruit doesn’t need to be told twice to kiss Kid K’s crotch on the way up each and every time. When the rookie is tackled to the mat and schoolboy pinned beneath his flexing, preening opponent, Zion doesn’t miss the opportunity to dig his fingers deep and lustfully into Kid Karisma’ award winning ass. If there was any question whether this eager new recruit was ready for BG East’s special blend of wrestling eroticism, Zion’s full throttle enthusiasm for this muscle on muscle manhandling leaves no doubt. He was made for this!
While Karisma is on board with worship of his hot rocking body, he is also fully committed to carrying out the Boss’ orders. He nearly rips the rookie apart with full nelsons, body slams, and soul crushing body scissors. Trapping the handsome hunk’s skull in a standing headscissors, Kid K squeezes gallons of sweat and tears out of the recruit, even while landing stinging slaps to Private Parts’ bodacious butt. Hung out to dry in an inverted reverse bearhug, Zion discovers what it means to be entirely at the mercy of one of the baddest badasses at BG East.
The weaving of corporal punishment and carnal pleasure is electrifying to watch as these two incredible specimens of athleticism and physical beauty test the limits. Not an inch of Zion Brown’s beautiful body is left untested, and he literally goes face-first into every brutal humiliation that Kid Karisma can think of. “You said you’d do whatever it takes, right!?” Kid Karisma asks, having put the military stud through one of the harshest initiations on record. “Yes, SIR!” the destroyed but undaunted recruit bravely barks back. Kid Karisma drags his recruit from the sweat-soaked ring. “Well, let’s go find some soap!”