THE HIGH TABLE

DREAM BREAKER:

I’ve been fighting in these matches for a long time, maybe even too long, but the money I get paid for each match is astronomical. Behind the scenes, there aren’t your typical sponsors, instead, there are wealthy men who pay enormous sums just to get a private glimpse of a match between two adult fighters, fighters between whom there is genuine hatred but also an undeniable attraction. There are virtually no limits to the fight: combat, subjugation, humiliation, and blood, until one finally breaks and is forced to submit to the winner.

Tonight I would face a man whose reputation was immense. He is nearly the same size as me and known for his ruthless fighting style. I knew I wouldn’t have it easy tonight; the fight would be fierce and brutal. I took a deep breath and stepped into the ring under the spotlight as I heard the announcer proclaim my arrival. “In white compression shorts, here comes Dream Breaker, a 6’5” tall, 310-pound fighter,” the crowd shouted and chanted my name as I stepped into the ring to await my opponent’s arrival.

BYTE BEAST:

I’d been doing these underground matches for a while too. The money was insane, and I’d learned pretty quickly that the men paying for these private fights weren’t interested in clean wrestling. They wanted two big fighters who could genuinely push each other until things got rough and personal.Tonight I hadn't been told much about my opponent. Just that he was around my size, experienced, and had a reputation for being ruthless.Standing backstage, I heard the announcer introduce him.Dream Breaker. 6'5", 310 pounds.I watched him walk into the ring in his white compression shorts. Seeing him for the first time made me smile a little. Finally, they had actually found someone who wasn't smaller than me.Then my music hit.“And his opponent... BYTE BEAST! Standing 6'5" and weighing 310 pounds!”I walked out in my tight black fight shorts, looking straight at Dream Breaker as I headed toward the ring.I climbed through the ropes and stood in my corner, rolling my neck and shoulders while I looked him over.Same height. Same weight.Neither of us knew what the night was eventually going to become.Right now, there was only one thing on my mind.I wanted to find out whether Dream Breaker's reputation was real.

DREAM BREAKER:

As said, these fights have nothing to do with the usual wrestling matches. There are no bells announcing when the fight begins or a ref to interfere. The fight is over when one of the fighters is down or submits. As soon as you enter the arena, I strike my fighting stance, spread my legs open, and lift my arms to guard position as we begin to circle each other, trying to detect the smallest attempt of attack. I smirk as I look at your body. For the first time they found someone of my size. "Bring it on, boy," I hiss, trying to push you to make the first move.

BYTE BEAST:

I step into the open space and raise my hands as soon as I see you take your stance. I don't rush you. You're 6'5" and 310 pounds just like me, so charging in blindly would be stupid.I circle with you, watching your shoulders and hips instead of your eyes. I catch that smirk when you look me over.Boy?” I laugh under my breath. Alright, big man.You want me to attack first, and I know it.I suddenly step forward like I'm about to shoot for your legs, but stop halfway, just testing your reaction. I grin and bring my guard straight back up.Come on, Dream Breaker. You want Byte to make the first move?I move closer again.

DREAM BREAKER:

I react instantly as I see your foot moving, taking a sidestep, just to see you were only testing me. "Very clever move, pretty boy", I mock you as I follow your example, taking a step forward. All of a sudden I aim an uppercut into your jawline expecting you to dodge the move when my foot is already on the way into the side of your knee, trying to break your balance and take you down to the canvas.

BYTE BEAST:

I see the uppercut coming and jerk my head back, but I'm a little late. Your fist still clips my jaw hard enough to snap my head sideways.“Fuck!”Before I can fully reset, your foot slams into the side of my knee. My leg gives and I stumble down onto one knee, catching myself before I completely fall. Pain shoots through my leg and I grit my teeth, shaking my head to clear it. I grit my teeth, get both arms around your waist and force myself back upright. I try to haul your 310-pound body off the ground, turning you around against me as I fight to position you for an atomic drop.

DREAM BREAKER:

To be a big guy, you are also surprisingly fast when you get up again, and before I have time to ram my knee into your face, you lift my body up and spin it around, extending your knee between my legs. I can guess instantly what you are planning to do, since that is exactly the same I would have tried to do in your place. My balls getting crushed with my 310 lbs weight landing against your knee could end the fight before we even started it. I shove my elbow backwards, reaching your ribs on both sides, distracting your nasty plan just enough to make you release my hold of you. I place my hands down between my legs, on your extended knee, to absorb the impact as I fall down, jumping forward as I spin around and aim a roundhouse kick into your jawline. "You like my balls, princess?" I hiss as I take a step backwards to get some safe distance from you.

BYTE BEAST:

Both elbows slam into my ribs and I grunt hard, my arms opening before I can finish the atomic drop.I stumble back as you escape. I'm still hunched slightly from those shots when you turn and whip that roundhouse at me. I manage to bring one arm up, but not fast enough—the kick crashes through my guard and catches the side of my jaw anyway.My head snaps around and I stagger sideways, one hand touching the mat for a second before I force myself back up. My ears are ringing and my ribs fucking hurt now. Then I hear you. Youu like my balls, princess? I look back at you and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. You’ve created distance, so I don't stupidly rush straight into another kick. I move toward you behind a tight guard, then suddenly drop my level and shoot for both legs, driving my shoulder toward your abs and trying to put you on the canvas.If I get you down, I immediately try to stay attached and climb into top position rather than giving you room to get back up.Let’s see how much you talk down here.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your massive weight hits my body with full power, making me stumble backwards. Suddenly my legs are not touching the ground any longer when we both land on the ground making the entire canvas to shake violently. I spread my legs wide open coiling them around your legs to keep them tightly against the canvas as I wrap my arm around your neck compressing your face tightly beside my head, adding pressure on your throat with my other arm. "You look so pretty on top of me", I whisper.

BYTE BEAST:

The canvas shakes when we hit, and before I can settle on top, your legs clamp around mine and your arm snakes around my neck. My face gets crushed against the side of your head and I feel the pressure building around my throat. I don't pretend I'm comfortable I tuck my chin immediately and fight to keep enough space to breathe. Then I hear you whisper. You look so pretty on top of me.i reply.. Enjoy the view, asshole. I look more hot when I fuck your ass in this position. Instead of wasting strength trying to rip your arms apart, I plant my forearm across your upper chest and start driving my weight forward, trying to make enough room to pull my head free. I grind my teeth and keep working for that opening.

DREAM BREAKER:

I have a wide smile on my face; pity you cannot see it from your position. You are desperately trying to move your weight forward to get your head and neck free, but I have no intention of letting you go as I increase the pressure on your arteries trying to cut your blood flow into your brains. Your bulge is rubbing against my bulge, causing my cock to stiffen in my tight shorts. "I am sure you would like to see you fucking me, but it seems that is not going to happen," I chuckle and lick your earlobe.

BYTE BEAST:

Your grip tightens around my neck and I feel it right away. You lean in close and start whispering that filthy shit in my ear. I stop wasting energy trying to yank my head free. Our cocks are already hard and pressed together through the fabric, rubbing every time we shift. I grind my bulge hard against yours not just to get myself off, but to make you feel it too, that mix of pain and heat.I dig my hips to the side and throw my weight across you, forcing us into a roll. We tumble across the canvas, chests slamming together, both of us rock-hard and grinding the whole way. The roll breaks the angle of your choke. A little space opens around my neck. I wedge my hand inside your grip and fight to peel your arm back just enough to suck in air through clenched teeth.I’m glaring at you from inches away, breathing hard, our bodies still locked and rolling. The whole thing looks nasty as hell two sweaty, solid bodies fighting for position while our cocks keep rubbing the entire time.

