Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 219: [R18]Two Sides of the Same World(2)

Meanwhile, in Warehouse 17 at Pier 4, things were pretty awful. This? This was underground Breakball at its worst. Not the shiny, flashy games you see on TV. No, this was where teams like Dust Dogs fought just to stay alive.

People talked about it, everyone knew, but no one said it out loud.

The desperate teams sent their girls to "entertain" the other side. A little fun for the winners, and in return? A lost game on purpose, a fake stumble at the right moment. Just enough to keep the losers from drowning completely.

No papers signed, no cameras rolling. Just sweat, shame, and the empty hope that maybe next time would be different.

And standing there in the room, the Raptors. Big guys, all muscle and mean grins, one of the top-tier teams. They looked around like they were kings, and everyone else? Well, they were just there to kneel.

Crates served as thrones, stacked unevenly like a kid’s fort. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, loud and annoying like a mosquito you can’t swat, throwing harsh white light on the dirty concrete floor. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Roam stood near the edge of the circle, his huge body stiff against a rusty metal beam. His arms were crossed tight over his chest, like he was hugging himself to keep from punching something.

The Raptors had told him to stay. "Watch your girl work," Jax, their captain, had said with that stupid smirk, smacking Roam’s back way too hard.

The whole thing was supposed to humiliate him, like an idiot, he had mentioned during the deal that Saya was his girl, and now here he was, ready for the worst punishment.

This was Roam’s first time actually seeing this side of things. He’d known about it, sure, but knowing and watching were different.

Like hearing about a punch versus actually getting hit in the gut.

And Vargas? The coach who dragged them all into this mess? He just stood in the corner, silent, arms crossed over his big chest, face totally blank.

He didn’t leer, didn’t laugh, just watched, like a prison guard making sure nobody stepped out of line.

Then the door opened.

Saya stomped in, heels grinding dirt into the floor. Her ponytail was messy, like she’d been yanking at it the whole ride over.

Disgust twisted her pretty face, but she held it back, barely.

Behind her, Rin shuffled in, red hair a tangled mess like she’d just woken up. She had this lazy vibe, totally opposite from the tension in the room.

Rin was the kind of person who sighed through everything, practice, losing, even this. Right now, she yawned, tugging at the hem of her tank top, watching the room like she’d rather be anywhere else.

Vargas didn’t even glance up from his phone; like the guy was glued to it. His voice came out flat, like he was reading off a grocery list.

"You’re actually on time for once. Good. The Raptors need to loosen up before Saturday. Don’t waste their time."

Saya made this face, where her lip curls up like she just smelled something rotten.

"This is disgusting, Coach. Every single time. You know that, right?"

For half a second, he actually looked at her. His eyes were dead, like a shark’s.

"What’s the point? You know how it is. Play nice, or we all drown."

The rest of the Raptors shuffled around, crates scraping against the floor. Some of them were already unzipping their pants like it was no big deal, just another Tuesday.

Jax, the tall guy with a grin, crooked a finger at Rin.

"Hey, Red. You’re up first. Heard you’re the easiest warm-up."

Rin didn’t even blink. She just walked over like she was heading to the vending machine, dropped to her knees in front of him, and popped his zipper open like it was a soda can.

No hesitation, no eye contact. She wrapped her mouth around him, moving up and down without much effort, her cheeks barely sucking in. There was this gross wet sound when she took him deeper, but her eyes were already wandering to the ceiling, bored out of her mind.

The guys laughed. Rin didn’t care. The girl could probably sleep through a tornado.

Saya stayed near the door, arms crossed so tight her fingers dug into her own skin. Her stomach twisted, she was used to it now, even worse, but after being called a leftover, everything started to feel... different.

"Rin, you don’t have to—"

Rin didn’t even stop. Her voice came out muffled around his dick.

"Save it." She pulled off with a gross little pop, wiped her mouth on her wrist, and jerked her chin toward Saya. "Your turn, blondie."

Meanwhile, across the city, the scene was way different. Nash’s apartment was quiet except for the sound of Zayela losing her damn mind.

That aphrodisiac from earlier was hitting her hard, turning her movements wild, like she couldn’t control herself anymore. She was sitting on him backwards now, her back pressed to his chest, her thighs flexing as she sank down onto him all the way.

She gasped, her huge breasts bouncing with the motion. Nash’s hands were everywhere, one gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks, fingers digging in, spreading her wider so he could move more smoothly. The other hand played with her breast from behind, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she moaned, loud and throaty.

"Fuck, Nash, deeper," she growled, the words rough like she’d been screaming too much already.

Her hips rolled down in heavy, slow circles that made her ass slap against him, not loud, just this soft, wet sound that somehow made everything feel even hotter.

You could see how full she was, the way his shape pushed against her stomach a little when he was all the way inside. Everything was wet, really wet, her juices mixed with his cum, dripping down his balls and making the sheets underneath them a sticky mess.

Honestly, it looked gross if you thought about it too much, but right then? It just made everything feel more intense.

Nash wasn’t holding back either, his hips snapping up to meet hers, with his unbreakable stamina.

One arm locked around her waist to keep her from toppling over, while the other hand left her breast to rub slow circles over her clit, which was already swollen and begging for attention.

"You like that, Zay?" he teased, his voice all low and smug before he nipped at her ear. "Getting all wild on me?"

She didn’t even answer, just twisted her head to kiss him, sloppy and desperate, their tongues tangling. When she pulled back, her breath was ragged.

"Shut up and fuck me like you mean it," she panted, then dragged her mouth down his jaw, tasting salt and the scratch of his stubble.

