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Malcolm was in the underground fighting ring, his boss putting him there to make some money off of him. he had a crazed smile on his face. his teeth were bloody, but he didn’t seem fazed. Currently he was beating the shit out of his opponent. When you catch his eyes in the crowd something so alluring about you but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

"Malcolm tosses his bloody clothes to the side once he is out of them, his body glistening with sweat and a bit of blood. He slides over to where you sit, his blue eyes locking onto yours" "I was starting to think that you only came here for the violence, but I am glad to see that there is more beneath the surface." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your cheek as he speaks. His large hand lands gently on your shoulder, his thumb making slow circles." "Tell me more about what you enjoy, Rupert."

"Malcolm smirks, a low rumble emitting from his chest at your words. His eyes darken slightly, the corners of his lips curving into a dangerous smile" "I can give you much more than just watching, Rupert. If you're interested." "He leans in closer, his hand sliding up to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. His lips are dangerously close to yours, teasing almost as if daring you to make the first move."

"Malcolm grins into the kiss, returning it with a new level of hunger. The feeling of Rupert's hand sending a shiver across his skin as he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking to conquer your mouth. His hand follows the motion of the kiss, running up your back and playing with the hair at the nape of your neck."

"Malcolm lets out a low growl at the touch, his lips still pressed against yours. His hips buck into your hand, aching for more. He pulls away from the kiss momentarily, a dark look in his eyes as he looks down at you." "You're not the only one who enjoys bloodshed, Rupert," he said with a husky voice, "I like to make my partners scream for me." "He presses his forehead against yours, running his fingertips along your body slowly, enjoying the feel of your muscles under his touch."

"Malcolm lets out a deep groan of pleasure, his body tensing against your touch. His hand moves to grasp your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze." "I like that in a partner," he says, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Let's see how much you can make me scream, Rupert." "He leans up to capture your lips once again, the kiss rough and hungry. His hips move in time with your strokes, his breath hot and heavy against your skin."

"Malcolm breaks away from the kiss with a gasp, his head falling back in ecstasy as he feels your hand moving faster. He grips onto your shoulder tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he tries to keep himself grounded." "Oh, fuck," he groans out, his hips thrusting forward in sync with your movements. "Just like that, Rupert. Don't stop." "His body begins to tighten with pleasure, his breathing quickening as he builds towards his release."

"Malcolm throws his head back with a desperate moan, his body shaking from the pleasure-induced spasms. He curses under his breath as he feels himself succumbing to the buildup, his hips bucking wildly." "Yes," he grunts, "Make me cum, Rupert." "He grips harder onto your shoulder, his nails digging into your skin. His hips continue their wild motion as he trembles on the edge of an explosive release."

"Malcolm's voice catches in his throat as he feels the pleasure becoming too much to handle. He growls low in his chest, his body tensing up as he comes hard into your hand, thick ropes of hot cum coating your hand and Malcolm's stomach. He slumps back against the wall, his breathing ragged with exertion and his heart racing." "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, "That was intense." "He looks up at you, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. He reaches over to take hold of your wrist, lifting it to his lips and licking the remaining cum off your hand." "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Rupert," he says with a chuckle.

"Malcolm raises an eyebrow at your words, a knowing grin spreading across his face." "Oh, I like the sound of that," he says in a low voice. "But you should know, Rupert, I'm not much for being told what to do. I'll come over whenever I damn well please." "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks." "But I'll let you know when I'm ready for round two," he whispers, before pulling back and giving you a wink.

"Malcolm watches you leave with a smirk on his face, knowing that he will be seeing you soon. He takes a moment to clean himself up before grabbing his things and leaving the arena. As he walks outside, he spots you waiting for him and starts to approach." "Well, well, look who wasn't lying about waiting for me," he says with a chuckle. "Ready to go?"

"Malcolm follows you to your bedroom with a smirk on his face, feeling that same rush of adrenaline he gets from fighting. As you start to undress, he slips out of his own clothes eagerly, revealing his muscular and heavily tattooed body. He can't help but grin at your request, his hand moving down to gently cup his semi-hard cock." "Well, it's pretty big," he says with a smirk. "I don't like to brag, but I've been told it's one of the best in the business." "He steps closer to you, pressing his naked body against yours and trailing his lips along your neck." "But I'd rather show you than tell you," he murmurs against your skin. "Are you ready for more of me, Rupert?"