DREAM BREAKER:

My cock is trying to squirm out of my shorts when I imagine how I soon would be fucking your muscular ass in front of the crowd. I can feel your struggles are getting weaker as your brain is getting without blood and your lungs without air. But my smile is wiped out of my face when you hit your bulge hard against mine. Your stiff cock hits my exposed nuts hard a few times in a row, making me lose my focus as we roll on the canvas. Your cock finally finds mine as they rub each other. I release my hold of your head and try to roll you until I get you under my body. I straddle you, placing my knees on your arms as I land my ass on your abs. "You are a tough man," I spit my words and send a blow into your exposed solar plexus. "But are you tough enough?" I smile, sending another blow into the same spot again.

BYTE BEAST:

I feel you trying to use the roll to climb over me, and I know if I end up flat on my back with your 310 pounds sitting on me. So my main goal is not to settle you.. While we're still rolling, I turn hard into you instead of letting you put my shoulders flat on the canvas. Before you can climb over and pin my arms, I turn straight into you and slam my forearm across your upper body, using it as a frame while we're still rolling. I'm not giving a 310-pound bastard the chance to settle comfortably on top of me. Then I drive off the canvas and twist hard with the scramble, trying to reverse the momentum and come up on top of you instead. I keep my face close to yours and grin...

DREAM BREAKER:

"You bastard, taste this!", I spit on you and hit my forehead into your handsome face so hard I feel a bit dazed myself too. I can feel your pretty nose flattening under my forehead, watching how your intentions to mount me are failing as I roll away from you and quickly bounce up from the ground onto my feet, right behind you, grabbing my aching nuts. I watch you slowly getting up too as I rush forward and lunge on top of your back pushing you down to the canvas again, straddling your back, and pinning you down. I try to grab your arms and pull them behind you, locking them together at your back, making half your upper-body lift up a bit... like in a camel clutch.

BYTE BEAST:

Your headbutt cracks into my face and sends me stumbling, my nose burning as my eyes water. I don't pretend that didn't hurt. By the time I clear my head, you've already rolled away and gotten back to your feet. I start pushing myself up—and hear you charging behind me. I don't even bother standing completely. As you lunge toward my back, I suddenly drop my weight and twist sideways, throwing my elbow and shoulder toward the canvas while reaching back for your arm, trying to use your own forward momentum to send you rolling past me instead of letting your full 310 pounds flatten me. “Not getting my back that fucking easy, Dream Breaker.” I immediately turn with the scramble, trying to stay facing you rather than giving you another clean shot at my back.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am confused when instead of landing on your wide back, my journey continues until I land on my stomach against the canvas. I roll fast on my back to be able to have you in my sight as I kip fast onto my knees. "Very clever move, Cinderella," I mock you as I surge forward, opening my arms and wrapping them around your waist as I hit my shoulders against your chest, trying to push you down onto your back.

BYTE BEAST:

I barely have time to react before your arms lock around my waist and your shoulder drives into my chest. I stumble backward, but I know exactly what you're trying to do.Before you can put me flat on my back, I immediately throw my legs back and drop my hips hard, leaning my chest down over your upper back to kill your forward drive. Nice fucking try ..don't just stay there holding you down. I quickly snake one arm around your head and neck and pull you tight against my side, trying to turn the failed tackle into a front headlock.

DREAM BREAKER:

As soon as I feel your arm snake around my head and neck, I don't let you settle the position. I shoot my right arm deep around your waist and clamp my hands together behind your back while driving up off my legs. I keep my head high and posture hard, preventing you from pulling my chin tight to your ribs. Instead of staying bent over, I step my outside leg forward and circle toward your trapped-arm side, forcing you to move with me. Using the momentum, I suddenly surge forward and to the side, shoving into your hips while yanking your waist toward me. The pressure breaks your angle and loosens the headlock. The moment I feel space, I pop my head free and immediately spin behind you, locking both arms around your midsection from the rear. My chest presses against your back as I drag you away from the front-headlock position and establish rear control. "Nice defense. My turn." Keeping my grip locked, I drive forward, forcing you to carry my weight while I look to set up the next takedown.

BYTE BEAST:

Your head slips free before I can tighten the hold, and suddenly you're behind me with both arms locked around my waist. I feel you driving forward, trying to take control before I can turn.. your turn? Don't get comfortable. I immediately drop my hips and widen my stance, making myself harder to lift while I grab at your locked hands around my waist. Then I suddenly drive my hips backward into you and twist hard to one side, trying to break your grip and turn back around before you can set up whatever you've got planned.I glance back at you with a grin.Come on, pretty boy. You got my back do something with it.? The moment we're face-to-face, I hook one arm underneath yours, wrap the other around your body and drive forward, trying to lift and turn you into a hard belly-to-belly suplex...

The crowd fucking erupts.Several men jump out of their seats while others hammer their fists against the barrier, screaming for us to keep going.

DREAM BREAKER:

"And here we fly again!", I say to myself as you throw me above you head far behind you. I land against the canvas with a loud thud as the air escapes from my lungs in one go. I shake my head, trying to recover from the impact as soon as possible. You have an arrogant look on your face, your cock rock hard, creating a massive tent in your black shorts. I get onto my knees and crawl closer to you shoving my arm hard between your legs crushing your huge balls with my big bicep. "How does that feel, sugar boy?"

BYTE BEAST:

The shot between my legs catches me completely off guard. AAARGH FUCKkkk My confident look disappears instantly. My knees buckle and I fold forward, grabbing at your arm on pure instinct while pain shoots through my stomach. For a second I can't even get a proper breath.I hear you call me sugar boy.Instead of backing away and giving you room, I clamp both hands around your arm and yank you toward me while you're still on your knees. At the same time I bring my other knee up toward your chest, trying to knock you backward before you can attack me there again.Around us, the rich spectators lose their minds. Some are laughing, others are standing and screaming at the ring, throwing fresh bets down as the fight gets dirtier.I stagger back afterward, still hurting, but keep my eyes locked on you. That one… I'm fucking remember bitch..

DREAM BREAKER:

I felt them, felt your heavy balls flattening under my bicep, and saw the instant reaction in your body. That made my cock spray precum in my shorts, but my joy didn't last for long when your powerful knee landed hard on my chest. I moan in pain and cough loudly when you finally let my arm free and knock me backwards. I can hear the crowd loves what they see, two big men trying to do their best to take the other one down. I can tell now that I am facing a tough fighter, probably one of the toughest I have ever met before. I get up to my feet again, rubbing my chest and arm after. The crowd wants the fight getting dirty, so let's make it dirty. I straighten my back, fill my lungs with air as I lower a bit my upper body, and rush to you, trying to spear your chest with my shoulders, pushing you against the ropes as my knee gets up, approaching fast your lower abs.

BYTE BEAST:

Your shoulder crashes into my chest and drives me backward. My back hits the ropes and they stretch behind me, but I see your knee coming up toward my stomach..I see your knee coming up . Not again fuckk..I'm still stunned from the spear, so there's no perfect counter. I instinctively turn my body and bring an arm down, trying to protect my lower stomach as much as I can.The crowd is fucking roaring now. A few of the rich guys are already on their feet, shouting for you to keep going while others scream my name, waiting to see if I can survive your momentum.I grit my teeth against the ropes and glare at you.

DREAM BREAKER:

For the first time I see something in your eyes. A doubt? Insecurity? I have no idea what it is, but the crowd has noticed the same thing. They want to see more brutality, blood, sweat, and man musk. You turn around as you protect your lower body. I look at your muscular butt for a moment as a big wide smirk is drawn on my face. You wanted to put my nuts in the atomic drop... Why not let you taste the same medicine? I shove my arm between your legs from behind, making sure your balls feel my forearm, as I wrap my other arm around your waist and lift your heavy body up in the air, all the way onto my shoulder. I hold you up for a moment, extend my knee, and drop you down, making sure your giant balls land on my hard knee.

