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Gabe tossed the crumpled bill onto the coffee table, the red PAST DUE stamp glaring up at him like a taunt. “Third notice, Hannah. Landlord’s gonna kick me out if I don’t cough up rent by Friday.” He slumped back into the sagging couch, the springs groaning under his weight. Sweat from his evening workout still clung to his skin.

Hannah barely glanced up from her phone, her ponytail swaying as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “So get a job, genius.”

Gabe scoffed, flexing his biceps. “Yeah, ’cause flipping burgers is gonna cover this shit.” He grabbed a half-empty protein shake and took a swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, I need something fast.”

Hannah’s thumbs paused over her screen. “Actually…” She chewed her lip, then turned the phone toward him. “Saw this online. Underground fight club. Big cash prizes.”

Gabe squinted at the neon-lit flyer on her screen:

🔥 CUM FOR THE CASH 🔥

Make your opponent cum THREE TIMES to win!

$10,000 PRIZE — Winner takes all!

Gabe burst out laughing. “What kinda pervy fight club is this?”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “It’s legit. Look.” She scrolled down, showing him a clip of some jacked dude writhing on a mat, his cock rock-hard while a chick in leather shorts rode him like a fucking bull. The crowd roared as the dude came for the third time, his head slamming back in defeat.

Gabe’s laughter died in his throat. “See?” Hannah smirked. “Not so funny now, huh?”

Gabe shifted. “So what, I just gotta pin some dude and make him nut? Easy.”

Hannah snorted. “Yeah, sure. Until you meet the champ.”

“Who, some muscle freak?”

“Worse.” She tapped the screen, pulling up a profile.

AMBER HEARTS — UNDEFEATED.

Gabe’s eyes locked onto the photo. Amber stood in the ring, her shoulder-length black hair streaked with red, dark eyes lined with smudged makeup, lips painted black. Her arms were crossed over a chest that could crush a watermelon, her E-cup tits barely contained in a ripped tank top. But it was the smirk that got him, sharp, knowing, like she’d already wrecked him in her head.

“Damn.” Gabe muttered before he could stop himself.

Hannah’s eyebrow arched. “She’s 6’0, built like a fucking tank, and, oh yeah, she’s got a dick.”

Gabe nearly choked on his shake. “Bullshit.”

“Twelve inches, grapefruit-sized balls, and she loves making straight boys tap out.” Hannah crossed her arms. “So yeah, Gabe. You sure you wanna sign up?”

Gabe stood, rolling his shoulders, his muscles flexing. “Pfft. I’ve pinned dudes twice my size in college wrestling. Some punk chick with a strap-on ain’t shit.”

Hannah’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not a strap-on, dumbass.”

“Whatever.” Gabe grabbed his phone, pulling up the sign-up page. “Ten grand, Hannah. Rent’s paid, we get ahead. Easy.”

Hannah hesitated, her fingers tapping the counter. “It’s degrading.”

Gabe smirked. “Not if I win.”

“You won’t.”

“Watch me.” His thumb hovered over the CONFIRM button. His heart pounded, not from fear, but from that stupid, cocky rush he always got before a match. The thrill of proving himself.

Hannah sighed. “Fine. But I’m not cleaning up your mess when she wrecks you.”

Gabe clicked the button. “Yeah, yeah. Just be in my corner and watch how I trounce that bitch?”

Hannah shook her head, but a smirk tugged at her lips. “Don’t cry to me when she’s got you screaming, dumbass.”

Gabe grinned, flexing again just to piss her off. “Yo, I’m gonna slam this Amber chick, take her cash, and be out before she even knows what hit her.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Famous last words.”

The confirmation email dinged on his phone. MATCH CONFIRMED: GABE MALONE vs. AMBER HEARTS — 48 HOURS.

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The basement fight arena was chaotic. Packed with a hundred screaming spectators under flickering LED strips that buzzed like angry wasps. The ring was just a padded mat with shitty ropes.

