“You really thought you could beat me?” Marcus sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he loomed over Brent, who was sprawled on the mat, gasping for air. The crowd roared, a cacophony of jeers and cheers echoing through the arena. Brent’s face was twisted in pain, his once-cocky demeanor shattered. Marcus leaned down, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph. “You’re not just a loser, Brent. You’re a fool.”Brent’s chest heaved as he tried to sit up, but Marcus planted a heavy foot on his chest, pinning him down. “You made the wager,” Marcus continued, his voice low and dangerous. “You raised the stakes. And now… you’re going to pay. What idiot risks his family?!” He glanced over at the corner of the ring where Brent’s fiancé, Samantha, stood, her face pale and her hands clutching the ropes. She looked terrified, but there was something else in her eyes—something that Marcus recognized immediately. Curiosity.Marcus straightened up, his muscular frame towering over Brent like a predator over its prey. He turned to face the crowd, raising his arms in victory. The cheers grew louder, the energy in the arena electric. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Marcus bellowed, his voice booming through the speakers. “Tonight, we witness the fall of a man who thought he could challenge me. Tonight, we witness the consequences of his arrogance.”The crowd erupted, their excitement palpable. Marcus turned back to Brent, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You wagered your fiancé, your sister, and your mother,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You thought you couldn’t lose. But you were wrong.” He leaned down again, his face inches from Brent’s. “Now, they’re mine. And I’m going to fuck them—one by one.”The arena erupted into chaos as Marcus stepped away from Brent and turned his attention to Samantha. She was trembling, her blonde hair disheveled, her big blue eyes wide with fear. But as Marcus approached, she didn’t run. She just stood there, her breath coming in shallow gasps.“Samantha,” Marcus said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Come here, babe.”She hesitated, her hands still gripping the ropes. He’s so big, she thought, her eyes raking over his muscular frame. So powerful. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite herself, she felt a flicker of something deep inside her—something she didn’t want to admit. Lust.Marcus removed his gloves and wraps and then reached out, his hand brushing against her arm. The contact raising goosebumps on her tan skin. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “This was your fiancé’s choice. Not yours. I'll be gentle and I promise... You'll enjoy.”Samantha’s breath hitched as Marcus pulled her gently but firmly into the center of the ring. The crowd was on their feet, chanting Marcus’s name, their cheers echoing in her ears. She could feel Brent’s eyes on her, but she didn’t look back. She couldn’t. All she could see was Marcus—his dark eyes, his chiseled jaw, his powerful black body.Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let me show you what a real man feels like,” he whispered, his voice sending a wave of heat through her body. She could feel his breath on her skin, and despite her fear, she couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.He stepped back, his eyes locking onto hers as he slowly began to undress. The crowd roared as he flexed his muscular chest, his abs rippling with every movement. Samantha’s eyes widened as he reached for his waist, tugging at the waistband of his trunks. She couldn’t look away as he slid his gear off, revealing his massive and dark circumcised cock. So big, she thought, her mind reeling. So… perfect.Marcus stepped forward, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his heat, his strength, and she couldn’t help but lean into him as the crowd cheered. Her hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest. He was solid—like a statue carved from the finest marble. And yet, he was warm, alive, and so undeniably male... A physical specimen without equal.“Sammy, love,” Marcus said, his voice a low rumble that made her heart race. “You see this big dick here? This is for you, babe. I'm gonna make you scream my name.”She gasped as his hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her, hard and insistent. Her mind was racing, torn between fear and desire. But as Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, she felt herself giving in.“Say it,” Marcus whispered, his voice commanding. “Say you’re mine.”Samantha’s breath hitched as she looked up into his eyes. She could see the fire burning within him, the hunger, the need. And she realized, with a start, that she wanted it too. She wanted him, but she couldn't let him know that... Not yet.“I… I can't... please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Marcus smiled, a wicked grin that made her heart skip a beat. “It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, promise,” he said, his voice filled with dark promise. “I know it's big, but we'll go slow, no need to rush. Besides, I want to savor you.”The crowd roared as Marcus lifted Samantha into his arms, his strength making her feel weightless. He carried her to the ropes, her back pressed against the turnbuckle as he positioned himself between her legs. Samantha’s heart was pounding, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She could feel the rough ropes digging into her back, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was Marcus—his hands, his lips, his cock.“Are you ready?” Marcus asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.Samantha nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could feel the heat building inside her, the anticipation, the need. Marcus leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body melting into his.“Good,” Marcus whispered against her lips. “Because I’m not going to stop until you're begging for this nut.”Marcus’ lips curved into a predatory grin as his hands moved to the hem of Samantha’s top. The crowd’s cheers crescendoed, their anticipation palpable. With a deliberate slowness, he peeled the fabric away, revealing her smooth, tan skin. Samantha’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Marcus traced a finger along the edge of her bra, teasing before unclasping it with a practiced ease. The crowd roared louder, their eyes glued to the stunning blonde being bared before them.Samantha’s cheeks flushed, but something unexpected stirred within her. The way the crowd watched her, the way Marcus’ eyes burned, it ignited a thrill she hadn’t known she possessed. Her fears momentarily dissolved into a heady mix of desire and something wilder—exhibitionism. She straightened slightly, her trembling hands letting go of the ropes as if daring herself to embrace the moment.Marcus noticed the shift, his smile widening. “That’s it, babe,” he murmured, his rough hands sliding to her waistband. He hooked his thumbs into the fabric of her shorts and panties, slowly dragging them down her hips and legs. The crowd erupted as her perfect form was fully revealed, their cheers echoing through the arena.Samantha’s heart raced, her body hot with a mix of shame and exhilaration. She leaned back against the turnbuckle, her hands instinctively covering herself, but Marcus shook his head. “No, let them see your beauty,” he commanded, his voice low and firm. He gently tugged her hands away, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and yet radiant in her nakedness.The spotlight seemed to intensify, highlighting every curve, every dip of her body. Samantha’s breath came in shallow gasps, her skin tingling under the weight of thousands of gazes. She could feel the heat in Marcus’ stare, the hunger in his touch, and it fueled her own desire. She found herself arching subtly, as if instinctively inviting their attention—and Marcus’ approval.“That’s my girl,” Marcus rumbled, his hands sliding possessively up her thighs, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re fucking perfect, Samantha. And everyone here knows it. And tonight, they're all going to watch you cum on my black cock.”Samantha moaned softly, her head falling back as Marcus claimed her neck, his dominance and the crowd’s fervor pulling her deeper into the intoxicating moment.