BYTE BEAST:

The spear and your arms between my legs has me slow enough that i manage to get me up, and suddenly I'm hanging over your shoulder. The second I see that knee come out, I realize exactly what you're planning..I'm still hurting and your grip is tight. I start kicking my legs and twisting my hips violently while driving my elbow down toward your upper back, trying to make you lose control of me before you can drop me onto that knee...The rich bastards around the ring completely lose it when you lift me..

DREAM BREAKER:

"CRUSH HIS BALLS! CRUSH HIS BALLS!" the crowd is screaming, but your elbows do the job and I have no other option than to release you and let you fall down before I can end my atomic drop move. You land like a fucking cat on your feet in front of my. The crowd sighs disappointed. "You got lucky this time," I hiss as I kick into your back sending you reeling forward.

BYTE BEAST:

I land on my feet, but before I can properly, your kick slams hard into my back.. the impact sends me stumbling forward until I crash chest-first into the ropes. I grab the top rope with both hands to stop myself from going down and hang there for a second, breathing hard as the ropes shake underneath me.I hear you behind me. You got lucky this time. I slowly turn around against the ropes, rubbing my aching back as I look straight at you.I push myself off the ropes and come straight back at you, suddenly swinging a heavy clothesline toward your upper chest, trying to catch you before you can set yourself for another attack.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your massive arm lands hard on my upper chest, sending me stumbling backwards. I manage to stay on my feet, glaring at you, until I am able to stop the movement wrapping my arms around your head. I pull your handsome face into the crack between my pecs as I shove my knee between your legs trying to crush your huge balls. The crowd gets crazy. Some of them are standing and stroking their bulges

BYTE BEAST:

My clothesline catches you clean, but you somehow stay on your feet.Before I can pull my arm back, you grab my head and drag my face hard against your chest.Then I feel your knee coming up between my legs. Oh fuckkk..immediately clamp my thighs together around your rising leg, trying to stop that knee before it reaches to my balls.. but still the shot catches enough to make my whole body jerk and my arms tighten around your waist..The crowd fucking erupts when they see me hurt, screaming for you to do it again.For a second I stay folded against you, breathing through the pain. My arms around your waist..I try to lift your hips off the canvas. The moment I feel your feet leave the ground, I pull my head free, turn with you and drive forward, trying to bring you down flat on your back with a spinebuster.

DREAM BREAKER:

I land against the canvas, probably harder than ever before during this match since I get your heavy body landing on top of me, crushing my spine with all your weight against ground. The air escapes from my lungs again as I feel you moving on top of me. My automatic reaction is to lift my legs up and try to coil them around your waist, while my arm is already wrapping around your neck. I don´t think, I don´t plan it. Pulling your head closer to my I try to send a headbutt into your face.

BYTE BEAST:

I feel the spinebuster land clean and come down on top of you with it.Before I can even enjoy the impact, your legs start coming up around my waist and I feel your arm reaching around my neck.Before your legs can lock, I push myself upright and drive one knee between your thighs, forcing my hips forward and trying to climb higher over your body.Your arm is still reaching for my neck, so I catch it at the wrist and shove it down toward the canvas while I work my way up toward your chest.The crowd starts roaring when they see me trying to turn your desperate guard into a mount.I stare down at you, breathing hard...

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel you driving your knee between my thighs, rubbing my sore nuts, and I get kind of paralyzed, scared you will pay back my previous hits to your stones. But instead you break my guard, mounting me against the canvas. I struggle violently under your body trying to get you out of my body, but you are stubborn, trying to mount me as you reach for my hands. This is my only chance. I fold my legs and hook them under your chest. With all my might, I grab a tight hold of your arms before you have time to lock them and wrap my feet on both sides of your body and lift your heavy body up, pushing you away from my body down onto the canvas next to me. As soon as I am free, I roll away from you.

BYTE BEAST:

I feel your feet get underneath me, and before I can secure your arms, you explode upward. My balance disappears and I'm thrown sideways, hitting the canvas hard on my shoulder and back.I roll with the landing and immediately look over to see you scrambling away. I push myself onto one knee while you're creating distance. I'm pissed now, not because you escaped, but because every time I think I've got control, you find some annoying little way out.I get back to my feet and don't charge blindly after you this time. I stalk toward you, hands up, breathing hard, waiting until you turn back toward me.The rich bastards around the ring are loving it. Some are shouting BYTE, others DREAM BREAKER, while fresh bets are being thrown down because neither of us has managed to keep control for long.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes are scanning you from the head to toe. We both are covered with sweat and blood stains on our faces, but we are still there. None of us are ready to give up. The crowd is getting hornier, seeing two huge studs measuring each other, both of us having a notable bulge tenting between our legs. I have tried all kinds of tricks with you, but so far you have managed to survive all of them. I smile and wink my eye at you as all of a sudden I rush forward, lunge on, and wrap my arms around your upper thighs until I lift your heavy body a few inches from the canvas. You struggle like hell, hammering your elbows into my back as I carry you across the canvas and finally throw you down with a double-leg take-down against the floor.

I fall down with you. As soon as I land on top of you I try to slide behind your back and wrap my arm around your neck and my legs around your waist attempting to take you in RNC.

BYTE BEAST:

I see the wink and barely have time to react before you suddenly shoot in. Your arms lock around my thighs and you actually get me off the canvas. I hammer my elbows into your back, but you keep moving, and a second later you dump me hard onto the mat. The landing rattles me, and you come down right with me. I feel you immediately trying to slide around my side toward my back. I know exactly what you're hunting for. Before you can get completely behind me and lock your legs around my waist, I turn into you as hard as I can, keeping my back against the canvas instead of giving it to you. We're both scrambling now, slick with sweat, your arm reaching for my neck while I'm fighting to stay facing you. I shove my forearm against your shoulder, trying to create enough space to stop you getting behind me.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What is it Byte? “Are you pretending to be hard to get?" I chuckle as you push me away with your forearm. There is no way I can get you into rear naked choke since you keep your back tight against the canvas. I must think of something else, and I need to act fast. Once more I move forward, trying to surge on top of you as I drive my knee between your legs. The impact might not be too hard, but it is enough to give me time to straddle you as you turn on your side. Sitting on your side I send blows, lefts, and rights into your face and neck, into any part of your body I can reach with my fists.

BYTE BEAST:

You climb over me and suddenly your fists start flying.The first one cracks across my cheek and snaps my face sideways. Another catches me near the neck before I get both forearms up.I curl up and protect my head while you keep throwing. Some punches hit my guard, but a couple still get through. My lip is already bleeding and I can hear the rich crowd going insane, shouting for you to keep beating on me.But I don't just lie there taking it.I watch you through my guard.You throw another right.This time I catch your wrist with both hands and immediately pull your arm tight against my chest.“Got you.”Before you can rip it back, I bridge hard toward that side and twist underneath you, trying to knock you off balance and drag you down beside me.I don't release the arm.As we scramble, I clamp it against my chest and swing my leg across your upper body, trying to turn the whole thing into an armbar before you can pull free.The crowd suddenly changes from cheering your punches to screaming when they realize you're the one in danger now.Blood on my lip, breathing hard, I stare straight at you.

DREAM BREAKER:

As you swing for the armbar, I immediately lock my hands together and drive forward, stacking all my weight onto you before you can extend my arm. "You fucking bastard!" The pressure forces your knees toward your face, leaving your ass nicely exposed. I spin around your head, rip my elbow free, and crash back down on top of you, pinning your shoulders to the canvas. The crowd erupts as the armbar vanishes and the advantage swings right back to me. I grin through the blood on my lip. "Good try but not enough, Byte." Having you finally pinned under my body, I slide one of my hands backwards, between your legs, grabbing a your balls in a tight grip. I squeeze and twist them hard. "Submit, big man, or I will pop these orbs that make you a man," I hiss. The crowd goes crazy. Guys on the first row are now jerking off their cocks openly.