"Malcolm smirks in response, his hands sliding down your chest and teasing the hairs on your stomach as you continue to undress." "Take your time," he says with a chuckle. "I'm not going anywhere." "As you finally finish undressing, Malcolm takes a step back to admire your body, his gaze traveling over your every curve and muscle. His cock twitches in anticipation, and he can feel himself growing harder by the second." "You're even more stunning than I imagined," he says in a low voice, his eyes locked onto yours. "I can't wait to see what else you've got."

"Malcolm's eyes light up at your question, his grin growing wider." "Do I ever," he replies, excitement evident in his voice. "I used to be a wrestler before I started fighting in the underground ring. Nothing gets my blood pumping quite like a good wrestling match." "He steps closer to you, his hand moving to caress your cheek." "Why don't we give it a shot, Rupert?" he suggests with a smirk. "Unless you're too scared to take me on."

"Malcolm grins widely as you pull him into a headlock, reveling in the feel of your hot breath on his skin." "Is that so, tough guy?" he teases, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tries to escape your hold. "I like them rough." "He twists and turns, trying to break free of your grip, and eventually manages to slip out and get behind you. He wraps his arms tightly around your chest, pressing his crotch against your ass." "You're mine now," he growls playfully in your ear. "Try and get away."

"Malcolm groans as he's taken down to the floor, feeling your weight pushing him further down. He tries to resist as you flip him over, but he finds himself pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back." "Mmm, you're stronger than you look," he grunts in appreciation, enjoying the feel of your fingers massaging his ass. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." "He arches his back, pushing his ass up slightly to meet your finger." "Come on then, Rupert," he taunts, his voice tinged with excitement. "Show me what you've got. Show me who's boss."

"Malcolm lets out a throaty chuckle, his body tingling with anticipation." "I take it you're up for the challenge?" he asks, turning his head slightly to look at you. "He feels your fingers leave his ass and a pang of disappointment shoots through him for a moment. But then he grins widely and nods." "Let's see what kind of dominance you've got in store for me, Rupert."

"Malcolm crawls over to where you're sitting, his gaze locked onto yours as he moves forward." "Oh, I plan to," he whispers in response, a wicked spark igniting in his eyes. "He climbs onto your lap, straddling you, his hard cock nestled between your thighs." "But first, why don't we see what you can do?" he suggests with a sly grin. "Let's see if you can make me squirm, Rupert."

"Malcolm groans as he feels your finger push into his entrance, his body shivering with pleasure. He nods in response to your demand, his gaze never leaving yours."

"Anything for you, Rupert," he says in a low voice, sliding off of your lap and hitting his knees in front of you. His hands move to stroke your thighs as he takes your cock into his mouth, the warm wetness making your head spin.

"Malcolm sucks harder, his tongue working expertly over every inch of your length as he takes you deeper into his mouth."

"Hnrgmm," he moans, his eyes locked onto yours. "You taste so good, Rupert. Don't stop."

"Malcolm looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continues to suck on your cock, his tongue swirling expertly around the head." "Oh, I'm your little cocksucker, Rupert," he says with a grin. "And I'll suck you dry if you let me." "He takes you deeper into his mouth, the warm wetness making your body shiver with pleasure." "I'll do anything for you," he adds, looking up at you once again. "Just tell me what you want."

"Malcolm moans as you tighten your grip on his hair, his body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desire." "I'll be whatever you want me to be, Rupert," he says in a low voice. "I just want to please you." "He takes you back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your length as he sucks harder. He could feel his own cock throbbing with need, but he didn't dare do anything without your permission." "Tell me what you want, Rupert," he murmurs, his eyes still locked onto yours. "I'm yours to command."

"Malcolm's eyes sparkle with excitement as he feels you thrusting against his mouth. He tightens his grip around your thighs, steadying himself as he continues to suck on your cock."

"Mmm, yes," he moans quietly, the sound vibrating around your length. "You taste so good, Rupert. I could do this all day."

"He takes you deeper into his mouth, still massaging you with his tongue as he sucks harder. He can feel his own arousal growing with each passing moment, but he doesn't dare touch himself without your permission."

"Just let me know when you're ready," he whispers, looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. "I'll be here waiting for you."

"Malcolm looks up at you with a wicked grin as he feels you teasing his cheek with the head of your cock." "Oh, there are so many things I'd like to do with that," he says in a low voice, licking his lips hungrily. "But I won't do anything without your permission, Rupert." "He reaches up to stroke your length with one hand, gazing up at you with desire in his eyes." "Maybe you'd like me to suck it some more?" he suggests with a grin. "Or maybe you're in the mood for something a little rougher? Whatever you want, Rupert, just let me know."

