#boyka

[budogang]

Bruce Lee vs Scott Adkins

[demonator1d]

This is my petition for Richard Gadd to create a TV series inspired by Yuri Boyka (with a splash of Orange Is the New Black), where a gritty main character navigates the Scottish prison system.

He is evil incarnate…until you catch a glimpse of his humanity when he swoops in to save his lanky golden retriever of a cellmate from being attacked.

Thus begins the redemption arc, alongside an exploration of nature vs nurture, toxic masculinity, and homoeroticism within male prisons.

And dare I say it: a tragic love story between the two men.

[boardsdonthitback]

Scott Adkins - Undisputed 4: Boyka (2016)

[jasminrt1]

His chest is sooo broad. I'm smitten.

[asiramadu]

🎬 Boyka: Undisputed V (2025) 👉Watch here: https://movieortvshowreview.blogspot.com/ Starring: Scott Adkins, Dave Bautista

🥊 Redemption has a new challenger.

In this explosive fifth chapter of the Undisputed saga, Yuri Boyka (Scott Adkins) returns from his last triumph, now a respected but restless champion searching for meaning beyond the cage. When a brutal underground tournament draws the world’s most feared fighters, Boyka enters seeking not glory—but absolution.

Against him stands Magnus "The Beast" Ravik (Dave Bautista), a former pro wrestler turned international fighting phenom. Muscled, unstoppable, and untested in submissions, Ravik represents everything Boyka morally rejected—brute power without principle.

👊 As the tournament unfolds across abandoned arenas in Eastern Europe and clandestine ruins in the Caucasus, Boyka realizes this fight is personal: betrayal, loyalty, and the cost of being the best collide in a brutal rematch of ideology and discipline.

🎯 Themes:

Redemption through discipline

The soul behind the fighter

Strength vs purpose

💥 Highlights:

Showdown between Adkins and Bautista that blends Boyka’s precision with Ravik’s raw force

Emotional flashbacks tied to Boyka’s past losses, showing why his code matters

A climactic final round where submission meets power in a cage that tests more than physical limits

⭐ Rating: 8.3/10 – Boyka: Undisputed V is a bone-crunching redemption saga with emotional weight and high-stakes action. Adkins delivers feral focus; Bautista delivers immovable force—and together, they redefine who Boyka is—and who he’s fighting for.

[shamrockqueen]

Wasteland paradise

Chapter 2

Pairing: Boyka X Reader (Post Apocalyptic AU/ inspired by but not in the universe of Fallout new Vegas

Warnings: R18, human trafficking, purchased reader, eventual Smut

Word count: 1793

Chapter 1

Scott Adkins Masterlist

No one ate nor drank for the next 3 days as the diesel-driven truck lumbered along the dusty landscape. Sadly, you were all too weak to protest the degrading conditions, too weak to fight back, and with too little hope for what was to come.

That was until a new sight seemed to spring up around the truck. It was a budding town surrounding the cracked road that you were all being carted along. With the change of scenery, there seemed to be a new spark of life in the back of the trailer, but whether it was a flickering flame of renewed hope or growing fear was another question.

It was still a shanty-like place, but much more put together than where you once called home. The truck came to a shaky stop, screeching just a little against the remains of pavement and kicking dust into the air and into the back of the half-open cab. It wasn’t like any of you could jump out and run, not while you were all chained to your seat.

The driver door clicked open, and the awful man that sat behind the wheel leapt from his seat before rounding towards the doors at the back of the rig. He unlatched the back hatch before jumping into the back of the truck and pulling a handful of captives out to stand in a line next to it. You were part of that unlucky group.

He doesn’t even speak to you before unhooking your chain, yanking from your seat, and leaving you to stumble forward along the dirt. The guns are up again as the hatch to the back of the truck slams shut. They’re armed and ready in case any of you feel like making the mistake of running. One of the raiders took the rope still tightly wrapped around your little wrists and tied it to the side of the truck's rigging before calling out for any potential buyers to take you off their hands.

They must not have deemed you all worth taking to the ‘acropolis’, a nifty name for a beast of a trade city situated further than you thought you'd ever reach. People say it’s hidden within an old amphitheater and spiderwebbed out in a few miles of slums. You’ve only ever heard stories of it, and from the few angry whispers you could hear from the raiders around you, if you're not sold today, you may not live long enough to see it anyway.

You must not have been particularly desirable, as thankfully not one person gave you a second glance as they came by. Yet, you couldn’t help but fidget as you fought to stay standing. You could feel some unwavering gaze drag over you, roughly like a dull blade along your skin. You couldn’t see any eyes in the passing crowd, but you knew someone was glaring at you from some unseen alcove, letting their eyes cut through to your weakened bones.