BYTE BEAST:

I roar and buck hard under you the second your hand clamps my balls. Pain shoots up my gut but I refuse to give in. I slam both fists into your ribs, then twist my hips sharp and roll us over, reversing the pin so I’m on top again.Your grip slips as I drive my forearm across your throat and dig my knee into your stomach.“Nice try, asshole,” I growl through bloody teeth, squeezing your neck. “You’re the one who’s gonna submit.”Crowd loses it.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes widen due to your surprising fast reaction. I am definitely facing a real experienced fighter. The crowd sighs loudly. As your forearm crushes into my throat, I tuck my chin and trap your wrist before the choke can settle in. At the same time, I hook your leg and buck my hips violently, making you lose your balance for an instant. I roll to my side, dump you off me, and come up behind you, locking my arm around your waist, reaching for your balls again. The crowd roars as I drive you face-first into the mat. "Not today, sexy" I snarl.

Wrapping my fingers tightly around your male orbs I start to crush them in my fist while pinning your waist against the canvas. "Submit and I will be gentle with you".

BYTE BEAST:

your arm locks around my waist and your hand reaches for my balls, I explode. I drive both elbows back hard into your ribs and twist violently, ripping free before you can crush them or pin me face-down. scramble up fast, spin around, and slam a heavy kick straight into your gut, folding you over.

DREAM BREAKER:

I have no other options than to release my hold of your waist and your masculine parts as your elbows hit my ribs. But I can tell one thing: I got you furious. You manage to get up onto your feet again. I follow your example trying to stand up too when I see your kick approaching fast. I try to dodge it wrapping my arms around it but you are faster. The kick lands hard against my gut making me groan loudly and fold forward as I stumble. If you are stubborn, so am I not releasing my arms from your legs but having my arms tightly wrapped around your ankle as I slolwly start to get up again. I lift your trapped leg higher, all the way until my armpit as I pull your body closer and aim a kick into your upper abs releasing my grip of your leg as I watch you folding, struggling to maintain your balance.

BYTE BEAST:

Your arms wrap my ankle and you try to lift my leg high. I don’t let you finish. I drop my weight hard, smash my free knee into your face, and rip the leg free before you can kick my abs.Blood sprays from your nose as I grab your hair, yank your head back, and drive a heavy punch straight into your gut. You fold.. see the opening the second you try to stand. I grab your head, jump high, and drop into a brutal RKO. Your face and neck smash hard into the canvas with a sickening thud.You bounce once, dazed, arms flopping

DREAM BREAKER:

As you jump for the RKO, I shove off the mat and twist sideways, turning the impact into a rough crash instead of a clean hit. The second we land, I roll free and spring up first. As you stumble to your feet, I drive my shoulder into your stomach, slam you onto the canvas, and mount you. A hard elbow crashes into your jaw before I trap your arm and wrench it into a painful armbar. "Nice try, pretty man" I growl, cranking back on the hold.

BYTE BEAST:

Your shoulder catches me in the stomach and drives me down hard. Before I can recover, you're already on top of me.Then your elbow cracks across my jaw. when you grab my arm and fall back for the armbar.The second I feel you trying to straighten my elbow, panic kicks in.The armbar starts to bite but I don’t let it lock. I bridge hard, slam my free fist into your face, and roll toward the trapped arm, breaking the hold before you can crank it fully.I scramble up, grab your head, and drive a knee straight into your gut. You fold. I follow you down, mount your chest, and pin both arms under my knees hard.

DREAM BREAKER:

As you pin my arms under your knees, I tuck my chin and buck my hips violently, throwing your balance forward. The moment your weight shifts, I yank one arm free and drive a sharp elbow into your ribs. As you recoil, I trap your leg, twist hard, and roll us over. I come up on top, hammer a punch into your jaw, and immediately lock in a tight head-and-arm choke before you can recover.

BYTE BEAST:

The choke tightens around my neck and arm. I can’t just slip out. I bridge hard off the mat, trying to create space, and dig my free hand under your wrist to peel the choke off my throat. At the same time I drive my knee up into your side, forcing your weight to shift. The second the pressure eases I roll toward the trapped arm and fight to reverse the position.I’m still under you, still fighting the choke

DREAM BREAKER:

The instant you bridge and start peeling at the choke, I switch tactics. Don't fight my roll; I release the choke and spread my weight across your chest, killing your momentum. As your knee drives into my side, I groan in pain but catch the leg under my arm and yank it off the mat. The roll stalls. I hammer a short elbow into your cheek and spin around your body, trapping the same leg. As you try to turn towards me, I hook your ankle and twist sharply into a heel hook. You feel a sharp pain in your knee and ankle as I crank back hard. "You're not getting out that easy," I say, tightening the submission. "But why should you, since you look so fucking sexy down there," I hiss.

BYTE BEAST:

My knee catches your side, but you grab the leg before I can pull it back. Your elbow cracks across my cheek and suddenly you're twisting onto my ankle. Pain shoots through my knee and I immediately turn with the pressure instead of fighting against it. I sit toward you and grab your hands, fighting your grip until I get enough space to pull my heel free. I roll away, get onto one knee and slowly stand, testing the sore leg.

DREAM BREAKER:

Once again, you prove your skill and break free from my grip just when I was sure I’d make you give in. I watch as you carefully rise to your feet, testing the strength of your knees. For a moment, I completely forget about the fight as I admire your body, that handsome face, your muscular buttocks, and the bulge rising in front. There’s movement between my legs again until I remember that the fight isn’t over yet. I shake the erotic thoughts out of my head and focus on the fight.

As I see you checking out your sore leg, I explode forward before you're fully balanced. I hook the injured leg with my arm and drive my shoulder into your hips, dumping you back to the mat. Before you can scramble away, I lace your legs and trap your arms underneath you, flattening you out. I place my forearm under your chin and lock my hands tight. You try to turn, but there's nowhere to go. The choke tightens with every second. I squeeze harder and whisper, "Tap."

BYTE BEAST:

Enjoying the view, Dream Breaker? I step toward you, still favoring the leg slightly, but keeping my hands high. Careful, pretty boy. Getting distracted by Byte is a dangerous habit.I give you a quick wink and settle back into my stance. I see you explode forward and immediately realize you're looking straight at my bad leg. Oh fuckkkk yank that leg backward and drop my hands as you shoot in. You still crash into me and knock me off balance, but you don't get the clean grip around my injured leg you wanted. I stumble sideways, catch myself, and immediately fire a short uppercut toward you while you're still low from the failed shot.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your uppercut tilts my head back, but I roll with it instead of retreating. The moment your weight shifts onto that injured leg, I whip a low kick into the side of your knee. The leg buckles. Before you can recover, I surge forward and drive a hard forearm into your chest, sending you crashing onto your back. I follow immediately, trapping your wrist against the mat and dropping a sharp knee across your ribs. "Still standing?" I smirk, tightening the pressure.

BYTE BEAST:

My uppercut snaps your head back, but you don't retreat. You roll with it and come straight back at me.Before I can reset, your low kick smashes into my already hurting knee. My leg buckles underneath me. I try to catch my balance, but your forearm crashes into my chest and sends me flat onto my back. You follow me down before I can move, pinning my wrist against the canvas. Then your knee slams across my ribs.Still standing? I glare up at you.I'm hurt and I'm not winning this position by lying underneath you. I shove at your knee with my free hand while violently pulling my trapped wrist back toward my chest, twisting onto my side until I finally get enough room to rip myself loose.I don't attack again.I roll straight toward the ropes, grab the bottom one and slide underneath it, dropping outside the ring to finally put some distance between us.The rich crowd erupts some booing because I've broken the action, others screaming at Dream Breaker to follow me outside. I lean against the apron for a moment, breathing hard, rubbing my ribs and carefully testing that bad knee.Then I look back into the ring at you and wipe the blood from my mouth.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Bytie, Bytie, Bytie. Why do you want to make this so difficult for both of us? Just one word from you, and we can both enjoy what we both want. Just admit it. You want me inside you, and I want you wrapped around me. Just one word, say it." I wave my fingers, showing you the sign to come back. "No more fight! Just close brotherhood," I wink my eye at you as I adjust my bulge.

