But no matter how beautiful the facade of the school is, the Fighter's Law will find a way to pervade it, as it does with every facet of human life.Th...e Fighter's Law dictates that when two combatants are locked in combat, that the winner of the fight becomes the owner of the loser. Simple, easy, and clean. Just winners, losers, owners, and slaves. It's a wonder how something so simple fucked everything up so royally.The Fighter's Law was an edict declared by the God of Conquest, whether it was. Troy had been sitting with his back up against a tree and he said he was not moving. I too had discovered that my body was quite exhausted. I discovered that I needed to force myself to complete the tasks that were required to be done. I quickly realized that I had been using some new muscles that normally didn't see much action.Just as we getting ready to go to into the tent, I saw Bud run off into the woods. After a few mumbled words under my breath, I told Troy to go ahead and get ready for. It wasn't what I expected. It was just guy after guy, no faces. They were naked, some jerked off till climax, some stood there with there hard long sticks talking about what they were looking for. There was one guy, who was reasonably fit, he had a nice six pack, a thick veiny cock, he was smooth all over except for the thick dark bush above his amazing rod. He talked calmly about his preferences....he liked younger, fit, smooth slender guys. He talked about his experience with new guys and how. "I'm coming." He listened for more, but there was nothing. His coach would be mad, and he might be off the team, but he turned and ran. Fortunately they didn't warm up wearing sprigs.He made it in seven minutes. Shahia met him at the door, handing him another letter. Then she collapsed into his arms crying.This letter was the Department of Immigration and Citizenship. In dry, official bureaucratic English the letter informed her that the Victorian Department of Human Services had referred her.