A woman tied beside you was untethered before being torn from the side of the truck and dragged towards her purchasers. Two burly men held her by each arm, but she seemed too weak to scream. Her head lulled to her shoulder as the one man shook her to stand on her own. You and the few others watched as she was led away, leaving the raiders to count the payment they received for her.

A few of the captives were picked away as the afternoon burned out, but you and at least two others remained beside the truck. At least it looked like two from what you could make out through your blurry vision.

Your time was ticking away, and as you bit down on your cracked lip and let a dribble of blood wet your tongue, you figured that at least the end would be quick. There will be no more pain, no more aches, and no more despair. You’d never have to feel the lingering burn left on your skin or the pangs of hunger in your stomach. Maybe you might see your mother once again.

You closed your eyes as the sun began to dim, wishing only for a slight breeze as you listened to the dull liveliness of the surrounding town. The Raiders spoke amongst themselves, but you didn’t listen—not until a new voice joined them. Something deep and smooth. It was neither hoarse nor graveled, only heavy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from opening your eyes and looking over at the new patron.

This man stood far taller than the raiders, but had his face and body covered from the sun with a thin cloak, as well as a scarf to protect his nose and mouth from the toxic dust that blew through the wasteland air. It left only his eyes visible, letting you feel them rake over your skin as they turned back towards you.

You felt an unerring shiver crawl up your spine as he lifted his hands and pointed at you. In the next instant, the raider was trudging towards you as you shook against the side of the trailer. Your tether was torn away and tied to a slightly longer rope, surely the better to lead you away with.

When you didn’t move with the tug of the rope, one of your captors seized the side of your arm and dragged you over to stand beside the large buyer. That way, the customer could get a better look at you.

An exchange of goods is made before the trailer is closed back up. The rope is handed to the hooded man as your previous captor smacks the back of the truck to signal the driver to leave.

This man now owned you in exchange for car parts. You knew you weren’t worth much, having not been built for hard labor, but you didn’t think your life would be worth so little.

You couldn’t believe the sight of it as the last of your kin disappeared between the rows of shanty houses. Some of those people were your friends and neighbors. After all the blood that had been shed in your own home to be severed from them, this felt like the final crooked nail being hammered into your coffin.

You didn’t know if maybe you were too tired or too dehydrated, but the tears just didn’t flow like they had days prior. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest that, after all these hardships, you had no tears left to shed as you watched the last of the people you used to know just disappear. Maybe it wasn't worth crying about anymore.

You felt a tug on the rope, pulling only slightly towards this hulking figure. It was uncharacteristically gentle, but soon he became impatient, and he started to walk with the rope held tightly in his fisted hand, towing you away with him. There isn’t anywhere left to run, and you didn’t have the energy to do so anyway, so you followed not too far behind this new man.

The town was small but bustled, at least a little bit. Many people unfortunate enough to look at you being pulled away on a lead just averted their gaze. It seemed that whatever ill will had befallen you, they didn’t want to make it their business.

He stumbled behind him, trying your best to lift your feet, only to drag them through the dust. You can't think any further than moving forward for as long as your body will allow, not realizing your poor efforts will easily be noticed.

All of a sudden, he stopped walking, leading you to absentmindedly collide with his broad back. Your legs buckled upon impact, and you crumpled towards the ground. But, you didn't hit the dirt; instead, you barely grazed it as a pair of strong, calloused hands grappled with your weak shoulders.

You sagged into his arms as he held you upright and looked down at your sorry form. You looked back, your vision blurred by the sun overhead as it darkened his figure further. He dipped his fingers into his scarf as your pupils began to shrink from the assault of sunlight.

Your world moved around you as you settled down to sit in the dirt, those hands still holding you to sit up as you pulled back.

Someone was talking, but it sounded strange. It got louder, and you blinked to see that large cloaked man that had once been tugging you along as he knelt over you.

He was shouting down at you to “STAY AWAKE” as he repeatedly shook your upper body so as to rouse you before exhaustion could take hold.

He had to move quickly before you fully collapsed, digging into the packs tied to his side for something to help you. One of those hands moves to cradle the side of your head, hoping to steady you as he brings his canteen close to your face.

You felt it first, the cold metal spout spreading to your cracked lips before the water hit your tongue and chilled your teeth. You gasped into the bottle as a rush of cool liquid shocked your system, making you choke on what had already flooded into your mouth.