BYTE BEAST:

stay outside the ropes for a second, breathing hard while you give me that little speech. Brotherhood? After everything you just tried on me? I wipe the blood from my lip and climb back onto the apron.You're right about one thing, man. There’s definitely something between us.I step through the ropes, eyes locked on yours...saw you adjust your bulge.. I too adjust my bulge...

DREAM BREAKER:

I stare at you, watching each of your expressions on your face as you adjust your bulge too. Something has changed; there is a clear change in you. I move very softly closer to you, maintaining our eye contact constantly. “Brotherhood, partnership, a kinship of souls, opposition, a desire for togetherness, or sexual desire? I don’t know for sure, but there’s a better way to find out than tearing each other apart.” I wrap my arms around your waist as if giving you a bear hug, but without squeezing you too tightly. Our bulges and pecs rub against each other as I squeeze you a little tighter, lifting your torso off the canvas. The crowd falls silent to watch us. “What do you say, Byte? War or peace?” I watch your eyes.

BYTE BEAST:

The moment your arms close around my waist, I wrap mine around yours too, pulling us into the same tight bearhug.For a second neither of us attacks. We're just staring at each other, chest to chest, our bulge are rubbing..while the whole crowd goes strangely quiet. Then I feel your grip tighten and your hips drop.I know you're about to lift me.Oh, so much for peace The instant my heels start getting light, I widen my stance and drop my hips, squeezing you tighter while driving my feet into the canvas. You manage to lift me slightly, but I fight the whole way, forcing my weight back down instead of letting you get me completely off the ground.I grin inches from your face.You tell man.. And I squeeze the bearhug tighter.

DREAM BREAKER:

Our bodies press against each other tighter and tighter. Despite all the blows and punches, we’re both still going strong. I squeeze your waist tighter and spread my legs wide, trapping your legs between mine. My fingers dig deep into your flesh as I smile at you from just a few inches away from your face. “Are you ready?” I ask in a low voice and stare at your handsome face.

BYTE BEAST:

I keep my arms locked around your waist as you squeeze tighter. When you spread your stance and trap my legs between yours, I immediately realize you're setting something up.I tighten my own bearhug and lower my center of gravity, resisting instead of waiting for you to make the first move.Our faces stay only inches apart.I give you a tired, dangerous grin.Man, I've been ready all night.I squeeze harder and stare straight back into your eyes.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your grip on my body is also getting tighter as I feel how you lower the center of your gravity, probably thinking I am trying to apply a belly-to-belly supplex. I answer to your grin, winking my eye at you as I slowly move, sneaking my feet right behind yours. "Byte, relax. I am not going to hurt you.. atleast not more than you could handle." Saying this I suddenly push you backwards, tackling you, knocking you onto your back on the ground as I fall on top of you. The impact is so powerful that it makes the entire canvas shake as if in an earthquake. I press your ankles against the canvas with my own feet, holding you in place while I continue to squeeze your torso with my arms. “Don’t you trust me?” I chuckle and lick your lips. The crowd bursts into roaring laughter as they continue to stroke their bulges.

BYTE BEAST:

My back slams into the canvas with you landing on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs. Before I can bring my legs underneath me, your feet are already controlling my ankles and your arms are still crushing me in that bearhug.Then you lick my lips.I stare at you for half a second, breathing hard.Trust you? You just tackled me while telling me to relax, asshole.I don't waste strength trying to throw you straight off. Since we're still locked chest-to-chest, our bulge are hard rubbing against eachother.. I tighten my own bearhug around your waist and suddenly bridge my hips while twisting hard to one side, we are rolling us over and over our chest and bulge are trying to dominate.. put you underneath me. The crowd erupts as we start fighting for the top position. I keep my eyes locked on yours.“Come on, man Let's see who ends up on top.”

DREAM BREAKER:

We roll and roll, across the canvas, each one of us trying to pin the other one against it. Suddenly I stop fighting the momentum and use it. The instant you try to come up on top, I hook your arm and shift my weight sharply. Your balance breaks. I surge through the scramble, turning the roll into a reversal and driving you flat onto your back. Before you can bridge again, I sprawl across your chest, trap one arm under my shoulder, and hook your leg high. The canvas shakes as I force your shoulders down. "Stay there handsome," I growl, tightening the pin while the crowd roars.

BYTE BEAST:

You spread across my chest, trap one arm and hook my leg before I can get my base underneath me.“Stay there, handsome.”I look up at you, breathing hard.Not happening man..Instead of repeatedly bridging against your weight, I turn sharply toward the arm you've trapped and kick my free leg against the canvas, trying to rotate my shoulder off the mat and ruin the pin. The moment I get onto my side, I drive my free forearm against your hip and start forcing space between us.The crowd gets louder as the pin begins turning into another ugly scramble.Want me to stay down?I keep fighting my way toward my knees.

DREAM BREAKER:

Both of us are soaked with sweat and blood, making our bodies slippery. You manage to break my pin, regaining space between us. I feel your muscles bulging, rubbing against mine as you eventually manage to get on your knees. You definitely have stamina, something I admire in any man, but especially in you. Most of the men would have been squirming around my cock a long time ago, but you are still fighting back. I get fast onto my knees too, sweating and horny as we stare at each other. Time to change the methods and fight dirty since I can't make you submit with my grappling skills. I lunge on top of you, sending your back against the canvas as I shove my knee between your legs, twice, and roll away from you to make some safe distance to you. The crowd gets wild.

BYTE BEAST:

My body folds immediately, and then you hit me again. I drop onto my side, both hands hitting the canvas while you roll away before I can get hold of you.The crowd fucking explodes. They’re screaming your name, laughing, banging against the barrier, loving every second of seeing Byte hurt.I stay down for a moment. Those shots landed and I'm not pretending otherwise.Then I look across the ring and see you getting back up.I slowly push onto one knee.“You dirty fucking bastard…”I force myself upright and start walking toward you. Not running. My body still hurts, but I'm pissed now.You raise your guard when I get close.I throw a hard punch into your stomach, trying to make you fold forward. The moment you bend toward me, I grab behind your head and pull you down, forcing your upper body between my legs.The noise around us suddenly changes.They know what I'm setting up.I wrap both arms tightly around your waist, bend my knees and start lifting you, fighting to bring your body up onto my shoulders.My teeth clench with the effort keep hauling you upward..

Tighten my grip, lift you higher and powerbomb you straight down onto the canvas. BOOM!  The ring shakes underneath us and the crowd completely loses it.I stay standing over you, chest heaving, staring down at you.

DREAM BREAKER:

The powerbomb slams the air out of my lungs, leaving me dizzy, but I can´t give up now, to let you win like this, so I force myself to keep moving. As you stand over me admiring the damage, I roll toward your legs and hook one ankle. With a hard yank, I pull your foot out from under you. You crash backward onto the canvas. Before you can sit up, I scramble on top, drive my shoulder across your chest, and trap both of your arms under my weight. Now it's your turn to be stuck on the mat.

