[SS-015] Sparring

[SPARRING]

Fidel is now at the peek of his Taekwondo career. He was his country's bet for a sure gold in the nearing world olympic games. 

However, he needed more funds to support his travel and accommodation needs. His PR manager decided to hold a public training and sparring event. The manager invited media people to feature it in print, broadcast and online platforms. This is to invite more sponsors for his upcoming games.

Hours before the event, the media coverage staff have been patiently waiting inside the dojo for the Taekwondo superstar. Potential sponsors, which comprised of rich gay men, were also anticipating to meet the handsome and lean athlete in the flesh.

The PR Manager spoke with Fidel before he went out for the cameras, "this is your big chance to get money to chase your dream of getting the gold."

"I'm nervous," Fidel admitted.

"You just have to impress them with your skills," said the manager. Then he took a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on the taekwondo uniform, "you have to smell nice for your sponsors."

When the strong smell reached his nostrils, Fidel felt a quick blunt pain in the head. However, he felt more relaxed and less inhibited. The manager lead him to the training area. 

His spectators applauded as he walked in. Cameras started flashing. He started doing his martial arts moves passionately and energetically in front of his audience. He was punching and kicking so fast and so strong that he was perspiring very profusely.

"Take your uniform off, taekwondo boy!" shouted one man from the audience.

He meekly obeyed the command. He untied his black belt and skinned off his white robe. He pulled down his white pants and revealed a skimpy white underwear, barely concealing his already hard and leaking dick.

He continued his martial arts moves, making his cock and ass jiggle, to the delight of his spectators.

While Fidel mindlessly continued his practice, and his spectators feasted upon his sweaty body, the PR manager was already going around the richer sector of the audience, offering the clueless athlete to the highest bidder.

Later, when the inhalant takes full effect, Fidel's ass would be claimed, and he would enjoy it.