Bulls and Wrestlers: Unmasking Desires

The night was smooth and cool like a damp sheet. The kind of night that brought out the best in Bull. The sort of night that called for a ride. The kind of night...

"Como se dice, 'the right kind of night?'" Bull asked Primo, as he was polishing his bike.

"For what?" asked Primo, wiping down a weight bench with gym towels.

Bull walked over to him, "For a ride."

Primo laughed, "I thought you already said that."

Bull nodded, "Ahhh so I did." He turned back to the bike and slid his hands up his thighs. "So you think it's gonna be a good night for riding?"

Primo smiled at him knowingly, "The only good night is when your on top of me."

Bull blushed, but then looked around at the empty gym before snapping back to Primo, "By myself?"

Primo shook his head, "No no no. I meant on the bike."

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The first time Bull saw Primo perform was in Barcelona. He'd been sent there to negotiate an alliance between the two gangs who shared turf in Marrakesh and Madrid. Bull had seen plenty of impressive performers; even himself--but he'd never seen anything like this before. When Bull met Primo backstage after the show, they hit it off immediately; soon they were inseparable among other things... But maybe too inseparable. Whenever Bull would leave for a business trip or to settle disputes in the north, Primo always wanted to go along with him--especially if it wasn't just business. And these trips eventually got pretty long--almost a month one time! So finally Bull told him he could only go if he quit wrestling and started training to work in his diner instead. Primo agreed and within days had learned how to cook just as well as he could wrestle. Soon afterward, he became Bull's co-owner and chief cook for their chain of diners across central Africa: Bulls Diner--a name that everyone loved especially Primo since it gave him ample opportunity to joke about their partnership with the rest of the gang which only made them love him more!

One night while working late alone at their most successful diner in Brazzaville (or Brazzaville diner #8 as they called it) Bull heard something outside and peered through a window to see two men trying to break into his register drawer... Quickly he grabbed a baseball bat from behind the counter and went outside to confront them... With one swing he knocked them both unconscious and dragged them inside... Then using some washing machine detergent and a plunger he stripped off their clothes revealing white underclothes underneath... Which surprised him until he remembered that white was now considered lucky in certain parts of eastern Africa... So he dressed them up in chef coats from the kitchen and laid them on his grill where they remained until morning... Watching over them all night was one of those nights when Primo felt lucky too so after warming up some tortillas for breakfast (tortillas which Bull had also stolen from Mexico) they spent most of the day making love on the grill--until finally taking care of the customers who showed up later that evening!

For months afterward people kept telling them that their burgers tasted different than usual--so finally one day they decided to investigate further... They arrived at the grill around four AM intending to check things out while everyone was asleep but instead found themselves watching two men roasting on their grill with tortillas nearby... Suddenly they realized what had happened and began trying to figure out what they should do next--until suddenly one guy began coughing causing flames to shoot out of his mouth... That's when they decided it might be best if they took off!

So many years later after opening new diners across Spain and Morocco, they were sitting outside one evening enjoying each other's company thinking about how strange it was how things sometimes worked out when suddenly someone quietly sat down next to them... It was Victor from Madrid--sent by Maria because she wanted some time alone with her husband--but when she arrived she saw Victor sitting there talking with Primo so she decided not to interrupt!

After exchanging pleasantries for a few minutes Victor looked over at Bull who happened to be staring out toward the horizon... Victor couldn't help noticing how much smaller he seemed compared to Primo sitting next to him who seemed so much more powerful somehow! But then something else caught his attention--something that wasn't there before: A small piece of twine tied around their wrists which held together by another piece tied around their elbows..."What's this?" Victor asked curiously pointing at it."Oh!" said Bull turning toward him with surprise,"it's nothing really..."He looked over at Primo for help but seeing as how he appeared lost too he figured it would be best if he just explain himself."Well..." continued Bull,"that day we cooked those