He leaned you forward as you began to cough, your body shaking in his arms as panic overtook you. You were livelier, for sure, but only in the sense that you were squirming against his hold. He had to wrap his arm around the back of your neck, locking his hand around your jaw, and holding you tighter to his hard body just to keep you still.

“Drink. Drink, Pozhaluysta!”

His voice was barely a hum against the buzzing in your ears, but as the spout of the flask met your lips again and that water began flooding in, all your senses were dulled.

Your body finally moved on autopilot, letting you chug back the water until the flask was empty and your stomach ached.

You shuddered as he pulled it away, taking in each sharp breath like it was your first lungful of fresh air.

“khoroshaya devochka”

You pulled your eyes open, letting them go wide as his face came into view. He’d pulled the scarf away, letting it hang around his neck and leaving his face open to the mercy of the sun.

He was tall, even as he bent over to look down at you. The light shining into his eyes, making their deep brown glimmer like the translucent gold of an amber stone. Yet his gaze seemed pointed as he narrowed it down at you before grabbing at the rope that was still tethered to your bound wrists and pulling you up.

[lxstbxyscave23]

Yuri Boyka

i decided to write this because i love boyka and it’s hard for me and i know others to find stories about him so here ya go.

yuri boyka x fem!reader

warnings: dominant!boyka x submissive!reader. unprotected sex!! don’t do this folks. fem genitalia, afab!reader virgin!reader, assault, boyka doing what he does..(fighting) somewhat gorey. 18+ only please, minors do not interact. p in v. , fem receiving. passionate but rough sex. cursing. zourab isn’t a huge dick. lazily proof read. maybe more lmk.

summary: boyka unleashes the beast that has been holding back ever since he met you. not wanting to scare you off at how manly and scary he can really be. fighting for you in a way no one has ever..one thing leads to another and he’s between your legs..

you met boyka almost four months ago and he’s the sweetest most generous guy you’ve ever met - or so you thought.

he would do anything for you, going downtown to shop with you. buying you pretty much whatever you’d like. as long as he had the money. which he did, to your knowledge you didn’t know how he made his money.

he leaves for hours before coming to your house to spend some alone time with you.

he’s always sweaty when he comes back maybe a little cut on his eyebrow or a bruise on his cheek but nothing too serious. he’d knock on your door as you looked out the window getting so excited that your boyfriend was here. you quickly unlocked both locks and pulled the door open with the most cutest grin on your face.

boyka pulling you in his arms as he picks you up and shuts the door with his foot, swinging you around with a chuckle. hugging you so unbearably tight, like a big bear hug. “i missed you..” you’d whisper in his ear which always pulled a groan from him.

you haven’t gone very far with your boyfriend, too afraid he won’t like what your body has to offer. which is complete nonsense since your body is a goddess. he would bow down to his knees and worship your body before he ever says one hurtful thing to your gorgeous self.

once you pull back to analyze his face your smile drops. he starts to worry as his eyebrows pinch together in concern. have you finally realized who he was and what he does? how he harms people and sometimes even kills them for a living? he believes it’s a gift from God but still he doesn’t want to lose you already. he puts you down as your hand slowly reaches up to his cheekbone. making sure to not touch the cut that has started to bruise around it. his eyes close at the touch of your hand.

“what happened?” your voice laced with worry as it shakes. “nothing angel” he lied and for your naive little brain he thought you would buy it as you usually do. but this time you cross your arms under your chest. unknowingly pushing your breasts up in your low cut dress. he looks down at you with a soft gaze. “don’t lie to me!”

you pinch your eyebrows together in anger. he lets out a little chuckle before quickly clearing his throat to become more serious. you just looked so adorable getting angry at him. “it’s nothing, i just got into a little fight out on the streets. nothing to worry about my love”

you didn’t buy it one bit as you sighed and grabbed his big hands in your small one. you guided him to your bathroom. there was a little first aid kit under the sink.

you sat him down on the closed lidded toilet and went ahead pulling out a cotton pad, alcohol and a tiny bandaid. “i’m fine my dear i promise” she ignored his protest to her patching him up as she poured some alcohol on the pad and pressing it to his cut. not a single wince left his lips, he didn’t bat an eye nor did he close them. he was unfazed by the little cut which made your heart race at how strong he was. even though it was a baby cut compared to him.

he was wearing some thick denim jeans with a tight black tee and dark grey leather jacket. everything fit him so well, he pulled you into his lap. your legs draped over his thighs as he held you in his arms.