Gabe bounced on his toes in the red corner, his tight wrestling shorts leaving fuck-all to the imagination, his perky ass and 6-inch noodle outlined like a neon sign.

Across the ring, Amber strutted into the black corner like she owned the place, and judging by the crowd’s roar, she fucking did. Six feet of muscle wrapped in a black sports bra and shorts that barely contained her plump ass, her red highlights catching the light like bloodstains. Black lipstick, red eyeliner, and tongue piercing glinting as she smirked at him.

Amber’s hips swayed as she peeled off her sports bra, letting her tits spill free, pale, veined, and tipped with nipple bars that caught the light. The crowd howled. She licked her lips, the tongue piercing clicking against her teeth, and pointed at Gabe’s crotch. “Look at Little Miss Malone!” she sneered!

Gabe’s face burned. “Shut your fucking mouth!”

“Make bağcılar escort me.” she purred, rolling her shoulders. Her delts flexed like coiled snakes, sweat glistening in the hollow of her collarbone. “Oh wait, you can’t. You’re too busy staring at my dick.”

Hannah stood outside the ropes, arms crossed, her face pale. “Don’t let her get in your head.” She hissed at Gabe.

The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers: “Ladies, freaks, and fuckboys, welcome your Bulldog, Gabe ‘The Bitch’ Malone!”

The crowd booed.

“And herrrre’s the Cum Queen herself, Amber ‘The Throat-Wrecker’ Hearts!” The place exploded. Chants of “AM-BER! AM-BER!” rattled the walls.

Amber blew a kiss to the crowd, then turned her smirk to Gabe. “Ready to be my cumdump, princess?”

“Fuck you,” Gabe snarled.

~WHISTLE~

~WHISTLE~

Gabe lunged for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, locking onto Amber’s shoulders and pushing her back. She twisted, breaking his grip, and hooked his right thigh for a single-leg takedown, yanking him off balance.

Gabe hit the mat but rolled to his knees. Amber tried a waist hold, but he dodged and shot in for a double-leg takedown, wrapping his arms around her hips. She sprawled, pinning his shoulders. Gabe twisted out, grabbing her wrist for an arm drag that sent her stumbling. He lunged for a headlock, cranking her neck. Amber broke free with a hip thrust, spinning behind him to lock a rear waist hold. Gabe threw an elbow to her ribs, breaking free. She feinted a jab, then swept his legs with an ankle pick.

Gabe crashed to the mat. Amber pounced, straddling his chest, her thighs clamping his head in a seated headscissor. Her thighs were iron.

Gabe’s vision swam as she ground her crotch against his chin, her cock swelling against his throat.

“Aw, look at him blush!” She cooed, fingers knotting in his hair. “You love this, don’t you? Being smothered by a real woman’s legs?”

“N-No…”

She flexed, cutting off his air. Spots danced in his eyes as her musk flooded his senses, sweet, musky, addictive. Her voice dropped to a growl. “Suck my dick, Bulldog. Maybe I’ll let you breathe.” She cooed, yanking down her shorts. Her 12-inch fagmaker sprang free, slapping Gabe’s face with a wet thwack, precum already dribbling onto his skin.

The crowd lost it. Phones flashed, capturing every inch of her monstrous cock, a throbbing, veined beast that curved upward, glistening with pre. Gabe gagged as she slapped it against his cheek, the sting mixing with the salt of his sweat. “Taste it.” She ordered, smearing precum across his lips.

Hannah’s scream cut through the noise. “GABE, STOP!”

Amber laughed, grinding her hips. “Too late, sweetheart.”

Hannah shrieked. “GABE, WHAT THE FUCK…!!”

Amber ignored her, gripping Gabe’s hair and shoving her buttslayer past his lips. “Swallow my fagmaker, princess. Show the crowd how you worship~”

Gabe’s jaw strained as she forced herself deeper, her cockhead bulging his throat. Tears streamed down his face as she fucked his mouth in slow, sadistic thrusts. “That’s it.” Amber moaned, rolling her hips. “Take it like the bitch you are.”

