Below The Belt: Fighter Guillaume Wayne, Bastian Karim & Milo Miles
Under The Belt continues with a new scene of HungFuckers, where fighter Guillaume Wayne is paired with Milo Miles and Bastian Karim. Flashbulb crucifixion—Guillaume’s bareback bedroom sacrament with Milo now pixelated across every tabloid, shuttersnitch lenses framing the heir’s spit-slick ride on the footballer’s sausage-thick spire. Texts from Bastian buzzed louder than the hip-swivel pap shots: “Come out hot or drown.” By dawn, Guillaume’s coming-out post trended beneath cum-glossed screenshot leaks, the gym his only sanctuary.
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Bastian’s damage-control lips found his neck first—PR strategy shifting to bench-press benchings as Milo unzipped Guillaume’s ruined reputation alongside his sweats. Dumbbell clangs drowned their truth-spiral moans, the trio’s threeway resurrection sweating out headlines. Spotter hands became ass-split guides, Bastian’s tongue-baptism cleaning public shame from Guillaume’s backdoor while Milo’s media-proof prick stretched his throat.
Muscle memory took over—Guillaume’s post-outing abs flexed under their mouth-service marathons, power-cage leverage helping him spear Bastian’s crisis-tight hole. Embargoed rage became nut-burst catharsis, jockstrap gag silencing Bastian’s spin-doctor directives as CNN notifications blinked uselessly nearby. They rehearsed redemption until the dumbbell rack rattled, Guillaume’s bicep-curled thrusts rewriting the narrative ball-deep in Bastian’s colon.
Paparazzi vengeance waited outside, but here—protein-shake sticky and squat-rack sinned—the exposed heir found salvation in spitroast fundamentals.