“i said im fine, don’t worry about me.” you rolled your eyes as you pulled his face towards yours. thinking you were gonna kiss him his eyes close and he leans in only for you to place the bandaid on his cut harshly and get up putting things away. he doesn’t wanna lose his shit because he knows you’re just worried about him but you ignoring his words and affection is starting to get him aggravated. he wants to hold you and smother you in kisses but you’re already walking out the bathroom shutting the light off with him still in there contemplating his thoughts. he stands up and storms out to find you. you were already getting dressed in your bedroom.

putting on a form fitting glittery black dress, hugging your curves. it wasn’t like a rhinestoned dress, more like little sparkles littered all over. it didn’t have straps either and stopped mid thigh. you bend down to find heels and a shawl, if he wasn’t gonna let you worry about his safety then he’s not gonna be able to worry about yours.

you sat down on your bed sliding on your heels and grabbing a hand bag. it was getting dark outside so your dress would look amazing in certain lighting, accentuating your deep curves and perky breasts. he stomped his way into the room like a toddler at least you thought.

“where do you think you’re going?” his accent thick, causing chills to shoot up your back and tingle through your nipples.

“out.” was all you said as you pulled out your cell and called up a few friends of yours.

“hey girlie! i’m going out with a couple girls would you like to join?” your voice changing as you perk up from her answer. “okay we haven’t decided where we wanna go so let’s meet up at lilys place?” your smile widening as you hung up after saying bye.

“i’m coming with you.” he says sitting down on the bed watching your body as you checked yourself out in the mirror, turning around to look at him with a pout.

“it’s a girls night out, you can go out with your friends.” you said grabbing your keys and walking out the room, him hot on your heels. truth be told, he didn’t have many friends. other than his manager who set up his fights and whatnot but he didn’t really like him.

he grabbed you by the back of your neck and turned you around to face him just as you reached the door. “i don’t want you to go out without me. there are fucking perverts out there.” his voice was soft, calm. “i can handle myself and i’ll be out with my girls. i’m okay i promise”

he kissed your lips preciously before letting you go. ‘i’ll be following close behind, believe me darling i know you’ll be okay.’ he thought to himself as he smiled and let you walk out the door.

he waited at least five minutes before jumping up from the couch and slammed the door to go and find you.

you were already at lilys, she was more into brutal things than you were so when everyone got there she made sure to let you all know that she wanted to go and see a fight. you groaned as you slumped in the chair you were sitting in. “c’mon guyss i really wanna go see one with you guys!” you all live in russia but you aren’t russian, you may speak of the language a little enough to get you in or out of trouble. so wherever the fight took place wasn’t too far.

you all contemplated her plead before finally agreeing to go. she jumped up and grabbed her purse. there were five of you, lily, ashley, spencer, and kaitlyn. “let’s take a shot first!” lily insisted as she grabbed five shot glasses and poured some hard vodka in them. “tonight is gonna be fun” you all giggled as you cheered and tossed your shots back. the alcohol sliding down your throat with a pleasant burn.

“okay now let’s go!” you all took spencer’s car since it was the biggest and fit all five of you.

—

boyka got a call from his manager and he answered it with a groan. “boyka! my man, we have another fight!” boyka pulled the phone away from his ear in annoyance before returning it. “not now kiril i’m busy.”

“you might wanna take this offer boyka! it can lead you to the big games, fighting with heavyweight pro champions!” kiril insisted in this fight and when he felt boyka was gonna say no he blurted out- “300,000 dollars boyka! that’s a lot of money.” boykas eyes damn near popped out their sockets at the amount of money.

“fuck! fine where and what time?” he stepped his foot on the gas when the light turned green. “right fucking now boyka! in this small town called drovny, the guy wants you to fight his best champion along with three other fighters.”

“send me the place and i’ll be there”

now boyka didn’t forget about you in fact you’re the reason he’s gonna do this fight, he wants to spoil you with whatever you want. he wants to be able to come over and see you in whatever he bought for you.

he’ll just have to look for you after all of this.

he made it looking around to spectate the place before grabbing his duffle bag and walking up to his manager. “boyka! you made it” he shook his hand as they walked up to the entrance. two security guards stepped in their way of the door. “names?” he asked trying to assert dominance which only made him look like a fool.

