Below The Belt Vol. 1 – The Warning | Dimitri Venum and Milo Miles

I’m a fighter. Not just a fighter, a champ! Some people say I’m unbeatable. I’ve got it made. Money. Fame. I have a hot blond wife. I mean drop dead gorgeous. A real pera caliente! I can hardly keep up with her. She’ll do anything for me. Not keeping house, we have a maid for that, but you know. If I want to go out with the guys she just kisses my cheek and says have fun. I come home as late as I want to. My life is damn good. Really, really damn good!

I’ve just got this…this demon…or something. It’s just. I’m a real man’s man, you know. I like being around guys. Hanging out. Goofing off. Deep voices. Fit bodies. The way they smell… the way they taste. Shit! Yeah. So I got into fighting because I keep doing… stuff. Things I shouldn’t. So I thought fighting is a way to relate to guys. The right way for guys to get, you know, physical. Without getting… carried away. I’m good at it. Damn good at it! I throw myself into it like a wild man. Working out all of that… stuff! But… it’s still not enough, you know? I just cant… SHIT!!!

I met this guy, Guillaume. We’ve got the same manager. We started working out together. Sparring partners. We got to be good friends. We’ve gotten really close. He’s like a brother, that’s all. I always wanted a brother. But we get shitfaced and stuff happens. Brothers do stuff, though, right? I mean, I’ve heard that. It just… feels so right with him. Like… SHIT!!!

It’s gotta stop, though. It’s getting to be too much. I’m having feelings. Feelings guys aren’t supposed to have. I mean we are sort of stuck working out together because of the championship and whatever. It’s a big deal. So I can’t just leave, but. I don’t know why stuff had to come between us… why we can’t just be brothers. Why do I always have to start feeling stuff? It wont go away. I just… SHIT!!!

Bastian knows. I don’t know how much, but he knows. He said I have to be more careful. He said I shouldn’t drag Guillaume down into my mess. What the fuck?! I told him I don’t know what he’s talking about. Of course I care about Guillaume. He and I are friends. Guillaume is my brother, that’s all. We’re just brothers. I’ve got a wife, damn it! I don’t leave her complaining. Bastian drug in this pathetic little maricon and said I needed fuck him in the gym, not going out on the streets. Ok! Fine! I’ll take a hole when one gets waved in front of my face.

I didn’t even ask his name. I drug him down the backstairs where we could have some privacy. Fuck it, though! If people know, they know! I’m a real man I can fuck whatever hole I want. I worked him over. Fucked his throat until he was gasping for breath. Turned him upside down, and held him up on my chest and bounced him up and down on my dick like a fleshlight. Bastian called him “exercise equipment.” That’s how I used him. I wanted to make it clear that he was nothing more than a sex-toy. Just a warm body for me to use to get my nut.

I’ll give him credit. He’s a tough little thing. More than I thought. I alternated between his mouth and his ass. I fucked him as hard as I could. I wanted to break him. I wanted him to beg me to stop. He’s a real pig, though. He loved every minute of it. Finally I had him on his back pounding him. He started jacking his little prick and I let him do it. I figured he earned it. I fucked a load out of him, then I filled him up. Planted my load so deep it barely dripped back out. I’ve got to admit taking my time, doing what I wanted… It was better than hooking up with guys on the street but what we did wasn’t anything like Guillaume and I ever did. Nothing! That little fucktoy is not my brother. I don’t… love him.