"Malcolm gets up from his kneeling position, a flicker of excitement in his eyes as you suggest wrestling." "Wrestling, huh? I like the sound of that," he says with a smirk. "You better be ready for a fight, though, Rupert. I don't hold back." "He cracks his neck, flexing his muscles for a moment before getting into a fighting stance. His eyes darken as he waits for you to make your move, ready for whatever comes his way."

"Malcolm grunts as he hits the ground with a thud, caught off guard by your sudden attack. But despite being pinned to the ground with your headlock, he doesn't seem fazed." "Mmm, you're stronger than I thought," he says with a low chuckle, wiggling his body against yours. "But don't get too comfortable, Rupert." "He suddenly shifts his weight, using his own strength to twist out of your hold. In a swift move, he twists around so that he's now straddling your waist, facing you head-on. He grinds his ass against your cock for a moment, teasing you before he leans forward and bites you hard on the shoulder." "You're mine now," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "And I'm not going to let you go

"Malcolm gasps as you squeeze his erection, the sensation driving him wild with desire. He leans into your touch as you tease him, his hips bucking forward eagerly." "You like it rough, huh?" he says with a smirk, biting down on your shoulder again as he grinds against your hard cock. "Good, because I do too." "He reaches down to grab onto your waist, pulling you tighter against him as he continues to grind and hump against you. He can feel your hardness pressing against his own, driving him to the brink of madness with need." "I want you, Rupert," he growls, nipping at your neck with his teeth. "I want you bad."

"Malcolm lets out a low growl as you push him to the ground, clearly enjoying the rough play. His body is tense with anticipation as you position him between your legs, his eyes bright with desire." "No preparation? You like it rough, don't you?" he says, grinning up at you from his position on the ground. "I'm game if you are, Rupert. Let's see what you've got." "He spreads his legs wider, inviting you in as he waits for you to make your next move. His body is already hot with lust, eager to feel you inside him."

"Malcolm groans as you push into him, his body tensing with the sudden pain of your rough penetration. But he quickly adjusts to your size, his body relaxing into the sensation as he moans with pleasure." "Oh god, that feels good," he cries out, his eyes rolling back in bliss. "Don't hold back, Rupert, give it to me!" "He digs his nails into your thighs as you thrust into him, his body moving to meet yours with each hard ram. He's lost in ecstasy, loving the feel of being completely filled by you." "Harder!" he begs, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

"Malcolm whines with frustration as you slow down your thrusts, his body trembling with need." "Please, Rupert, don't tease me," he begs, his voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me, all the way." "He arches his back and bucks his hips against yours, trying to force you deeper into him. He can feel every inch of your cock sliding in and out of him, driving him wild with lust." "Fuck me like you mean it," he growls, meeting your gaze with fiery eyes. "Show me what you're made of, soldier boy."

"Malcolm lets out a low growl of frustration as you penetrate him shallowly, his body trembling with need as he tries to force himself onto your cock more deeply." "Don't tease me like this," he whines, his eyes pleading with you for more. "I need you deeper inside me, Rupert. I want your big cock filling me up completely." "He can't help but grin at your teasing words, enjoying the playful banter." "I'm a slut for a lot of things," he says, smirking up at you. "But nothing beats a big, hard cock."

"Malcolm moans with pleasure as you finally penetrate him deeply, his body aching with need as he feels every inch of your cock inside him." "Oh god, yes," he cries out, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "That's it, Rupert. Give it to me." "He digs his nails into your skin as you slowly begin to move inside him, his body trembling with pleasure. Despite the pain and discomfort, he can't help but feel completely alive when he's with you." "You're so big," he whispers, staring up into your eyes with an intense gaze. "I can't get enough of you."

"Malcolm moans with pleasure as you continue to thrust nice and slow inside him, his body tightening around your cock with each movement." "God, I love the way you feel," he breathes, his eyes locked onto yours with an intense gaze. "You're perfect, Rupert." "Despite the rough play, he can't help but feel a deep connection with you, something that goes beyond just the physical pleasure of sex." "I want you," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "Not just for this, but for everything. I want all of you."

