Midnight Rematch! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara, the Ambush Match

The joke was amusing; well, the fact that Haru really wanted to get that final joke out before the effects of the dual combo really began to kick in. "Well, it was a good combination," he remarked, really cranking it on. Well shit, was that a compliment? Would have to edit that out of the final project.

The choked groan was music to Ronin's ears, and he began to move at a faster pace on his opponent's crotch. However, the claw to his face was unseen, and he yowled as Haru managed to get a bit of damage on him. But if anything, it helped him to crank that hold on more.

"Well, if you remember that, surely you'll remember…" He trailed off for a moment, ceasing the rubbing and aiming a nice blow for Haru's balls before latching back onto his thigh. From there, he would spin around and around and around, before moving to jump up and let go of Haru in order to chokeslam him down to the mat -- Haru's own finisher!

Despite having earned himself an even harder torture rack experience, the satisfaction of hearing Ronin's pained yelp was enough to keep fueling his resistance. He bit his lip to keep himself from giving Ronin the same satisfaction of a moan, but what was a man to do when his manhood was assaulted like this? "Ooooff! Ohohohoooo" Haru groaned in pain when his balls were nailed, making him twitch up as he reflexively tried to arch up.

Just then Ronin began to turn on his heels, starting to spin round and round. Wait a damn second, he knew that move! That arrogant little prick was using his own finisher against him! "You little...hurkk!" Haru growled but was cut short when Ronin leaped into the air. He was freed from his shoulders but his throat was claimed and the chokeslam was performed without a hitch. Haru's body bounced off the mat but he had not the strength to roll away as his breath had been stolen.

Haru coughed and groan as he laid cratered in his own ring. He reached one hand up to grasp his face while the other clutched at his back, all the while writhing in agony. Having never been on the other side of his own 'Tower of Terror', it was every bit as effective as he had designed it to be, and then enhanced further by the earlier chokeslam through the glass table. In fact, the only part of him ready to stand was his hardened cock, which stood at full attention thanks to Ronin's workings.

"Not so nice when your finisher is used against you, eh?" Ronin grinned as he managed to elicit those upset words from his opponent before the chokeslam hit, watching him as he bounced off the mat like a ragdoll. It worked perfectly. All of the moves he wanted to do worked perfectly. Well, not all of them, but those other "moves" would have to wait for another time. There was one last thing…

Ronin chuckled down at Haru, reaching down -- and grabbing him by his hair, dragging him over to the corner. Just to be safe, he made him face the pole and moved to slam Haru's face into it several times. The groggier the better for this last piece of the match. So long as that went off without a hitch, Ronin would pick Haru up and toss him over the ropes like a ragdoll, jumping down after him to pick him up again.

His revenge was almost done. Just a couple more things to do.

Haru still felt weak when Ronin dragged him over to the naked cornerpost, his steps fumbling and uncoordinated. There was no amount of weakness however that would compel Haru to allow Ronin to as he pleased, and to anticipate his action, Haru braced his hands on the pole. The first attempt to bash his head was softened by his own arms, flexing as he resisted the torment. Wising up to this tactic, Ronin wrenched Haru's right arm behind his back in a hammerlock.

Now with only one hand to defend himself, he was unable to muster the requisite strength and Ronin saw fit to continue his bludgeoning. DONG! DONG! DONG! the metal pole rang out as Haru's head and nose were rammed in. He was thrown out of the ropes in a daze, a small dribble of blood leaking from a cut lip and a small rivlet from the left nostril.

"Ngggghhhh" Haru moaned as he reached up to feel the bruised areas. His head was awash and his vision blurry as he crawled away from Ronin, the instinct buying him time to recover how he might.

"Y'know, you look even more attractive when you're bleeding," Ronin remarked, though immediately after he wondered why he even said it out loud. Another thing to cut. It's not like Haru had much of a conscious mind to acknowledge it.

Ronin reached down and picked the naked Haru up, flinging him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He knew he didn't have much time before Haru would begin to recover, so he made his way to Haru's room as quick as he could. Once there, he dropped Haru onto the ground, grabbing for his hair to tug him over towards the mirror to the side of the room.

He would try and pull Haru to his feet to stare at the two of them in the mirror before putting him into a one-arm chokehold, trying to get Haru's neck right in the crook of his arm and flex, using his bicep to regulate the air supply. And then he would go for the coup de grace -- he would move his right hand down to finish rubbing Haru off, so he would be able to see Ronin completely dominating him. "See? I'm no greenhorn, no damn jobber."

Haru was sluggish and mumbled an incoherent response as he was slung over Ronin's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. His vision went in and out of clarity and he could vaguely make out a sense of the living area shrinking from view, along with the referee silently trudging after him. As his head started to clear, he immediately recognized the look of his own bedroom! Haru groaned in protest at the headrush as Ronin flung him back down and whipped him around. He could feel the man's arm loop under his chin and compress his throat, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw that they had been positioned in front of his wall mirror.