The crowd’s chants morphed into a rhythmic “SWALLOW! SWALLOW!” as Amber’s balls slapped his chin. Gabe’s hands scrabbled at her thighs, but she just tightened the headscissor, his vision darkening. “Pathetic.” She spat. “Can’t even handle a real woman’s dick.”

Gabe gagged, tears streaming as her manwrecker plunged down his throat, bulging his neck. Her musk, salty, raw, unfiltered, flooded his nose, her balls pressing against his chin. She rolled her hips, face-fucking him with slow, brutal thrusts, her tongue piercing clicking against her teeth as she moaned. “You’re mine now.” She growled, yanking his head forward. His nose buried in her pubes, the coarse hair tickling his nostrils. “Breathe me in, faggot!” She eased her cock out with a wet pop, letting him gasp for air, then shoved two fingers into his mouth. “Suck,” she ordered. “Show them how hungry you are.”

Whimpers escaped him as he obeyed, his tongue lapping at her digits. The crowd erupted. Hannah screamed, but her voice was drowned out by chants of “SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!”

“Fuck!! Get that shit away from me!” Gabe choked, his words garbled as Amber pulled her fingers free and gripped her cock, slamming it back past his lips.

Amber’s free hand roamed, stroking his trapped fagstick through his shorts, her thumb rubbing the leaking tip. “Your little dick’s dripping for me, Bulldog.”

“You… you’re a monster!” Gabe rasped, but his hips bucked into her hand.

Amber laughed, ripping his shorts open with a single tug. His cock sprang free, red and twitching. “Aww,” she mocked, giving it a condescending pat. “It’s so cute when it’s hard. Like a fucking clit.”

“Stop–“

“Make me.” She wrapped her hand around his shaft, squeezing until he yelped. “Beg for mercy, Bulldog. Maybe I’ll let you cum.” Amber gripped Gabe’s right thigh, yanking bahçelievler escort it upward toward her shoulder, spreading his legs wide and tilting his pelvis to expose one plump buttock. She ripped his shorts down with her other hand, his cock springing free and his boy pussy winking open.

~SMACK!~

Her palm left a red welt on his upturned cheek. “Look at this bubble butt! Bet it’s never even been touched.” Her finger circled his boy pussy, slick with his own sweat.

“Mmm, gonna wreck this virgin hole next, baby.”

The crowd surged forward, phones zooming in on his exposed hole. Amber spat on her fingers, lubing his entrance with a cruel slowness.

“Please…” Gabe whispered, but his body betrayed him, his hips pushing back against her touch.

“Please what?” she taunted, driving a finger knuckle-deep. “Please fuck me, Amber? Please wreck my ass?”

He nodded, shame burning his cheeks. “Y-Yes…”

“Louder.”

“PLEASE STOP!”

Amber just laughed as she withdrew her finger, slick with his sweat, and sucked it clean. “Looks like I need to break you some more first.” Her hand returned to his cock, stroking him with relentless precision while her other hand slid back, a finger teasing his slick boy pussy.

Gabe’s cock pulsed, his protests turning into broken whimpers as she stroked him faster, her finger circling his hole, dipping in just enough to make him squirm. “Beg for it, faggot.” Amber growled, pulling her cock out just enough to let him gasp. “Want my cock back in your throat, or my fingers deeper in your ass?”

“Get off me you bitch!” His voice was wrecked, his lips swollen, spit and pre-cum smeared across his face.

“Wrong answer.” She slammed her cock back in, her cockhead punching his uvula. Gabe’s body convulsed, his dick spurting pre onto her fist as her finger pressed deeper into his hole. “You cum now.”She hissed. “Or I’ll fist your ass in front of everyone. Understood?”

He choked on her cock, unable to move, tears mixing with her precum messing his face. “Lap up my ball goo, slut!” She snarled, slamming back in. Her hips pistoned, her thighs flexing around his skull, cutting off his air as she fucked his face raw, her hand pumping his cock and her finger curling inside his ass.