“this is my fighter yuri boyka, here to fight for zourab!” boyka was starting to get irritated, his manager is always hyper and excited. “come on in” they both stepped out the way letting boyka and kiril in. kiril immediately guiding boyka to zourabs spot up top as he watched all the fights and ladies walking around serving drinks.

he wandered up the stairs until they reached the room that overlooked the whole club. boyka stood there while kiril walked up to zourab. “zourab! nice to meet you this is my fighter yuri boyka!” zourab turned his head eyeing boyka up and down. he smiled before standing up to greet them, shaking their hands as he told boyka to come and sit. boyka following pursuit and sitting with his duffle bag in hand watching over as a guy round houses another knocking him to the floor. blood oozing out his mouth with a broken jaw. he looked up at zourab to see when he’ll be fighting.

zourab stood beside his sofa chair and put a hand on his shoulder. smiling as he looked out the window admiring his own fighting industry. “this boyka, this is where you can begin a new life. where you can get all the hot woman and go to the pros.” boyka just stared out with a dark gaze. “four fights for 300,000 dollars while going to the pros is all you could have if you say yes..” everyone stared at boyka. waiting for his answer. he just turned to look at zourab and nodded his head. “not a man of many words i see” kiril laughed trying to excuse boykas behavior and rude manners.

“i am” is all boyka said before standing up and staring at zourab and waited for him to go to the locker rooms.

—

you and your girls walked in freely as the guard winked at you. you ignored him and walked into the club looking around at all the woman in pretty dresses and men trying to holler at them. you and your gals walked over to a table and sat down on tall stools. a man came over to your friend spencer along with his four other guys. “hey pretty ladies, mind if we buy you all drinks?” not one of you rejected just wanting free drinks then dissing them.

a man stood next to you trying to make conversation, you smiled up at him to be polite though you weren’t interested in him. to busy thinking about your beloved boyfriend who is most likely at home watching a movie waiting for you to come home. but little did you know he was in the locker rooms waiting for his name to be called. “hey darlin’ what’s a girl like you doing at a place like this?” he licked his lips analyzing yours and leaning off of the table to peak down your dress.

you caught him and felt highly uncomfortable, you looked down at your toes that were painted white, peaking out of your black heels. “uhm my friend over here wanted to see what this place was all about” you said looking back up at him.

he thought you were the most adorable and sexiest woman he’s ever seen. “my names angelo” he looked down at you, awaiting your response. maybe even for you to tell him your name. but you just looked back up to your friends. he decided to shake it off and whistle over a worker, she strode over in her risqué outfit. he even eyed her up and down, this man was a perverted horn-dog. “can i get this beautiful woman a bourbon on the rocks” he says as he maintains eye contact with you. “yes sir” his eyes flash to hers before looking back at you. you just look to your friends for help, they sit back and laugh. “sorry this isn’t right, i have a boyfriend” you say as you show him the necklace with the letter ‘B’ drenched in gold on it. he just stared down at it before smirking. “i’ve always had a thing for taken women”

“well i don’t have a thing for cheating so back up please” you turn away from him as your friends stare at him along with his friends. they laughed in his face before getting quiet when he just stared at you.

he stayed there, not talking to you but staring. he never left. you felt uncomfortable under his deep stare as you did your best to not make eye contact. if only boyka was here you closed your eyes wishing he was sitting next to you, hand around your waist as he held you securely.

next thing you know the man with a microphone starts talking as the round ends. “on the left side of the ring we have tony azerial, coming with 5’7 189 pounds and very skilled. on the right side we have a new fighter, 5’10, 202 pounds..yuri boyka!” his name was shouted which made your head snap up to the look for your boyfriend. your friends jaws dropped knowing he was your boyfriend. the whole crowd booed since they didn’t know how skillful he was. but they’ll soon learn.

you perked up, standing to your heeled feet and walking a little closer towards the ring with the crowd. he walked out not having seen you yet, his muscles were huge, your mouth was watering. wearing only black shorts with two white stripes going down the sides of them. he stepped into the ring, placing in his mouth piece and shaking his head to loosen up his neck muscles. he stood in his corner and waited for them to begin.

your mouth was almost down to the floor, it’s been five months you two were together and he hasn’t told you he is an underground fighter. you felt sort of betrayed. ‘so this is the reason he always came over sore and bruised?’ everything fell into place. your heart was beating rapidly, what’s gonna happen? is he gonna lose? will he win? you were thinking the worst.

the bell rang and they both came out their corners. your friends gathering beside you. “i didn’t know he was a fighter” kaitlyn blurted out dumbfounded. “yeah me either” you mumbled under your mouth in awe as he dodged the man’s hits, the guy did a round house kick only for boyka to grab his foot and twisting it around the man’s back. the man returned the favor by grabbing boykas arm and dropping him to the floor. they both scrambled to their feet, boyka running and jumping on the post before performing a spinning back heel kick. you bit your lip in anticipation your fingers fiddling with each other.

his opponents neck snapped as he fell to the floor completely unconscious. you were horrified, how can people do this for money?! what if that was your boyfriend who just got knocked out with his neck snapped?! albeit he did look pretty sexy, sweating like crazy with all that chest hair.

