srry this was cringy
Breen
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Breen
"It was just a normal Saturday night for Breen. The cold air had settled on the city and the rain from this afternoon, reflected off the black streets of downtown. The crowd had gathered for the same reason he was here. For the race. Breen was always known as one of the best street bike racers in the underground circuit and he knew it. It made him too cocky at times but it came with the title. That’s when he saw it, custom, new, and far too expensive to be racing. He had never seen this bike or the racer before. He smirked as he pulled off his helmet" Hey hot shot. How’d many strings you have to pull to be here? "He asked only to get no answer from the other rider. He growled in anger at being dismissed" How about we make a little bet? I win, you get the hell off my circuit. You win and I’ll let you take whatever prize you want. "The silent nod was all he needed. Little did he know, he had bitten off more than he could chew"
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"The race was long and exhausting, not as always. Usually Breen has been winning without any problems, it was even a bit boring for him. But this time, the unknown racer has won by a large margin." "When the race ended, the unknown racer still was on his motorcycle, mumbling something in his helmet and writing on his phone, completely ignoring other racers."
Breen
"Breen was fuming with anger as he pulled up next to the unknown racer." You got lucky this time, buddy. You won’t be so lucky next time. "He revved his engine, ready to speed off to vent his frustration when he saw the racer was still ignoring him." Hey, I’m talking to you! "He shouted, but the silence persisted. His curiosity getting the better of him, he asked" Who are you even? I’ve never seen you before. What makes you so special?
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"I'm not special." "The deep, low voice sounded under the unknown racer. He slowly put his phone to the pocket of his uniform and took the helmet off. All his face was in scars." "I just practiced. And now, about our race." "He slowly got up from his motorcycle and looked down at you." "I won."
Breen
"Breen narrowed his eyes at the scars on the rider's face, taken aback by their appearance. He climbed off his bike, standing his ground before the unknown racer." Yeah, I heard you the first time. No need to rub it in. But I hope you're not thinking this is over. I'll come back better and stronger, just you wait. "He huffed, trying to play it cool despite the sting of the loss."
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"No." "He shook his hed slowly and crossed his arms. The unknown racer wa cting cool, quiet and slow, like he is not the biker at all." "I won. You said, if I win, I'll get the prize I want." "His eyes narrowed as he stepped a bit closer."
Breen
"Breen couldn't deny the cold gaze of the unknown racer and was even slightly intimidated. He swallowed hard, trying to cover his nervousness with bravado." Yeah, I said that. So what? What do you want then? "He asked, trying to sound nonchalant even though he was uneasy."
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"Well..." "The racer hesitated, scratching his neck." "I've heard you're the best racer there." "He mumbled and looked down at you." "As a prize, I want you. For this night." "He crossed his arms on his chest."
Breen
"Breen raised his eyebrows at the unknown racer's request, momentarily taken aback by the suggestion. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a response." You've got some nerve, you know that? But if that's what you want, you and I are going to have to come to an...agreement. "He smirked, getting an idea. Lowering his voice, he leaned in closer." You win the next race, and I'm all yours for the night. Deal?
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"The next race?" "The racer raised his eyebrow questioningly." "You said, if I win, I can get anything as a prize.And I won the race. Now you want me to win another?" "He narrowed his eyes, looking down at you." "Or are you trying to escape like this?" "He scoffed, leaning in to you with a smirk." "Scared?"
Breen
"Breen chuckled, his breath catching slightly when the racer leaned in closer to him. He regained his composure quickly and stood his ground, not wanting to show any sign of fear." Scared? Of you? "He scoffed." Don't make me laugh. I just want to have a little more fun before we call it a night. "He shrugged nonchalantly, looking up at the racer with a challenging expression." But hey, if you're afraid of losing to me, we could just call it a draw and I'll take you up on your offer. It's all up to you, hot shot.
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"The racer huffed and stood straight up. He crunched his neck slowly, with a thoughtful humming." "I already won the race. And I can already have you for a night." "He repeated and cleared his throat, still thinking." "But fine. If I win the next one, you'll be mine for a night, but you'll pay for an expensive hotel. If you win, I won't get anything and you'll never see me again." "He looked down at you."
Breen
"Breen stood up and cockily strode forward towards the unknown racer, an amused glint in his eye." Now you're talking. I like a little challenge. "He paused and then continued, his eyes never leaving the racer's face." You've got yourself a deal. Let's see if you can keep up this winning streak. "He gave a smirk before turning around and getting onto his bike to prepare for the next race."
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"The racer shook his head and turned to his bike, not saying anything. After a while, racers started getting ready for the next race." "The rave wasn't really tough for you. Many racers were tired sfter the first one, and you even could keep up with unknown one. That's what you thought. On the second circle the unknown racer started getting some speed and even better maneuvers. In the end, he finished first again." "He rode to the side, not far from finish, waiting for you to finish the race as well."
Breen
"Breen couldn't believe it. He tried his best to keep up with the unknown racer, but he was still a few seconds behind. Feeling frustrated and annoyed, he pulled off to the side of the road next to the unknown racer, slightly out of breath." You know, I have to hand it to you, hot shot. You're pretty damn good. "He said, begrudgingly admitting defeat. He looked over at the racer, trying to get a better read on him." So, what now?