Gabe’s vision blurred, his dick throbbing in her grip. He was gonna cum, fuck, he was gonna cum from getting throat-fucked, stroked, and fingered in front of a hundred people.

Hannah’s face twisted. “Gabe, you’re a fucking embarrassment! Get up or I’m out!”

Amber’s rhythm faltered as she neared her own edge.”Gonna fill your belly, bitch.” She panted, her voice cracking. “Gonna make you my personal cum toilet.”

Gabe’s orgasm coiled, unstoppable. He came with a silent scream, ropes of cum splattering Amber’s hand and dripping onto his belly, his hips bucking like a bitch in heat. Amber’s cock erupted, flooding his throat with thick, bitter cream. He swallowed reflexively, her seed burning his insides.

Amber’s breath hitched. “Uuurgh!! TAKE IT, BITCH!” She pulled her cock free mid-climax, ropes of thick seedbrew blasting across Gabe’s face, lips, cheeks, eyes. The heat was scalding, the taste bitter-salty, flooding his mouth as he swallowed on reflex.

Amber milked him through it, her hand a vise on his cock. “Look at him!” She crowed, yanking his head back to display his cum-glazed face.

“King of the simps!”

Amber released the hold with a wet pop, her cock glistening with spit and cum as she stood over Gabe’s wrecked body. “Damn, Bulldog. You came from getting your throat demolished?” She wiped her fuckpole on his cheek, smearing her load. “Guess we know what you really are now.”

Gabe lay there panting, face coated in her spunkbrew, his chest heaving. The crowd roared, phones flashing, capturing every humiliating second. And worst of all? His dick twitched again.

She slapped his face with her cock. “Clean It.” She ordered.

Gabe obeyed, tongue lapping at her shaft, her musk branding his soul.

Amber smirked, licking her lips. “Round two’s gonna be even better, bitch.”

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Gabe stood in his corner, cum-soaked shorts sagging off his hips. Amber lounged against the ropes in the opposite corner, smirking at the sweaty unnerved wrestler. Hannah’s glared at Gabe, all pretense of support dropped, her face set as if her mind was already made.

“Ready to tap again, pretty boy?” Amber purred, sauntering over to taunt Gabe, rolling her shoulders, the barbell in her tongue glinting. She hooked a thumb under her waistband, teasing the swollen outline of her cock straining against her shorts.

“Or you wanna keep pretending you’re not gagging for Amber junior!?” She licked her lips, eyes raking his trembling thighs. “C’mon, Gabey, I saw you staring at my bulge during warm-ups. Watched you slobber over it when I fucked your throat! Bet your boycunt’s been drippin’ since then!”

Gabe spat on the mat, fists shaking. “Fuck şirinevler escort you bitch. I’ll snap you in half this time.” The memory of her fingers teasing his entrance in the last round flashed through him, his hole clenching reflexively. God, not again, he thought.

The whistle screeched.

Gabe lunged like a rabid pitbull, diving for Amber’s waist. His nostrils flared at her pheromone dump, body spray undercut by raw, musky testosterone. Fuck, she’s juicing. Her heat seared his palms as he grappled her midsection, her abs flexing like steel cables under sweat-slick skin. His arms locked around her core, muscles bulging as he hoisted her up for a suplex, his move, his signature, but Amber’s legs scissored around his torso mid-air, her hips twisting like a fucking eel.

“Missed me, muscle-twink?” She sneered, her breath hot and sour. Her crotch ground into his navel, the heat of her cock branding him through fabric. She slipped free, landing behind him with a predator’s grace. “Cute try, princess.”

Before he could pivot, her arms snaked under his pits, locking his skull in a brutal full nelson. Her biceps flexed, veins popping like ropes as she cranked his neck back. “Mmm, there’s that pretty throat.” She growled, her bulge drilling into his asscrack. “Does it remember its cock maste?”

His back arched against her chest, her bulge grinding into his asscrack through her shorts. “Mmm, feel that?” She hissed, hips thrusting forward, the thick outline of her cockhead denting his fuckpit.