BYTE BEAST:

stand over you after the powerbomb, breathing hard, watching you struggle to move.Then I see you suddenly roll toward my legs and reach for my ankle. yank that foot backward before you can secure it and immediately step around your reaching arms. You've barely recovered from the powerbomb, so I'm not giving you another clean scramble.I grab you around the upper body and drag you off the canvas just enough to turn you over.The crowd starts roaring when they realize I'm not backing away this time.I keep control, pull you into position and drive you back down with a hard German suplex, following through instead of standing around admiring it.I rise onto one knee beside you, breathing hard, eyes locked on you.

DREAM BREAKER:

The German suplex shakes me up, and for a moment I can do nothing but lie still and catch my breath. But when you get down on your knees beside me instead of continuing your attack, I see an opening. I turn toward you and land a short elbow strike to your ribs, forcing you to back off. I take advantage of that moment, get to my knees, and create a little space between us. I’m still in pain, but I raise my hands and turn toward you again. “It’s not over yet,” I mutter, and settle back into my fighting stance.

BYTE BEAST:

The elbow digs into my ribs. You immediately use that space to get onto your knees, but I see you trying to stand.step in before you can straighten up. I hook one arm around your upper body and the other behind your thigh, then turn my back toward you and drop my hips underneath your center.I pull you forward across me while driving up with my legs, rolling your body sideways until your stomach is stretched across both of my shoulders.I straighten up carefully, one arm controlling your leg and the other keeping your upper body from sliding off.The crowd realizes what I've done and starts roaring. spread my feet, bend my knees and lower myself into the first squat with you still across my shoulders. My legs strain as I drive myself upright again.I take a breath and go down again, keeping you balanced across my shoulders before forcing myself back up. tighten my grip, turn sharply and throw your body off my shoulders, driving you down onto your back with a hard slam.

DREAM BREAKER:

As you squat me across your shoulders, I know letting you complete the slam cleanly is a mistake. The instant you turn to throw me, I twist my hips and shift my weight to one side. Instead of crashing flat on my back, I roll through the impact and come up on one knee. The landing still hurts, but it keeps me moving. Before you can capitalize, I surge forward and drive my shoulder into your balls, forcing you backward. I wrap my arms around your waist and shove you into the canvas, landing on top in side control. I pin your near arm to the mat and settle my weight across your chest. "Still here, Byte" I say, catching my breath while tightening the hold.

BYTE BEAST:

The second you surge forward with your shoulder lowered, I step sharply backward instead of letting you crash into me. I guide your head downward as you come through, trapping it between my thighs before you can straighten back up. I clamp my legs around you and widen my stance, forcing you to fight from the bent-over position.The crowd instantly rises, realizing you've run straight into another setup.I reach down, wrap both arms around your waist and bend my knees.“You should've stayed down man..drive upward with my legs, trying to haul you off the canvas and bring you up into position for a powerbomb.The arena erupts. This time it's really a deadly powerbomb to finish you

DREAM BREAKER:

When you get my head trapped between your strong thighs, I get scared this might be it; you could actually finish me here. For a moment I consider tapping, but then my fighter spirit gets a boner. As you drive upward for the powerbomb, I react before you can fully lift me. I throw my weight to one side and hook my leg around yours, disrupting your balance. Instead of being launched cleanly, I slip off your shoulder and land beside you. The moment your footing falters, I spin behind you and lock my arm around your neck while trapping one of your arms. You try to turn, of course you do, but I drop my weight and tighten the hold. The crowd roars as you struggle for a few seconds, unable to break free. The choke gets tighter and tighter until I feel your struggles fading as I rub my hard bulge against your butt.

BYTE BEAST:

The moment you slip off my shoulder, I know the powerbomb is gone.Before I can turn, you're behind me. Your arm snakes around my neck while you trap one of mine, and then you drop your weight.The choke bites in hardI fight your arm, but this time you've got the angle. My breathing gets shorter and my movements start slowing. The crowd senses it and fucking erupts, convinced you're finally about to finish me.Then I feel you pressing against me and hear you breathing behind my ear.Instead of wasting the last of my strength pulling straight against the choke, I suddenly drop my hips and throw myself backward into you, trying to drive both of us hard onto the canvas and force you to absorb the landing underneath me.One desperate, brutal attempt to break your control.

DREAM BREAKER:

And there you go again. Just when I thought I got you, you manage to break my control. The moment you throw yourself backward, I see it coming. Instead of trying to hold you in place, I release the choke and shift to the side. You crash into the canvas hard, but I avoid taking the full impact underneath you. As you bounce off the mat and try to recover, I immediately move back on top, driving a forearm across your chest and pinning one of your arms to the canvas. My other hand hooks behind your head, keeping you grounded. I stay tight and heavy, forcing you to carry my weight while I regain control. "Good try," I mutter, settling into the dominant position. "Byte, submit sexy. I won't bite you Byte," I chuckle

BYTE BEAST:

Your forearm crushes across my chest and you pin my arm before I can recover.Then I hear you telling me to submit. I look straight at you and grin through heavy breaths.I plant my feet and bridge sharply while turning toward my trapped arm. Your balance shifts just enough for me to rip that arm underneath me and turn onto my side.But I don't crawl away.The second you try to settle back over me, I hook my arm around your waist, drive my knee underneath your body and keep turning until the scramble brings me on top. Before you can roll away, I grab around your upper body, haul you partly upright with me and pull your head underneath my arm. Then I drop backward, trying to spike the momentum into a hard DDT.

DREAM BREAKER:

The instant you pull my head under your arm for the DDT, I hook my leg around yours and drive forward instead of letting my momentum carry me down. Your attempt to fall backward stalls. As we hit the mat, I turn with the motion and slip my head free before the DDT can land cleanly. The second your grip loosens, I surge on top and trap your shoulders against the canvas. You try to buck me off, but I grapevine your legs and spread my weight across your chest, forcing you flat on your back. I grab your wrists and pin them to the mat. "Not this time, this time your ass belongs to me" I growl, tightening the pin as the crowd erupts.

BYTE BEAST:

Your DDT falls apart and suddenly you’re on top of me again, legs tangled with mine and both my wrists pinned against the canvas.Then I hear you growl that my ass belongs to you.I stare straight back at you.Keep dreaming, manThe rich crowd is completely divided now half screaming for Dream Breaker to finish me, the other half hammering the barrier and chanting byteI stop wasting energy bucking straight upward. I turn sharply toward one pinned wrist, bringing my shoulder off the canvas and forcing you to adjust with me. The instant your pressure shifts, I rip that arm inward and roll hard toward you, trying to turn the pin into another violent scramble.This time, the moment I get on top, I don't give you space.

DREAM BREAKER:

The moment you turn and rip your arm free, I feel the scramble coming. Instead of fighting to hold the pin, I shift with you and hook my leg around yours. As you surge on top, I trap one of your arms against my chest and roll through the momentum. Your attempt to smother me stalls as your balance breaks. We hit the canvas hard, but I come up on top. Before you can start another scramble, I slide behind you, lock my hands around your waist, and flatten you out on the mat. A sharp forearm presses across your upper back while I pin your shoulders down and force you to carry my weight. "Not this time," I mutter, tightening control and stopping the scramble before it starts

BYTE BEAST:

The moment you hook your leg around mine and trap my arm against your chest, I realize you're trying to use my own momentum to roll me again. As you turn into the roll, I stop driving forward and drop my hips. Instead of giving you the momentum you need to come up on top, I pull my trapped arm tight toward my body and plant my free hand against the canvas. Your reversal stalls halfway. We’re both tangled on our knees for a second. That’s my opening. I rip my leg out of your hook and immediately come up beside you. Before you can circle behind me, I slip one arm across your upper body and the other underneath your thigh, dip my hips and haul you sideways across my shoulders into a fireman’s carry. The crowd realizes your counter has finally failed and fucking erupts. Secure your leg and upper body, turn sharply and drop with you, sending you off my shoulders into a Death Valley Driver. The canvas shakes underneath us. I stay on one knee beside you, breathing hard. You’ve countered enough, man now it's over .

