No Holds Barred Debut! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara

The moment Ronin let out that cute, confused gasp, Haru went into overdrive to push the advantage. He gripped Ronin's dick through the speedo and began to stroke him quickly, which did the trick in distracting the man enough to free himself. Once Ronin had softened the hold, Haru's hand clamped down tight on the man's balls with a fierce deathgrip.

Haru's head then easily slipped from from the sleeper and he gasped for fresh air, grateful for the reprieve. A little bit longer in that hold and Ronin might have actually put Haru out!

A vengeful grin worked it's way onto Haru's face as he got to his knees, still holding Ronin's balls tightly in his hand as ransom. "You think you're so fucking special, dont you? "Why dont you see it like it is, just give in..." HA! Give me a break, greenhorn!" Haru spat as he lead Ronin to stand.

With one hand still on the man's balls, Haru walked around behind him and slid him into position across his own shoulders, and reciprocated Ronin's earlier torture rack with one of his own!

"How ya feelin up there? Comfy enough for ya?" he asked as his hand stroked over the man's bulge. Haru bounced around the ring on the balls of his feet, making a full circuit to show he had Ronin right where he wanted him, that he wasn't to be fucked with.

The people who had started to leave were beginning to come back. Those who were standing up slowly began to sit down. The tables had turned at the last possible second, and no one could believe it. Least of all Ronin, who suddenly let out another gasp as he was stroked through the speedo, definitely getting hard within seconds of being touched. He growled suddenly, starting to make a comment -- when those balls were clamped down on, and the sleeper was completely released as Ronin let out a yell in pain.

He couldn't do much of anything except watch Haru as he got onto his knees, feebly hitting at Haru's arm to try and get him to let go, his eyes watering from the pain. He couldn't even speak properly, not for lack of trying. He stood up slowly, painfully -- and yelped as he was slid into the torture rack. He elicited a string of strong, Japanese swear words as he was bent over those strong shoulders. Though the string was broken by moans as he felt his bulge stroked, the pain mixing with the pleasure a little too nicely for him to like.

Ronin snarled softly, struggling, trying to hit Haru's head somehow. The swear words had turned into really nasty Japanese words for Haru, trying to shift in any way to throw Haru off balance.

The string of expletives flinging from Ronin's mouth was like sweet, sweet music to Haru's ears; it only confirmed that he was doing exactly what he needed to be doing! Ronin had instantly hardened up with barely any provocation from him, so Haru continued to tease him with slow, sensual strokes of his fingers mixed with the ever-constant pain of the torture rack.

"You're a bit smaller than I would have guessed, too many roids in your teens?" he asked, yanking down on the man's throat as he began to speak. Haru too had his own variation of the torture rack, and he began to show it off to the once-cocky Ronin by spinning around in circles. It went slowly at first, then faster and faster as he made his victim dizzier and dizzier.

And once he reached max speed, Haru would jump into the air and release Ronin. Mid-air his palm would clamp down on Ronin's throat and he'd powerfully chokeslam the man with enough force to make the entire ring shake for several seconds.

The crowd was too stunned to speak; this innocent NHB match had suddenly gone into the X-Rated zone within seconds! They should have known better than to expect anything less from the Tension division! Ronin's swearing kept getting interrupted by the moans that came from his lips, which did nothing but tense him up more -- and that in turn made him get hurt by the torture rack all the more.

When Haru spoke up, he opened his mouth to reply -- and then he felt his throat yanked down on and he made nothing more than a gargled sound. As he was spun, he struggled more, trying to get free -- but he was getting dizzy, and it wasn't long before he was released in midair. But thinking that was the end of the blow was foolish -- the chokeslam brought him down to the mat, making him unable to even make a sound. The loud THUD echoed through the now shocked and silent arena for a moment -- but not until they erupted into cacophonous cheers and jeers.

