Four's Number One

Chapter 7

Another long day of training is almost over and no, I don't mean sliding up and down Four's rod like the Itsy-Bitsy Spider when it climbed and fell down the waterspout...although we did do that this morning, teehee. My hands are scraped up and sore from punching since they ran out of gloves for the lower ranking 'Delusional' members. I'm in the bottom 9 while Jenna Tools, my best friend forever after, is in the top 18. Jenna offered me one of her gloves but I thought that was stupid and I laughed in her face before sharting in her mouth...cutely. I would never sacrifice my dignity like that. I'm bottom 9 so I don't deserve gloves, I won't take charity.
    Four is watching me throw punches and bleeding profusely from my knuckles which are starting to completely peel off now. He's stroking his length over his light gray sweats. I like that he's only staring at me and not the others. I feel special. I want him to ravage me right here like he did in my dream sequence, but whatever...I'll keep it in my red lacy soaking gender-neutral panties.
    We're about to be called for dinner when apparently I'm asked to stay...and so is Peter. Peter is the guy who fell from the roof into the net while Four was scream-flirting with me. Four is uncomfortable leaving me with him, but I tell him it's fine and that I also only have orbs for him.
    Peter walks towards me, meanwhile everyone else is leaving. "Guess we're in trouble, huh?" He's trying to sound cooler than he really is. I find it pathetic.
    "Probably not, you stupid homoerotic ballsack," I clap back like a boss, feeling guilty when he gets embarrassed and starts acting shy and lowers his head.
    "I KEPT YOU TWO HERE FOR A REASON," the leader's voice is loud and piercing. I almost pop an eardrum, kind of how I pop my gender-neutral pussy on Four's hard throbbing member. "YOU, Y/N, HAVE THE LOWEST RANKING HERE... #27 OUT OF 27...AND YOU, PETER, HAVE THE HIGHEST RANKING HERE...#1 OUT OF 27!" I'm so embarrassed now, but Peter is starting to regain his confidence. "YOU WILL NOW BATTLE IT OUT HERE ON THE MAT...with one condition...YOU NEED TO BE NAKED!"
    I swallow and try to argue but Peter interrupts. "Noice!"
    Scared of being murdered on the spot, I start taking off my clothes... but because my name is Y/N, I do it sensually because you never know when Two-Plus-Two is watching. Peter rips off his clothes and he takes off his underweaAAAHHHHHH!? HOLY SHIT HE HAS A MASSIVE COCK, teehee!!! I'm shocked but I keep it professional and only drool half of my body weight in saliva onto the mattress, which I market as lubing the mat to prevent injuries.
    The whistle blows and I get tunnel vision. All I see is red. My hands don't have skin on them since I ripped and peeled it when I was using the punching bag but it's healed because I'm in a Wattpad. I throw a punch while Peter jumps up to tackle me and I accidentally punch his gargantuan peen instead of his luscious man breasts that I was aiming for. He falls to the ground and slowly his erection begins forming. He's blushing and looking at me and back at his Lil' Peter. What do I do, I think to myself as my lips part and envelop his dick.
    "Y/N, I'm ba—"