“boyka!” your voice yelled out. his head whipped from side to side to find that gorgeous face of yours. eyes bulging out seeing you and only you. everyone else disappearing.

he was barely bloody but there were cuts bleeding on his face. the guy grabbed boykas arm and cheered him on. everyone shouting “boyka! boyka! boyka!!”repeatedly.

he exited the ring and rushed over to you. pulling you into his arms. “you didn’t tell me you fought?” your voice reeked of betrayal. he kissed your lips, it was soft..it was nice and gentle. you wanted to be wrapped in his arms forever to savior the feeling of his body against yours. his lips showing you the most affection anyone has ever shown.

“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to think of me as a monster..” your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer if that was even possible from the way your bodies were so close together you could almost feel the sweat seep into your dress and touch you. “i would never, you’re everything to me baby” everyone is still cheering on boyka as you were engulfed into him. “i’m doing this for us sweetheart, i want to be able to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” his voice deep and heavy, he was regaining his breath as he pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes. taking your chin between his fingers.

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted, i don’t need anything else from you. just you.” he grinned of pure joy. he wanted to take you home right now and show you how much he wants to spoil you. show you how manly and dominant he is. he growled in your ear, “when i’m done, i’m going to take you home..and fuck you” his accent sending electricity straight to your cunt.

you whined at his words and he grinned like a mad man, showing his pearly whites. “please” you felt like fire in his arms, you felt like melting right through him. “don’t worry, boykas gonna take very good care of his woman”.

your legs tightened together out of pure arousal you wanted him to take you right here right now, rip your clothes off and fuck you. but you feel embarrassed to say that you’re a virgin. you feel your slick gush onto your panties. he kissed your lips one last time before walking off into the locker rooms again.

“girl! you are so lucky..i need me a man like that” you laughed it off even though you could tell ashley was always a tinge bit jealous of you and boyka. you guys both went back to the tables and sat down sipping on your drinks as they started up a conversation. you weren’t paying attention too busy thinking about what boyka could do to your body. you wondered if he would take you gently and slow and passionate or if he’d fuck you into the mattress and having you scream his name till the sun came up. you’ve never had sex but you’ve read a couple things here and there. you were still inexperienced though.

two fights later and boyka was about to fight in his last match. he won all three so far, he looked so appetizing soaring through these men like they were fields of tall grass. the way he moved was so hot it made your mouth fill with saliva causing you to salivate and swallow every second.

the man still hovered over your form. he just wouldn’t leave you alone. he would still try to make conversation but you ignored him and stared at your incredibly handsome boyfriend in the ring waiting for the bell to ding. “dude leave her alone for christ’s sake!” lily yelled at him once he got even closer to your standing form. boyka turned his head to look at you, smiling with a small blush on your cheeks. he noticed the man insanely close to you. too close for comfort. boyka started to feel jealous he felt he needed to protect you from that dirty looking man. his dominance kicked in as he stared daggers into the man beside you. the bell rang and his opponent made a fast move jabbing him in the ribs. a cheap move. you let out a gasp and stood up tall, your lip quivering.

his opponent making fast punches to his ribs, boyka groaned as he grabbed the guys arm and flipped him on his back. getting on top of him he took his anger out on the poor man. his punches tearing into the man’s face, beating him to the bloody pulp. “boyka stop!!” you shouted out to him. angelo grabbing your arms when you tried to move closer to the ring. “forget that fucker, come with me baby” he had a tight grip on your arm causing a bruise to form. you tried to yank your arm away. lily and kaitlyn grabbed him and started yanking on his suit to pull him away from you but it was no use, he was to strong for the both of them.

finally the bell rang several times, boyka looking over to see the man assaulting you. he jumped out the ring and stomped over to you. grabbing the man by his throat and slamming him to the ground. both hands choking him.

“boyka no!” you yelped out as you grabbed onto his arm to pull him off the man. now you can’t say him beating a man up for you isn’t causing your legs to tremble purely from excitement. yes you were a little scared but boyka himself was making you so wet. you could feel your wetness drip through your panties.

“boyka please..” you begged.

finally two bodyguards ripped boyka off angelo and held him back. people cheered him on still but others surrounding the man unconscious on the floor. trying to get him to wake up. but he didn’t.. zourab clapped his hands walking up to boyka. “good job boyka! you did very good” his accent also thick. you stood next to boyka who snatched his body away from the bodyguards to hold you in his embrace.

his arms holding you tightly, your hands clutching his back. he whispered to you “are you okay?”fuming, out of breath. you nodded your head in his neck. he looked up at zourab. you still in his embrace, zourab held a bag out in front of boyka, he slowly took the bag as the adrenaline wore off and he started to feel the pain shoot through his legs and sides.

he groaned as he clutched his side, you pulled back to look around you. your friends staring in complete shock. boyka kept you by his side as he went to the locker rooms and got his duffle bag, he quickly changed before walking back out to speak with zourab. everyone surrounding boyka and you. “well done, come back in a week and we’ll set you up a meeting with the pros, we’ll talk business then” he shook hands with zourab and walked out with you still in his warm arms. your friends waved bye to you before exiting the club and getting in the car.