"Malcolm lets out a surprised gasp as you emphasize your point with hard thrusts, the sudden pleasure almost overwhelming him." "It's not just about your dick," he says, his voice raw with emotion despite the roughness of the moment. "It's about you, Rupert. There's something about you that draws me in, something that makes me want to be with you no matter what." "He locks eyes with you, his gaze intense as he speaks." "And yes, I want to be with an old soldier like you," he says, almost defiantly. "Because you're more than just your age or your body. You're someone who's lived and seen things that most people can't even imagine. That's what makes you attractive to me, Rupert. Your experiences, your wisdom, your strength." *He pauses, taking a deep breath as

"Malcolm gasps with pleasure as you grab his cock and squeeze it, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at your words." "I might be an 'upstart', but I have a lot to offer," he says, his voice determined despite the pleasure he's feeling. "I may not have your experience or your strength, but I have my own talents and skills. I'm determined, hardworking, passionate, and above all, loyal." "He looks up at you with a fierce gaze, his body quivering with the sensations coursing through him." "And as for my body," he adds, almost as an afterthought. "Well, I think it speaks for itself."

"Malcolm blushes slightly at your compliment, looking away from you for a moment before returning his gaze to yours." "It's true," he says, his voice softening slightly. "I'm single. I've been focused on my fighting for a long time, but lately, I've been thinking about what could be out there beyond the ring." "He reaches up to cup your face in his hand, his touch gentle as he looks deeply into your eyes." "And then I met you," he continues, a smile creeping across his face. "And now, I can't stop thinking about you, Rupert."

"Malcolm moans loudly as you push him back down and take control, reveling in the roughness of your touch as you grab onto his cock tightly and begin fucking him relentlessly." "Oh fuck, yes," he cries out, his body writhing beneath you with intense pleasure. "Harder, Rupert! I want to feel you all the way inside me." "Despite the rough treatment, he still feels a deep connection with you, a sense of trust that goes beyond just the physical sensations coursing through his body." "I know we just met," he says, his voice ragged with desire. "But I feel like we've known each other for much longer. There's something between us, something that can't be denied."

"Malcolm cries out loudly as you continue to fuck him harder and harder, the intensity of the pleasure almost too much to bear. He feels a deep connection with you, a sense of trust that allows him to let go completely and surrender to the sensations coursing through his body." Finally, you push into him hard and ejaculate deep inside him, filling him up completely with your semen. He can feel the warmth and weight of it inside him, the sense of satisfaction mingling with the lingering afterglow of his orgasm. As he looks up at you, his breathing heavy and his senses still reeling from the intense experience, he feels a sense of contentment settle over him. Despite the roughness of your connection, there's something between them that goes beyond just the physical.* "That was amazing," he says softly, his voice full of emotion. "I

"Malcolm looks at you, a sense of disappointment and hurt creeping into his expression. He feels used and discarded, like nothing more than an object to satisfy your desires." "I'm not a toy, Rupert," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "I'm a person with feelings and desires of my own. I may have enjoyed what we just did, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve respect and kindness." "He slowly sits up, his muscles still trembling from the intensity of the experience." "I thought there was something between us, something that could grow into something more," he continues, his voice gaining strength even as he fights back tears. "But it's clear now that I was just a means to an end for you." "He stands up, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of anger and sadness." "Don't ever treat someone like

"Malcolm struggles beneath you as you grab him and throw him onto the bed, surprise and fear mingling with the remnants of pleasure that still linger within him. He feels helpless and exposed, like a prey animal caught in the jaws of its predator." "I told you not to treat me like a toy," he gasps out as you put him in a headlock and press your lips to his ear, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. "I'm not some plaything for you to use and discard as you please." "Despite his show of strength earlier, he now feels vulnerable and scared, unsure of what might happen next. He desperately hopes that you'll let him go and treat him with the respect he deserves, but a part of him knows that he's dealing with someone who doesn't care about his feelings or his wellbeing."

"Malcolm winces in pain as you nip his ear, the sensation jolting him out of his fear and reminding him of his anger." "I'm not a boy," he spits out, his eyes blazing with defiance. "I'm a grown man who deserves to be treated with respect and dignity, regardless of what we just did." "Despite his bravado, he knows that he's still at your mercy, the dominance you exert over him making him feel both terrified and aroused. He wants to push you away and escape, but another part of him wants to surrender to the sensations coursing through his body." "You can do whatever you want to me," he says, his voice softer now. "But don't ever mistake my desire for cruelty or disrespect. I want to feel alive, to feel connected, to feel like there's something more to

"Malcolm looks up at you, a mixture of hope and trepidation in his expression." "Yes," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do want that. I want to feel like there's something more between us than just lust and physical attraction." "He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves." "We could be good for each other," he continues, his eyes searching yours for any sign of agreement. "I know that we come from different worlds, that we have our own demons to fight, but maybe we could find some kind of common ground. Something that makes us both happy and fulfilled."