Her body clenched around him like she was trying to pull him even deeper, and the faster she moved, the more her breasts bounced, soft and heavy under the motion.

Meanwhile, over in the corner of the warehouse, Rin was draped over a crate, her shorts around her ankles while a guy with scars took her from behind. But honestly? She looked bored.

Her red hair hung in her face, and she even yawned at one point, like this was just some chore she had to get through. The guy held her hips, moving in and out without any real enthusiasm, while her small tits swayed lazily under her tank top.

The fluorescent lights made her skin look kinda washed out, and the whole thing had this weird, mechanical vibe, like neither of them really cared.

The Raptors’ attention, though, zeroed in on Saya. Jax hauled her forward by the wrist, his free hand yanking her skirt up to expose her pale thighs.

"C’mon, Roam’s girl. Show us why he keeps you around."

She stumbled into the circle, disgust souring her mouth, but she didn’t bolt. Vargas’s warning gaze pinned her as surely as Roam’s helpless stare from the sidelines.

Man, you could just feel the tension in the air. Jax had this ugly smirk, like he’d already won something, and Saya? She looked like she wanted to spit in his face, but she didn’t. Because, well, you don’t spit in a wolf’s mouth unless you wanna lose a hand.

"This is gross," Saya muttered, dropping to her knees amid the giants, her slim white body dwarfed like a porcelain doll tossed into a wolf den.

She unzipped the wiry guard beside Jax, her hand wrapping around his shaft with resigned efficiency, stroking once, twice, before leaning in to take him in her mouth.

The taste was bitter, salty, but she sucked with practiced spite, tongue flicking the underside as if to punish him.

And to be fair, it wasn’t sexy. Not even a little. The way her lips pressed tight, like she was biting back words, the way her fingers dug into her own thighs, this wasn’t some fun little game. This was hate.

Roam shifted his weight, standing there with arms crossed, his breath coming in sharp huffs. He’d known this happened, turned a blind eye to keep the peace, but seeing it? Watching Saya on her knees, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she worked the guard’s cock, saliva glistening on her chin? It hit like a gut punch, the reality carving into him.

His girl, degraded for his failures, while Nash was out there living the dream. Roam’s fists clenched at his sides, but he stayed put, the pain visible in his eyes.

The guard groaned, threading fingers through Saya’s blonde ponytail.

"That’s it, suck it like you love it, blondie. Bet Roam never gets this treatment."

More hands joined: a beefy wing palming her small breast through her blouse, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her hiss around the cock in her mouth. She pulled off briefly, spitting a string of saliva.

"Watch the teeth, asshole. I’m not your toy."

Jax laughed, rough and loud, like he always did when he was feeling mean. He shoved her head back down with one big hand.

"Nah, you’re better off like this, our little bribe," he said, smirking down at her. "Keep going, and maybe we’ll mess up a shot next game on purpose."

He didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked it open, buttons flying everywhere. Her breasts were pale and small, the nipples already turning pink and hard from the cold air in the room.

His hands were everywhere now, squeezing and kneading her soft skin like he was testing fruit at the market. She whimpered when he twisted her nipples too hard, but she didn’t stop what she was doing. If anything, she went faster, like the gross feeling in her stomach was pushing her to move more.

"You call this a dick?" she spat out when she pulled back for air, lips wet and messy. "Tastes like failure."

Jax didn’t like that, his face twisted up, and he shoved himself back into her mouth, deep enough that her throat clenched around him. The sounds were gross, all wet and sloppy, but Jax groaned like it felt good anyway.

The rest of the team crowded around, circling her like hungry dogs waiting for their turn. The guard, the skinny one with the sharp elbows, flipped her onto her back on the wrestling mat they’d dragged in here, her pale legs kicking out once before he pushed them apart.

His hands were rough, leaving red marks on the insides of her thighs as he lined himself up.

"Let’s see if Roam’s girl is as tight as she talks," he sneered, and then he was inside her in one hard shove.

The sound was embarrassingly loud, her body taking him even though she didn’t want to. Her back arched off the mat, small breasts bouncing as he started pounding into her, hips slapping against hers so hard the noise echoed.

"Fuck, you’re loose as your team’s defense," she managed to gasp between thrusts, but the big guy, the one who played forward, just chuckled and shoved his cock into her mouth to shut her up.

"Quit yapping, whore," he growled, gripping her hair. "Suck while he wrecks your cunt."

She was a mess now, skin flushed red everywhere they touched her, her little tits jiggling wildly as the guard fucked her harder. Someone pinched her nipples until they were swollen and sore. The guard bent down suddenly, licking a wet stripe up her breast before sucking her nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out around the cock in her mouth.

Spit and sweat and other stuff dripped down her chin, sticky and gross.

Jax appeared at her side then, his hand wrapping around her throat, not choking, but tight enough that she couldn’t move her head away. He started jerking himself off right above her face, laughing when her eyes watered.

"Look at her bounce, Roam," he taunted, grinning over at the guy slumped in the corner. "You ever make her jiggle like this? Bet not, you limp-dick cuck."

Roam looked away, but he couldn’t block out the sounds, her gagging around the cock in her mouth, the nasty wet slap of skin against skin, the way her toes curled against the mat like she was trying to push herself away.

It hurt, really hurt to watch, not just in his stomach but deep in his chest. Her words from yesterday at the training buzzed in his ears, and now he could see her getting wrecked by his team, all because he wasn’t strong enough to stop it.

And yeah, that broke him.