The crowd roared as precum soaked through her shorts, gluing the fabric to her tip.

“Feel that, whore?” She shoved her spit-slick tongue into his ear, biting the lobe. “That’s your new alarm clock. Gonna wake this hungry hole up real good.”

“Get–urk–off me!” Gabe thrashed, veins popping in his neck, but Amber’s thighs clamped around his waist, her biceps flexing as she cranked the hold tighter. Her sweat dripped onto his collarbone, salty and bitter, as she humped his ass in slow, grinding circles.

“Look at him squirm!” Someone jeered.

“Like a bitch in heat!” Laughter erupted as Gabe’s cock jerked, leaking inside his shorts.

Amber’s laugh was velvet wrapped in razors. “Hear that, Gabe? They know what you are.” She released one arm to grope his pec, thumb flicking his nipple hard. “Should’ve stayed in the closet, Barbie. Now the whole school’s gonna watch my dick ruin your cunt!” She dropped to her knees, dragging him down with her, his ass slamming onto her thighs. “Oops.” She cooed, spanking his left cheek. “Forgot you’re into public play.” One hand tore at his shorts, the fabric ripping like paper, exposing his pert, hairless cheeks to the humid air. “Fuck, look at this meal.” She growled, smacking his left globe hard enough to leave a handprint. “Begging for a tongue baptism.” Her thumb spread his cheeks, the cold air hitting his hole. “Pucker up, sweetheart, time for your close-up.”

“Don’t you fucking–AHH!”

Her tongue stabbed into his hole without warning, the cold metal of her piercing raking his rim. Gabe’s back bowed, a broken moan tearing loose as she lapped at his boy pussy like a starved wolf.

“Ngh–s-stop! Fuck!” His cock jerked, drooling pre onto the mat, betraying him. Amber moaned, nose-deep in his crack.

“Pathetic.” She pulled back, spit stringing from her lips to his quivering hole. “Wanna hear a secret?” She slapped his ass, the crack echoing. “Hannah begged me to wreck you. Said you’ve got the stamina of a geriatric nun.”

“STOP!!” He screamed!

She shoved two fingers into his mouth, making him gag on her leathery scent. “Suck, bitch.” She ordered, thrusting deeper. “Clean ’em good for your enema.”

His cock jerked, hips bucking as her other hand circled his rim.

“There we go.” She crooned. “Take my fingers.” Her free hand spanked his ass again, the crack echoing off concrete walls. “C’mon, Hannah! Get a clip of your man’s O-face! Bet it’ll trend!”

Hannah’s voice cut through the noise like a shiv. “You’re a disgrace, Gabe! Moaning like a backalley whore!” She stormed closer, her stilettos cracking against the mat. “I’ve seen corpses with more dignity!”

Stung by his girlfriend’s words, Gabe threw all his effort and managed to break free from Amber’s hold, hastily putting some distance between Amber and himself. His lungs burned, thighs trembling as he scrambled backward. “Fuck you, Amber! I’m not…”

“Not what?” She interrupted, stalking forward. “Not a cocksleeve? Not a cumdump?”

She fake-pouted. “Then why’s your asshole winking at me?”

The crowd howled as Gabe’s hole spasmed visibly. Gabe tottered back to his feet, legs jelly, turning to face her. His twinky muscled 6’0″ frame drenched in sweat, skin flushed in embarrassment; Hannah’s words carving trenches in his chest. “Not yet. Not like this…” He muttered, fingernails digging into his palms.

He lunged, a wild haymaker aimed at Amber’s smirk. She nimbly stepped aside, caught his arm, grabbed him behind the neck bending him forward, and flung him into the mat, in a sweaty moaning heap his ass in the air.

“A for effort, F-minus for execution.” She sneered. Amber cracked her neck, stepping over Gabe’s trembling form. “Time to finish what I started, twink. Gonna make you beg to be my cumdump.” She squatted over his face, her shorts peeling down to reveal her thick, veiny cock. “Open wide, Barbie.”

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