Once Haru's eyes were open and the light in them restored, Ronin flexed his large bicep and secured the one-arm chokehold as he saw fit. His other hand played a naughty dance and glided down Haru's chiseled torso down to his still hard cock. It was then that he put two and two together and realized Ronin was trying to put him out in the best of copycat fashion. Rather than a studio audience, the mirror forced him to confront the visage of his own helpless form.

"How many times are you gonna jerk yourself off to this vid?" Haru coughed as the grabbed at Ronin's elbow. He tried to pry his fingers between the joint and his throat, buying more room for air to reach his lungs.

Ronin pulled Haru against his frame tighter, constantly thanking himself for remembering to buy the dance belt; it would ruin the humiliation if he managed to point out that he was getting off on this too. He kept Haru in place as he began to rub him off, before making a small snort in the other man's ear at the comment. "You seem very pre-occupied by the things I do personally. Do you spend a lot of time thinking about me, princess?"

As he felt those fingers at his shoulder, he released Haru's cock for a moment and aimed a strong punch for Haru's stomach, hoping to make him lose more air and much, much weaker. He moved that hand down to continue rubbing Haru off; if the punch didn't stop him, he had another idea to get Haru to stop.

But there was a minor victory; Haru didn't argue with him on the greenhorn or jobber part, meaning he had risen in his head. But why did he give a flying fuck? He shouldn't. He gave in a bit to the anger and began to rub Haru much faster, growling lightly in the blue-haired man's ear.

Truth be told, Haru had nearly forgotten all about Ronin in the time between matches. AFW was always looking for new talent, and when that supposed talent failed to make a good first impression, they were often snubbed shortly thereafter. This Ronin on the other hand seemed to hold some speck of greatness however, for it was true he had persuaded AFW into giving him this match after all. A shot to Haru's gut ripped him from those wandering thoughts and threatened to double him over, if it were not for the choke keeping him upright.

Haru could feel the rise and fall of Ronin's chest pressed so tightly into his backside, damn would those chiseled muscles be turning him on even more if he wasnt being hate-choked at the moment. Ronin worked him faster with more fervor and need, and when he growled predatorily into Haru's ear it stirred his loins further.

Again he bit his lip to fight off a moan, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he teetered between asphyxiation and ecstasy. It was futile trying to pry Ronin's arm away, he was too subdued when it began and his strength had only been sapped since then. One arm fell away from the struggle and swung at his side as Haru's eyes began to flutter.

But as if from some strange place of iron-will, Haru's body thrashed back to life with wide-eyes. Not yet! Not this day! And definitely not in his own bedroom! Though he was but moments from passing out, Haru returned to previous tactics that had not failed him. His dropped hand slid behind him, reaching for the front of Ronin's speedo as he tried to rub him through his shorts.

It had only been because of that last match that Ronin remembered Haru, and fixated on him so heavily. Had it been a loss any other way, it might have just been a learning experience and he would have moved on. But the fact that he had nearly won, but fell victim to Haru due to an erotic move…well, he couldn't think of anything but revenge after that.

Watching Haru's own tense frame in front of him, pressing into him, was doing things to his own body, though they were still mainly hidden. He grinned lightly as Haru bit his lip, knowing he would have moaned. He leaned in and kissed at Haru's neck, trailing it up to his jawline. "Go ahead. No one can hear you…" he murmured into Haru's ear, letting his breath tickle it lightly as he rubbed him more and more.

Then he felt that other hand pressing into his shorts, and he pressed against his hand, rubbing up against it. It didn't matter; Haru was going to climax first. He cranked the chokehold a bit as he thumbed the head of Haru's shaft. "Sorry princess, that's not gonna work on me this time." Except it kinda was; he was getting hornier by the second.

Haru thought he was doing a good job of resisting giving Ronin the satisfaction he sought, keeping anything but a pained grunt from escaping his lips. That was, until Ronin began to kiss at Haru's neck and trail up towards his chiseled jaw. The feeling sent his bodily instincts into overdrive, getting him to buck his hips into Ronin's hands, and to release the most delicious of moans. Had he a paler complexion, his true embarrassment at having done so would be painted cross his face with a flush. And then there was the thumb being drawn teasingly across his head, all in time with the rushed strokes. His orgasm was just moments away now.

Rubbing as though Haru did in return, he found he could not pin down the outline of a cock. Instead there was a soft shell beneath that black speedo, was he wearing a cup? Haru's eyes started to roll back as his knees went weak, causing him to violently erupt waves of cum forward into Ronin's hand and splattering across the mirror.

The wave of pleasure was more like a tsunami and Haru's consciousness was but a ill-built raft upon the waves. His orgasmic moan seemed to be Haru's final act as he slumped down in Ronin's arms, finally being choked out.