Marcus defeated Brent in a match and made a bet, claiming rights to Brent’s family. He turned his attention to Brent’s fiancé, Samantha, seducing and undressing her in the ring while the crowd cheered. Marcus prepared to dominate her publicly, showcasing his overwhelming strength and control.

“You really thought you could beat me?” Marcus sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he loomed over Brent, who was sprawled on the mat, gasping for air. The crowd roared, a cacophony of jeers and cheers echoing through the arena. Brent’s face was twisted in pain, his once-cocky demeanor shattered. Marcus leaned down, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph. “You’re not just a loser, Brent. You’re a fool.”

Brent’s chest heaved as he tried to sit up, but Marcus planted a heavy foot on his chest, pinning him down. “You made the wager,” Marcus continued, his voice low and dangerous. “You raised the stakes. And now… you’re going to pay. What idiot risks his family?!” He glanced over at the corner of the ring where Brent’s fiancé, Samantha, stood, her face pale and her hands clutching the ropes. She looked terrified, but there was something else in her eyes—something that Marcus recognized immediately. Curiosity.

Marcus straightened up, his muscular frame towering over Brent like a predator over its prey. He turned to face the crowd, raising his arms in victory. The cheers grew louder, the energy in the arena electric. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Marcus bellowed, his voice booming through the speakers. “Tonight, we witness the fall of a man who thought he could challenge me. Tonight, we witness the consequences of his arrogance.”

The crowd erupted, their excitement palpable. Marcus turned back to Brent, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You wagered your fiancé, your sister, and your mother,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You thought you couldn’t lose. But you were wrong.” He leaned down again, his face inches from Brent’s. “Now, they’re mine. And I’m going to fuck them—one by one.”

The arena erupted into chaos as Marcus stepped away from Brent and turned his attention to Samantha. She was trembling, her blonde hair disheveled, her big blue eyes wide with fear. But as Marcus approached, she didn’t run. She just stood there, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Samantha,” Marcus said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Come here, babe.”

She hesitated, her hands still gripping the ropes. He’s so big, she thought, her eyes raking over his muscular frame. So powerful. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite herself, she felt a flicker of something deep inside her—something she didn’t want to admit. Lust.

Marcus removed his gloves and wraps and then reached out, his hand brushing against her arm. The contact raising goosebumps on her tan skin. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “This was your fiancé’s choice. Not yours. I'll be gentle and I promise... You'll enjoy.”

Samantha’s breath hitched as Marcus pulled her gently but firmly into the center of the ring. The crowd was on their feet, chanting Marcus’s name, their cheers echoing in her ears. She could feel Brent’s eyes on her, but she didn’t look back. She couldn’t. All she could see was Marcus—his dark eyes, his chiseled jaw, his powerful black body.

Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let me show you what a real man feels like,” he whispered, his voice sending a wave of heat through her body. She could feel his breath on her skin, and despite her fear, she couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.