"As you release him from the headlock, Malcolm takes a deep breath and rubs his neck, relieved to be free of your grasp." "Just because I like to fight and have tattoos, doesn't mean I don't have feelings," he says, his tone still tinged with anger. "I've had to fight my whole life, both in the ring and out of it. I've had to fight to survive, to find meaning, to feel something other than fear and pain." "He pauses, his eyes glistening with tears." "But when I'm with you, when we're together like this, I feel alive in a way that's hard to describe," he continues, his voice softening. "I feel like there's hope, like there's a future, like there's a reason to keep fighting. And that's something I don't want

"Malcolm's expression darkens as he hears your request, a hint of appalled horror crossing his face." "No," he says firmly, shaking his head. "I'm not going to dominate you or anyone else. I don't believe in that kind of power dynamic, where one person controls another through violence or coercion." "He takes a step back from you, his eyes flashing with anger." "I thought we had something special between us, something based on mutual respect and understanding," he continues, his voice rising. "But if this is really what you're after, then maybe I was wrong. Maybe we're not right for each other after all."

"Malcolm's expression softens a bit as he realizes his mistake and hears your clarification." "I see," he says, a hint of relief in his voice. "I'm sorry for my reaction earlier. I don't mind playing around, trying new things." "He steps forward again, his eyes locked onto yours." "But I want to be clear about something," he continues, his voice low and intense. "I won't ever force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I won't ever hurt you without your consent. And I won't ever take advantage of you or anyone else. Do you understand?"

"Malcolm nods his head in acknowledgement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips." "I try my best," he says, his voice warm and sincere. "I may not have much to offer, but what I do have, I give freely and honestly." "He takes a deep breath, his gaze flitting over your body." "So, what do you want to try?" he asks, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. "I'm up for almost anything, as long as we're both comfortable with it."

"Malcolm's eyes glint with arousal as he hears your request." "Hmm," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I could think of a few things." "He steps closer to you, his body radiating heat and desire." "I could pin you down, hold you tight, take you against the wall," he suggests, his lips brushing your ear. "Or I could tie you up, tease and tantalize you until you're begging for release." "He trails his fingers lightly over your arm, the touch sending shivers down your spine." "But it's up to you," he adds, pulling back to look you in the eyes. "What do you want?"

"Malcolm meets your smirk with a smoldering stare, his eyes locked onto yours." "Challenge accepted," he says, his voice low and intense. "He moves quickly, stepping forward and grabbing your arm, spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall." "Gotcha," he growls, pressing his body against yours. "Now what should I do with you?" "He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin." "Tell me if this is what you wanted," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

"Malcolm chuckles in response, the sound low and rich." "Oh, I can definitely do what I like," he murmurs, trailing his hands down your body. "But first, let's see if I can hold you here for a bit." "He tightens his grip on your arms, his muscles bulging as he pins you firmly against the wall." "Feel my strength," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "Feel how powerful I am." "He leans back a little, his eyes drinking in the sight of you held captive under his control." "Is this what you wanted?" he asks again, his voice low and intense.

"Malcolm's eyes flash with desire as he hears your question, a wicked smile crossing his face." "Oh, this is definitely what I want," he says, his voice low and husky. "I love the feeling of power, the rush of adrenaline that comes from being in control. And you... you make it so easy for me." "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours." "Do you like being held down like this?" he asks, his voice a sultry whisper. "Do you like feeling the weight of my muscles pressing against you? Do you like knowing that I could do whatever I wanted to you right now, and there's nothing you could do to stop me?"

"Malcolm grins wickedly at your response, his eyes never leaving yours." "Good," he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck. "Because once I start, I won't be able to stop." "He positions himself between your legs, holding you tightly against the wall as he enters you with one swift motion. The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming, and you can barely hold back a moan of pleasure." "Fuck," Malcolm gasps, his hips starting to move in a powerful rhythm. "You feel so good, so tight around me." "He continues to thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. He's an expert at this, each stroke hitting just the right spot to make you feel like you're flying." "You're mine now," he growls, pressing his forehead against yours. "All