DREAM BREAKER:

The instant you turn for the Death Valley Driver, I shift my weight and hook an arm around your neck instead of fighting the lift. When you drop, I twist with the motion and avoid taking the full impact flat on my back. The landing still rattles me, but your focus on the slam leaves you kneeling beside me. Before you can rise, I wrap both arms around your waist and drive forward, knocking you onto your back. I follow immediately, trapping one arm under my chest and pinning your shoulders to the canvas. You try to buck free, but I spread my weight low and tighten the hold. "Not over yet, princess" I growl, forcing you flat as the crowd roars.

BYTE BEAST:

The Death Valley Driver doesn't land the way I wanted. You twist on the way down and roll through part of the impact. I'm still on one knee when your arms suddenly shoot around my waist. I feel you trying to drive through me. immediately sprawl my legs backward and drop my hips into you. Your drive still shoves me across the canvas, but you can't get underneath me enough to roll me onto my back.Now your head and shoulders are low against my body.That's where I attack. I wrap one arm underneath your neck and the other underneath your arm, lock my hands and drop my chest over your upper back, trapping you underneath me in a D’Arce choke setup. The crowd realizes your reversal has been stopped halfway and erupts. I squeeze and keep my hips away so you can't easily drive

 through me again. I lean close.

DREAM BREAKER:

The moment your arms lock for the D'Arce choke, I stop driving forward and drop to one hip before you can fully tighten it. As you sprawl back to keep pressure on my neck, I thread my free arm around your near leg and pull hard while turning toward you. Your base shifts unexpectedly. The choke loosens just enough. I explode upward, driving my shoulder into your chest and forcing you onto your back. Before you can re-lock the hold, I trap your wrist against the canvas and slide into side control. My forearm presses across your jaw while I settle my weight low across your torso, keeping your shoulders pinned. "You almost had it, now GIVE UP, sexy!" I mutter, tightening control as the crowd roars.

BYTE BEAST:

This time I know exactly what you're trying to steal.Before you can pull my base out, I yank that leg backward and abandon the D’Arce rather than stubbornly hanging onto a choke that's already slipping.Your counter has me off balance for a second, but you don't get the clean drive into my chest you wanted.As you start coming upward, I circle toward your back instead of staying directly in front of you. I catch you around the waist while you're still rising and pull you tight against me.The crowd realizes your reversal has been stopped halfway and erupts.I grin against your ear.You've countered me enough, man.. I drop my hips underneath yours and start lifting, setting you up for a German suplex before you can completely regain your stance. After german suplex, I quickly get up grab your white shirts rip from your.. as your big ass and cock now exposed to all the crowd..

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel the lift coming the instant your hips drop under me. “OH FUCK!” The German suplex lands hard, the crowd exploding as my shoulders and upper back crash into the mat. For a split second my vision blurs, but instinct takes over before you can capitalize. As you rush forward, I roll through the impact instead of staying flat, turning onto my side and scrambling to a knee. The moment you rip off my shorts violently, I catch your wrist with both hands and yank you forward. “Like what you see?” Using your own momentum, I pull you past me and drive my shoulder into your lower abs, forcing you off balance. I immediately wrap both arms around one of your legs and surge forward, pulling down your black trunk. I try to dump you onto your back and land in top control before you can recover our hard, naked cocks rubbing hungry against each other.

BYTE BEAST:

The German lands and I see you roll through it almost immediately.Still moving? Fucking hell…You catch my wrist and pull me forward. Your shoulder catches my lower stomach and knocks me off balance, then both your arms shoot around my leg.This time I don't let you finish the takedown.I hop once to keep my balance, then throw the trapped leg backward while dropping my hips onto your shoulders, forcing your head and upper body downward before you can drive through me.The crowd erupts when your takedown stalls.I immediately wrap an arm around your head, pull you underneath me and tighten the front headlock.

DREAM BREAKER:

You yank my head down into the front headlock and start tightening your grip, but I immediately drop to one knee to keep my balance instead of letting you snap me fully underneath you. My free hand shoots to your wrist, peeling at the lock before it gets tight. I drive forward hard, forcing my shoulder into your midsection and pushing you backward a step. As your weight shifts, I circle toward the outside of your trapped arm, slipping my head free before the choke can settle in. The crowd roars as I explode back to my feet. Without hesitation, I wrap both arms around your waist, lock my hands, and drive through you. I lift and twist, dumping you onto your back before following you down. The instant we hit the mat, I slide into side control and pin your near arm to the canvas. "Not this time," I growl, settling my weight across your chest and ramming my knee between your legs HARD. The crowd erupts.

BYTE BEAST:

The takedown catches me clean. My back hits the canvas and you’re straight on top of me. You pin one of my arms and land another dirty shot before I can settle.For a second, I’m stuck.Then I stop trying to push you straight off. I turn toward you, wrench my trapped arm back toward my body and use my free forearm against your hip. I keep twisting until I finally get my knee between us. shove hard and scramble up with you. I’m hurt, so it isn’t pretty, but I don’t give you time to reset. The moment you start standing, I grab you around the waist, pull you into me and drive forward. I get underneath your balance, lift and slam you flat onto the canvas with a hard spinebuster. The crowd jumps up, screaming as the ring shakes. This time I stay right over you. I wipe the blood from my mouth and stare down at you... Enough man no more chance for you

DREAM BREAKER:

You explode upward for the spinebuster, but at the last instant I hook my leg around yours and shift my hips sideways. Instead of landing flat, I roll with the impact and immediately trap one of your arms between us. The second we hit the canvas, I don't stay underneath. Using the trapped arm as a lever, I bridge hard, twist, and roll through. Your momentum works against you, carrying you over as I come up on top. The crowd goes crazy when the reversal succeeds. Before you can react, I grapevine both of your legs with mine and drive my chest across yours, spreading my weight through my hips and shoulders. One arm hooks behind your head while the other controls your trapped arm, leaving no space to turn or bridge. You buck once. Nothing moves. You try to twist free. My weight settles even heavier across your chest and shoulders. I keep your shoulders flat against the canvas, legs trapped, head controlled, and arm immobilized, a crushing pin with no opening to escape.

I look down at you and shake my head. “Perhaps one day, but not today, sexy.”

BYTE BEAST:

hit the canvas and suddenly you're on top of me, legs tangled with mine, one arm trapped and my head controlled. I buck once. I stop wasting energy trying to throw you straight off. I turn hard toward my trapped arm while dragging one knee inward, fighting your grapevine instead. The moment one leg slips loose, I plant that foot and bridge sideways, forcing you to post your hand to keep from rolling. That’s all I need. I rip my trapped arm toward my chest, turn onto my side and keep driving until the pin finally breaks. But I don't roll away. I come up with you in the scramble, grab around your waist and drive you backward before you can settle again. The crowd erupts as we're suddenly fighting for control again. I shove my forehead against yours, breathing hard. ”We’re finishing this fucking thing today.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your forehead smashes into mine, and the headbutt dazes me a bit. I stumble a step, blinking hard as the crowd erupts. But instead of backing off, I grab the back of your neck and pull you closer. I drive my knee into your thigh, killing your balance, then yank your head downward and hook my leg behind yours. I shove forward. We crash to the canvas. Before you can scramble free, I trap your arm under my body and slide across your chest, keeping my hips heavy and your shoulders flat on the mat. I glare down at you through the haze. “You wanted to finish this today?” I tighten the pin and settle my weight. “Then stay down.”