He stepped back, his eyes locking onto hers as he slowly began to undress. The crowd roared as he flexed his muscular chest, his abs rippling with every movement. Samantha’s eyes widened as he reached for his waist, tugging at the waistband of his trunks. She couldn’t look away as he slid his gear off, revealing his massive and dark circumcised cock. So big, she thought, her mind reeling. So… perfect.

Marcus stepped forward, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his heat, his strength, and she couldn’t help but lean into him as the crowd cheered. Her hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest. He was solid—like a statue carved from the finest marble. And yet, he was warm, alive, and so undeniably male... A physical specimen without equal.

“Sammy, love,” Marcus said, his voice a low rumble that made her heart race. “You see this big dick here? This is for you, babe. I'm gonna make you scream my name.”

She gasped as his hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her, hard and insistent. Her mind was racing, torn between fear and desire. But as Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, she felt herself giving in.

“Say it,” Marcus whispered, his voice commanding. “Say you’re mine.”

Samantha’s breath hitched as she looked up into his eyes. She could see the fire burning within him, the hunger, the need. And she realized, with a start, that she wanted it too. She wanted him, but she couldn't let him know that... Not yet.

“I… I can't... please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Marcus smiled, a wicked grin that made her heart skip a beat. “It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, promise,” he said, his voice filled with dark promise. “I know it's big, but we'll go slow, no need to rush. Besides, I want to savor you.”

The crowd roared as Marcus lifted Samantha into his arms, his strength making her feel weightless. He carried her to the ropes, her back pressed against the turnbuckle as he positioned himself between her legs. Samantha’s heart was pounding, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She could feel the rough ropes digging into her back, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was Marcus—his hands, his lips, his cock.

“Are you ready?” Marcus asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Samantha nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could feel the heat building inside her, the anticipation, the need. Marcus leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body melting into his.

“Good,” Marcus whispered against her lips. “Because I’m not going to stop until you're begging for this nut.”

Marcus’ lips curved into a predatory grin as his hands moved to the hem of Samantha’s top. The crowd’s cheers crescendoed, their anticipation palpable. With a deliberate slowness, he peeled the fabric away, revealing her smooth, tan skin. Samantha’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Marcus traced a finger along the edge of her bra, teasing before unclasping it with a practiced ease. The crowd roared louder, their eyes glued to the stunning blonde being bared before them.

Samantha’s cheeks flushed, but something unexpected stirred within her. The way the crowd watched her, the way Marcus’ eyes burned, it ignited a thrill she hadn’t known she possessed. Her fears momentarily dissolved into a heady mix of desire and something wilder—exhibitionism. She straightened slightly, her trembling hands letting go of the ropes as if daring herself to embrace the moment.

Marcus noticed the shift, his smile widening. “That’s it, babe,” he murmured, his rough hands sliding to her waistband. He hooked his thumbs into the fabric of her shorts and panties, slowly dragging them down her hips and legs. The crowd erupted as her perfect form was fully revealed, their cheers echoing through the arena.

Samantha’s heart raced, her body hot with a mix of shame and exhilaration. She leaned back against the turnbuckle, her hands instinctively covering herself, but Marcus shook his head. “No, let them see your beauty,” he commanded, his voice low and firm. He gently tugged her hands away, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and yet radiant in her nakedness.

The spotlight seemed to intensify, highlighting every curve, every dip of her body. Samantha’s breath came in shallow gasps, her skin tingling under the weight of thousands of gazes. She could feel the heat in Marcus’ stare, the hunger in his touch, and it fueled her own desire. She found herself arching subtly, as if instinctively inviting their attention—and Marcus’ approval.

“That’s my girl,” Marcus rumbled, his hands sliding possessively up her thighs, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re fucking perfect, Samantha. And everyone here knows it. And tonight, they're all going to watch you cum on my black cock.”

Samantha moaned softly, her head falling back as Marcus claimed her neck, his dominance and the crowd’s fervor pulling her deeper into the intoxicating moment.

Marcus was a dominant force in and out of the ring. His opponents had always been cautious of fights with him knowing how steep the stakes would be. But that didn't stop a smug, privileged white guy, Brent, from doing the unthinkable. His wager was way too high, so high he thought he couldn't lose. Until he did, pitifully. Now, Brent has to pay up live. The wager: his fiance (Samantha), his sister (Alex), his mother (Susan) and Marcus got to choose the stipulation, which was naturally going to be... Breed! 
In the second chapter, Samantha is claimed on the ropes as the crowd cheers. 
In the third chapter, Alex submits as she's taken from behind. 
In chapter four, Susan, defiant as ever, does her best to keep from enjoying the champion but she surrenders too, begging to feel his manhood throb in her depths, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. 
With all three women thoroughly pleasured, Marcus surveys the landscape of his handiwork and taunts the broken Brent before exiting the ring with the women in tow. 

A Champion's Breed

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