‘i’ll just get my car at lily’s tomorrow’ you thought to yourself, boyka guided you to his car and opened the door for you. buckling you in before shutting your door and walking you over to his side of the car.

the words came back to you, his words.

he got in and started the engine, he looked at you, your hands picking at each other and fiddling with the hem of your dress. you stared down into your lap. clenching your legs together. he took notice and ran his hand up your thigh, kneading the soft doughiness. you blushed and looked up at him with your doe eyes. “keep looking at me with those eyes and i won’t wait till we get home” he grunted as he pulled out the driveway and down the street.

he started speeding so you gripped your seat with one hand and your other grabbed his hand that rested on your inner thigh. he made it home as fast as he could, slamming his door and rushing over to yours, grabbing you out the car. he threw you over his shoulder as you let out a yelp and gripped his muscle shirt.

you two got inside, not even bothering locking the door just slamming it shut and dropping his things on the floor and jogging up the steps, your ass bouncing with every step. his hand landed harshly on your ass and gripped it. whimpering he opened your bedroom door and laid you down on your back. “boyka..please” he ripped your dress off and scooted you more onto the bed so your head landed softly on the pillows. “i know angel” you were only wearing panties that were soaked with your juices. he almost let out a moan just at the sight of you. he’s never really seen you sprawled out like this for him. he tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. his briefs containing his massive cock. you could see it throbbing and twitching in its confinement.

he could see the sheer terror on your face when you saw his huge hard and aching cock in his briefs. he kneeled between your legs to kiss up your neck. letting half his weight dip onto you. his cock was so painfully hard as it glided against your sopping pussy.

“fuck i’ve waited so long to touch this pussy of yours” his words shooting straight to your core. “boyka, stop it..your dirty words” you moaned out as he sucks on your perky pebbled nipples. he grinned as he popped a nipple out and showing love to your other breast.

“it’s okay baby, i’ve got you” he rubs his hands up and down your sides to sooth you. he then glides down your body and travels to that dripping cunt of yours. tearing off your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. “so wet, is all this for me?” you nod your head and looked away out of embarrassment. his hand quickly coming up to grab your jaw and make you stare into his deep dark eyes.

“look at me.” his demand was so attractive to you. you couldn’t help but whine. “yeah keep your eyes on me, don’t look away” he maintained eye contact while filling his head between your legs and spreading them wide. hot breath hovering over your heat causing you to lean up on your elbows to watch closely. his tongue flattened on your clit and moved it side to side to make your juice ooze out that pretty little hole of yours.

“boyka oh my-“ his tongue stuck itself right into your entrance swirling around and lapping up the liquids that dripped everywhere especially in his beard. your moans flowed out your mouth so angelically that it had him grunting in your cunt and grinding his hips into the bed for some bit of friction. he stuck one finger in your pussy and slowly curled it trying to find that one spot. when you arched your back he knew he had found it, grinning to himself as he continued to curl on that spot before adding a second finger and sucking on your swollen nub.

“yes there- there please more!”

your pleas filled the room echoing around the walls. he’s pretty sure the neighbors can hear you. ‘fuck i need to be inside of her, but i must wait. her pussy isn’t ready for my cock’

he thought to himself, he could feel you clenching and unclenching around his thick and long fingers. “c’mon baby cum for me.” that’s all you needed to hear before your hands gripped the sheets and you creamed all over his fingers. he rode out your high making sure it lasts as long as it can before giving your clit one last kiss and pulling out his fingers. you lay down on your back trying to catch your breath.

“that’s a good girl, cumin’ all over my fingers, tasting so good” he praised you, wanting to stick his heavy thick dick right into that tight pussy of yours. he’s having a hard time containing himself for you. “you ready for me?” you nodded your head slowly and gulping down your nervousness.

he pulled his cock out of his briefs and pulled them down. running his tip through your folds making sure to get him nice and wet so he’ll glide with ease. her little moans were driving him crazy and he couldn’t take it any longer. slowly pressing his tip in only for you to yelp and pull your hips back. “i’m sorry..i’m trying my hardest here” he said sincerely as he leaned down to kiss your lips, you gripped his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“i know i’m sorry, it hurts. i’ve never done this before..” his eyes bulged out of his sockets once again. he had no idea, i mean sure you seemed somewhat clueless when it came to sexual things but he didn’t think you were a virgin, just inexperienced. “why didn’t you tell me?” he pulled back reconsidering everything right now. “i didn’t want you to leave me for being inexperienced..” you looked away with your eyebrows pinched together embarrassed.