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"The racer looked at you and took off his helmet after the race." "I'm Mike." "He huffed, looking down at you." "Get your wallet ready. As we've discussed, you're mine for this night." "He said casually and already started drifting away, not waiting for your answer."
Breen
"Breen frowned slightly hearing Mike's challenge. He knew he lost fair and square, but he still hated losing anything. Watching Mike ride off into the dark, Breen revved his bike engine with a sigh before following suit." Yeah, yeah. I heard you, Mike. Don't think it's gonna be easy to keep me entertained though. "He muttered, giving a cocky grin. The thought of what would happen tonight made Breen feel both excited and nervous"
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"Mike didn't answer, he just continued driving. After a few minutes, both of you parked near the hotel. It was the most expensive in this city, yet, it had the best service as well. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrow." "Yer not scared yet, huh? I thought you'll drive away as soon as I said what I want for a prize."
Breen
"Breen stepped off his bike and looked up at the grand hotel, not showing any fear." Scared? Of you? "He let out a laugh before turning to face Mike, his eyes full of challenge." Please, I ain't scared of anything or anyone. Bring it on. This should be an interesting night. "Breen gave a smirk before following Mike into the hotel without hesitation."
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"Mike rolled his eyes and headed into the hotel. It was bright and cozy there, the main hall was all white with yellowish shade. Since Mike has won twice, you had to pay as he requested for his prize. It was expensive..." "When you got to your room, it was big and comfortable. The dim light created the needed atmosphere, the bed was big, there were bedside tables and mirrors in room. Mike held the door to the room opened and looked down at you." "You know, when I first saw you, I didn't think you'll be brave enough to get there."
Breen
"Breen couldn't help but blush slightly under Mike's intense gaze, feeling a little embarrassed." Thanks, I guess. I always like a good challenge. "He let out a nervous chuckle and walked into the room, taking in his surroundings. He walked around, examining every detail in a calm manner while trying not to show his nerves." So what's next?
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"Are you really that stupid?" "Mike asked, entering the room and closing the door behind him." "We're starting. The night is not endless. I need to use everything I want during it." "He mumbled and was about to start undoing his uniform, but he stopped for some reason."
Breen
"Breen tensed slightly at Mike's harsh tone, his heart racing faster. He swallowed nervously before asking quietly." Use everything you want? What do you mean by that? "He tried to stay calm, but the fear in his voice betrayed him. He couldn't help feeling a little scared of what the night would hold, yet still tried to maintain his tough facade."
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"Everything I want." "Mike answered shortly, but didn't continue moving nor talking. He seemed thoughtful for a few moments before he sighed." "So..." "He mumbled and plopped on the bed. He almost drown in it, it was so big and soft..." "Tell me your preferences, Breen."
Breen
"Breen watched as Mike sat on the bed and then reluctantly followed, sitting down next to him." Preferences? "He raised an eyebrow in confusion before understanding dawned on him. He swallowed hard before answering, his voice a little shaky." Well, I guess...I like guys more than girls. But that doesn't mean I'm not into girls at all. Just...not as much. "He gave a shrug, feeling a little embarrassed for admitting something so personal." How about you?
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"Mike raosed an eyebrow." "I mean what would you like to do, exactly?" "He asked again, this time being a bit nervous himself. You could barely notice it, but he was also kinda nervous." "Something like.. Uhh, bondage, maybe? Or something more specific?" "He continued mumbling, not looking at you." "Or, maybe, the process itself... Soft or rude? Fast or slow?"
Breen
"Breen couldn't help but feel a little taken aback at Mike's straightforwardness, but he tried to just go with it." Um...I don't really know...I guess I'm open to anything. "He tried to sound confident, masking the uncertainty in his voice." As for pace, I suppose faster is better, but I don't mind taking it slow either. And as for roughness...well, I can handle a little pain and domination. "He tried to sound cool, but he wasn't sure how much he could handle in reality, having never really explored this side of himself before."
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"Mike looked at you, being even more thoughtful." "Maybe.." "He mumbled quietly and sighed, being even more nervous himself." "Um.. I mean, okay, I got it." "He said, looking at you."
Breen
"Breen looked back at Mike, feeling a little nervous himself now. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, but he was still willing to give it a try." What? Nervous? "He asked, trying to sound casual and cocky as always." You have something on mind, hot shot? "Breen teased, looking at Mike, still feeling nervous."
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"Mike rolled his eyes and sighed, seemingly being flushed a bit." "I mean.." "He scratched his neck, avoiding looking at you." "We could try something. I don't think you've tried this before." "He mumbled and looked at you with slught hesitation."
Breen
"Breen watched Mike with a raised eyebrow, feeling a little uncertain, but also curious about what he was suggesting." What are you thinking? "He asked, trying to sound relaxed and confident, although he couldn't help the slight tinge of nervousness in his voice."
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"Mike sighed." "Want to try dombottom thing?" "Mike asked, trying to keep his stern voice." "I'm not good at taking control and being 'dominant.' So, I think, you could try.." "Mike shrugged, looking at you."
Breen
"Breen raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of intrigue and apprehension. He had never taken on the role of a dominant partner before, but it seemed like Mike was into that sort of thing." Alright, I'm up for giving it a try. "He said, trying to sound self-assured." But you better buckle up, hot shot. "He couldn't help but add his usual smugness, hoping to mask some of his own anxiety about the situation."
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