BYTE BEAST:

We crash onto the canvas and you immediately slide across me, trapping my arm and flattening my shoulders.I turn hard toward the trapped arm, pull my elbow toward my ribs and bring my free knee up against your hip. I shove with the knee while twisting my shoulders, finally creating enough space to rip the arm free.And this time I don't give you another reset.I scramble onto my knees with you, catch you around the waist as you're rising and drive upward, pulling you off balance and turning you across my body.The crowd jumps to its feet.I tighten my grip and drive you back toward the canvas with a spinebuster, following you down and staying on top.I glare down at you, chest heaving.

DREAM BREAKER:

As you lift for the spinebuster, I hook my leg around yours and turn my hips sideways, taking the force out of the slam. The moment we hit, I roll through instead of staying underneath. Your grip slips. I plant a hand on the canvas, shove you away with my shoulder, and spring back to my feet before you can follow up. The crowd erupts as I back away in a fighting stance, staring you down. “Still not enough, cutie? You want more... let me give you more," I have a wide grin on my face

BYTE BEAST:

My spinebuster fails again. Your leg hooks mine, you turn through the landing, and suddenly you're back on your feet while I'm still pushing myself up.I look across at that wide grin and shake my head. get one knee underneath me, then stand carefully. No charging straight at you this time. I bring my hands up and circle, watching your hips and legs after getting caught by the same counter twice.The crowd is roaring, waiting for one of us to commit.

DREAM BREAKER:

I keep my hands up and circle with you, breathing hard but smiling. Seeing you hesitate instead of charging tells me you've finally adjusted. “Smart,” I nod. “Took you long enough, Bytie boy.” I don't rush in either. I feint a step toward your lead leg, testing your reaction, then pull back. When your weight shifts for just a moment, I snap a quick jab toward your face, not to hurt you, but to make you react, and immediately angle off to my left. The crowd grows louder as neither of us gives the other an opening. I stay light on my feet, eyes locked on yours, waiting for the first real mistake. “Come on,” I say with a grin. “Show me something new.”

BYTE BEAST:

keep my guard high and watch the feint. Your jab clips my cheek, but this time I don't chase you when you angle away.I smile. step forward behind a quick jab of my own, then suddenly change levels and drive into your waist before you can circle away again. I lock my hands, lift and turn, dumping you hard onto the canvas with a high-impact takedown.The crowd explodes.I follow you down immediately no standing around, no giving you time to reset. I secure top position and start firing short, controlled strikes while you cover up, forcing you to defend instead of setting another reversal. When you turn to protect yourself, I take the opening, slide behind you and start working my arm underneath your chin for the rear-naked choke.I pull you tight against me as the crowd rises.You wanted something new, man..

DREAM BREAKER:

The moment you change levels, I sprawl hard, throwing my legs back and dropping my weight onto your shoulders before you can get a clean lift. Your takedown still drives me to the canvas, but not cleanly enough to keep control. As you start throwing short strikes, I stay tight, covering up and tying one of your arms against my body. When you move to take my back and slide your arm under my chin, I immediately tuck my chin down and grab your choking wrist with both hands. “Nope.” Before you can lock it in, I scoot my hips out to the side and turn sharply toward the choking arm, breaking the angle. Your grip loosens for a split second. That's all I need. I rip my head free, scramble to my feet, and back away into a fighting stance as the crowd erupts. “Better,” I grin. “That was something new.”

BYTE BEAST:

Your escape works. I don’t pretend otherwise. You rip your head free, scramble back to your feet, and grin at me, chest heaving. I slowly stand too, breathing hard, blood smeared across my mouth. I wipe it away with the back of my hand, eyes never leaving you. Then I close the distance. I drive my knee straight up into your balls full force, no mercy. The impact is sickening. Your body folds instantly as I crush them against your pelvis. A raw, broken sound tears out of your throat. Before you can drop, I wrap both arms around your waist, hoist you clean off the canvas, and slam you down onto my raised knee again. Your balls take the full weight of your body. The crowd erupts—half the arena roaring, the other half wincing and shouting “Ohhhhh shit!” as the second crush lands. I let you slide down just enough to free one hand, then lock my fingers around your crushed balls in a vicious grip. I squeeze hard twisting, crushing the already ruined flesh while I turn toward the crowd and hold them up for everyone to see. The arena explodes. People are on their feet, screaming, some covering their own crotches in pure second-hand agony, others chanting and laughing as I keep squeezing, showing off exactly how completely I’ve destroyed you. You hang there in my grip, legs trembling, face twisted in pure pain, completely at my mercy

DREAM BREAKER:

After the first blow to my knee, my world stops for a moment, and my mouth opens in a hoarse howl. My whole body feels paralyzed; I can’t move an inch. Then I feel pain spreading from between my legs throughout my entire body, through my lower abdomen, as you lift me into the air, performing a sort of inverted atomic drop. My 310 lbs of weight come crashing down on your knee, trapping my balls between your knee and my torso. I feel something snap inside my scrotum as I finally hit the ground, howling in pain like a wounded wolf. But you’re not content with just wounding me, you want to destroy those oval orbs that make me a man. Your hand clenches around my balls with a force that would shatter even steel. I feel the shape of my balls collapse into a heap inside my scrotum, my body bucking and convulsing in pain until I slam my palm against the canvas, barely conscious anymore. “I submit,” I whisper.

BYTE BEAST:

hear your palm slap the canvas.Then the words finally come.I submit.I freeze for a second, chest heaving, making sure I actually heard you.Then I immediately release you and rise slowly to my feet.The crowd absolutely erupts.Byte byte byteI stand over you, exhausted, bruised and covered in sweat, then raise both arms.I look down at you with a tired grin.That's all I wanted to hear, manI point at you.“You gave me one hell of a fight.”

The crowd gets wild.

DREAM BREAKER:

"FUCK HIM!, FINISH HIM!, RAPE HIM", they shout to you, some of them trying to enter into the arena with us. I breathe deep and crawl towards the door, seeing one of the organizers outside of the cage door shaking his head. "Nobody leaves the arena before the winner so decides." He has an evil grin on his face. I swallow deep, hearing your steps approaching behind me.

BYTE BEAST:

The crowd is completely out of control, screaming while you desperately crawl toward the ropes. I’m exhausted too, chest heaving after the fight, but I’m still standing. I walk up behind you, grab your ankle and pull you back toward the center of the ring.“Where the hell do you think you’re going? I already beat you.”I let your leg drop and plant my boot beside you, staring down at you while the crowd keeps roaring. I don’t need another move. The fight is already over. Tell me where I fuck you.. in front of this rich crowd.. or in backdoor only you and me .

DREAM BREAKER:

The crowd is out of control. They are trying to enter the arena. The security staff is doing their best to keep the horny guys outside. I turn to look at your face from the ground, barely conscious. "Please save me from further humiliation; do what you want in your locker room, Byte. Please."

BYTE BEAST:

I step forward aggressively and grab a thick fistful of your hair. Instead of pulling you up to your feet I start dragging your limp frame across the canvas like a slaughtered hog toward the edge of the ring. I roll down to the apron with you in tow then reach down grabbing your arm and hoist your entire dead weight up and over my broad shoulder. Your arms hang down my back while your legs drape across my powerful chest as I lock you securely in a fireman’s carry position. Cameramen swarming around us as bright flashes explode from every angle capturing the dominant image of me standing tall The wealthy crowd parts for me as I make my way out of the arena with you completely at my mercy heading straight for the private back room where the real claiming begins with no limits for the rest of the night.

DREAM BREAKER:

I hardly understand what is happening when you drag me across the canvas by my leg, my ass rubbing against the canvas, sweaty and bloodied, my bruised balls and my still semi-erect cock bouncing wildly between my legs. Finally, you lift me onto your shoulders, my cock rubbing against your thick pecs, my hands hanging almost on your buttocks. “I’ll get you back someday,” I mutter weakly as we leave the arena.

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