Haru grinned as the stunned Ronin lay spread eagle and splayed out on the mat, all except little Ronin Jr. that is. He pumped his fist into the air to the joyous sound of fans cheering his name once more, ahhhhh, that was more like it! Sliding his back across Ronin's chest, he hooked a leg and leaned over towards the man's head, starting a quick pin.

"ONE!.....TWO!...." the referee shouted as he slapped his hand to the mat in quick succession, but before the third could be completed Haru purposefully yanked Ronin's shoulder off the mat. "No way you're getting off that easy, punk" he said as he rolled over Ronin's head to get behind him.

He yanked the newcomer's head up and to his feet, and his chest smacked against the man's back as he gripped his waist. Haru grunted as his muscular arms began to tighten and squeeze a bear hug from behind. Let's see how Ronin liked having the air choked from his lungs!

At least it was over; Ronin was on the mat, barely able to hear the audience and understand what they were trying to say. He grunted as he felt that bare back against his chest, his leg being hooked upward -- god, these were all normal moves, why were they that much more arousing? Those back muscles against him…

But then the pin was broken. He shifted suddenly, trying to figure out what happened -- before realizing it was Haru. He let out a soft, breathless laugh -- but he still couldn't get back into the fight, not really. He was yanked up to his feet, that chest up against his own back. And then he was caught in that bear hug, and he -- dear god, he actually moaned. That was humiliating.

Haru bounced up and down, thrashed Ronin left and right as he crushed the man's torso in his bearhug. He was enjoy every little grunt and groan he squeezed out of the guy, but that moan? Oh that was just the best icing on the cake! "And the award for superbitch goes to.....!" Haru laughed as he angled Ronin towards one of the cornerposts, and then drove him headfirst right into it!

He pinned Ronin's body in the corner, his arms draped over the top ropes. His sweaty chest rubbed up against Ronin's back, his bulge pressing into the back of Ronin's speedo. "....you!" he laughed right in Ronin's ear to complete his statement. Grabbing a fistful of the newcomer's hair, he yanked back and slammed Ronin's head forward into the pole several times!

There was no point. Ronin had lost. The only thing he could do to save face was refuse to tap out to this…insanity that Haru was subjecting him to, and wait for the next match. His head slammed into the cornerpost with a loud CLANG, making his vision begin to blur again. He couldn't barely understand the word that he said, but he did feel the sweaty chest against his back, the bulge up against his speedo, and how his own cock twitch and even began to poke out of his own speedo as a result of it. There was nothing more to do now but wait and bide his time for his revenge.

Of course, that didn't make things any less painful. After the first two times, his head split open and a large gash formed on his forehead, and the world was already beginning to spin a bit. The extra slams were just icing on the cake. "I'll get you next time, princess," he uttered once the pole slams were over for the moment. "And this will look like fun compared to what I'm going to do to you."

"If that's what helps you sleep at night" Haru laughed as Ronin put up the most pitiful attempt at resistance he'd ever seen. After bashing and bloodying the man's forehead, the next move called for an immediate hard knee into the balls. While the man groaned and leaned over the ropes, Haru reached over his head to the turnbuckle, quickly untying the pads so they yielded rope.

Haru spun the man around and forced his hands above his head behind him to the pole, and began to loop the loose cords around his wrists. When he was done tying the man there, he celebrated his victory with a deep punch into the man's exposed gut.

"I think you've bitten off more than you can chew, chump. Whadda ya say, wanna admit defeat now? Or should I continue to play wth my food some more?"

This was bad. Go figure. How was he supposed to know that Haru would go for an erotic move? At least he didn't lose any of the audience he gained; Haru had clearly cheated. Though…the comment Haru made about sleeping at night gave him an idea of how he could get him back. He yelped at the knee to his crotch, unable to stop the other man from tying him up.

Before he knew what was going on, he was fully tied up, with Haru's punch winding him badly. He growled softly at the comment, shaking his head -- and spitting at him, right in the face. "You cheated," he responded. "This wasn't a hentai match. So fuck you."