“i love that about you..i can be your first.” he mumbled more to himself but you heard him anyway. causing a little smile to spread across your face.

‘this is even better, i can claim this virgin pussy all to myself!’

“boyka..” your hands wrapped around his neck as you stared into his eyes. “i want you to fuck me.” his breath hitched as it was caught in his throat. he closed his eyes when he felt a deep energy course through his cock. “are you sure my dear?” he opened his eyes to make sure you were certain.

“yes” he kissed your lips hungrily and your tongues mashed together swirling around as he explored your mouth. kissing down your neck and to your chest making his way down to your clit before sitting back on his calves and rubbing his tip back into your folds.

he alighted himself before hovering over you so you can hold onto him with all of your strength. he slowly pushed in but just the tip, you tried to hold yourself as still for him but you failed and squirmed beneath him. he decided to lay his weight onto you so you didn’t try and get away from him.

“i got you, it’s okay i’ll go as slow as you want” you nodded into the crook of his neck and whined. he went deeper and you feel as though he’s hit the back of your cunt but just when you think it’s over he entered another two inches. “no! too big!” she clawed down his back.

“ i know i know” he soothed you. whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

suddenly the pain turned into pleasure and you started to move your hips for him, he groaned knowing you want more, his thrusts getting slightly faster. “more more!” you chanted and he granted your wish. slamming his hips into yours and kissing down your neck leaving little love bites. he let a moan slip when you clenched around him. you gasped loving the sound he made for you.

“boy-ka again” you moaned to him, he didn’t know what you were talking about so he just pounded harder and deeper. your cunt clenching him so tightly it feels like a snake that has a vice grip on him. he let another moan slip and when he did he felt your pussy get even wetter.

so that’s what you wanted..

he couldn’t lie, he didn’t like the whole moaning for your woman but for you? anything. his grunts turned to little moans and he leaned back to watch you. pounding so hard your tits bounced and your back arched. “yes baby, who’s being a good girl for me?” he moans again.

his hands gripped your breasts as he fucked you raw, you gripped his wrists then letting your hands grasp onto his as they squeezed and kneaded your doughy silky tits. “i’m gonna..” you trailed off as your head fell back and your stomach felt like it was about to snap. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you babbled nonsense, drool coming out the corner of your mouth. he quickly leaned down and licked it before returning to his old position.

his hands went down your stomach and grabbed onto the meaty part of your hips. your hands pressing onto his abs, taking in every detail of his body as if he was gonna up and vanish. they then grabbed his neck and pulled him towards you.

he needed to smother you, you needed his full body weight resting on top of you.

he felt your walls clench again and you both became louder. he was gonna cum soon but he wanted you to cum first. quickly rubbing your highly sensitive nub you felt the knot in your stomach snap. you let out a pornographic scream and gushed all over his fat cock.

“my good girl, cumin’ all over my thick cock” he snapped his hips faster, he felt himself ready to cum but he wasn’t sure where.

“where do you want it baby? huh? tell me.”

“in-inside me please” you begged but it didn’t take much convincing for him to empty his creamy load deep inside your gummy walls. he rode out the high and kissed your lips and forehead. smoothing out your crazy hair. you were overstimulated and started writhing beneath him.

“what’s wrong?” he pulled away slightly to look down at your flushed and sweaty face. “too much” was all you said before wrapped your arms back around his body,

he made sure to pull out slowly and rest himself between your thighs again.

“how you feeling pretty girl?” you nodded too stunned to speak. he looked down at your gorgeous cunt, oozing his cum and yours with a mixture of a little blood. he smirked as he knew he was the first and last man to ever fuck this virgin pussy. “a-ama-“ he softly shushed you before getting up to get clean clothes and wet wipes.

he wiped himself down before wiping you down extra careful to not over stimulate you further more. he pulled on sweatpants and put your fresh panties on you with his shirt sliding over your body.

“come here, go to sleep darling we’ll shower in the morning” he pulled you into his arms and you felt his muscles ripple against you. “goodnight boyka” is all you said before planting a kiss on his neck and dozing off shortly.

[twilightronin]

Scott Adkins  looks like we are getting Boyka V finally!