Hentaing forwards

The cool floaty rhythm of “Come as you are” by Nirvana started to play over the loudspeaker and as the drums kicked in at about the 10 second mark of the track, Leo Fandero came strutting out from the backstage area. He was dressed in a set of skin tight black leggings with a red and yellow lion motif sewn down the outer side of each thigh, a shimmering silver short sleeve shirt with the collar up and the front unbuttoned to show off his toned abs and chest, a black and white trilby hat that sat askew on top of his head and finally.. the hentai championship belt slung casually over one shoulder.

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Flashing a lopsided grin towards the audience, the Spanish ladies man headed down the rampway and slipped fluidly into the ring in front of the Tension audience. One of the ring announcer crew handed him a mic and he jostled it in his hand for a moment while he was waiting for the crowd to simmer down

“If you know me at all, you might know that I am not exactly the one to be eager to speak on the mic… Not that I’m shy or anything. Hell, I’d think that I’ve proven that I am anything but shy… Its just that I much prefer doing… other things rather than speaking about doing them things..” Leo grinned and then shuffled the microphone over to his other hand, turning to address the other side of the audience

“But it seems that Hentai competition has dried up a little off late… A shame, cause I like it wet… So I’m going to be reaching out to our magnanimous leader, Melissa Sellers. I’m sure we can get past the… lets say… previous misunderstandings and come together to work out a deserving number one contender for the Tension Hentai belt...” The crowd seemed please with the prospect of more hentai compition taking place and Leo waited for them to settle down once again...

That hair, so long and free and built for tugging. Those lips, soft and supple, with just the right amount of curve and not a crack to seen. Those azure eyes, glowing in the middle of his, casting out above a pair sweet cheekbones and a sharp chin and sinuous neck. A fine, firm, fit body, one with a shadow that had no doubt darkened the entrance of many gyms, but wasn’t too large.

So many men thought they could attract more women if they loaded themselves up with muscles, if they looked like whoever their favorite Alpha Male of choice was, had a body that belonged on whatever overpriced fitness magazine they belonged to. Leo Fandero didn’t seem to follow that school of thought. A man who knew that bigger wasn’t always better, and that there was value in having everything in the proper proportion.

So many words could be used to describe Leo: handsome, svelte, suave, delicious, sensual, champion, conqueror, provocateur.

As Rose waited on the other side of the curtain, she whispered one she hoped to add to the pile. ”Mine.”

A hush came over the crowd as an unfamiliar tune began to play and the lights dropped, casting the enter arena in a eerie red hue, while an unfamiliar figure appeared at the top of the ramp. He was a tall man, bald, in decent shape, native to Japan from the looks of him. The sort of person that most would’ve walked by without a second thought in the street.

The only thing that made him remarkable was what he work. His body was bare, save for a tight leather speedo to cover his most private part, and a studded collar around his neck.

He didn’t say a word to Leo. He only kneeled with his palms flat on the floor.

Next, came a woman through the curtains. A blonde, short in stature, with a shining face that would’ve been a good fit on any grocery store magazine. She was dressed in similar garb, with on the tiniest of tiny bikinis to cover her nipples and keep her ‘decent’.

She, too, knelt with her palms on the floor, only a few feet down from the first man. Still, not a word spoken.

More came after them, dressed the same, doing the same, saying the same - nothing. All while the music played and the crowd continued to look on in confusions,they’d formed a line leading to the ring.

Then, and only then, did Rose appear at the top of the ramp. A woman of modest build, but a shimmering red star in the darkness, all the same. Her leather glistened in the pale light, her nipples teased the world from behind the bare strings along her chest, and her blue eyes gleamed from underneath her officer’s cap. She held a thin white cane in her hands and a ruby red smile on her lips, blazing with the same color as her hair.

She made her way to the ring, stepping on the men and women who’d laid themselves out before her, her high heels never touching the floor. They winced as her weight dug into their backs, but never complained, never showed the least bit of resistance, as if they were perfectly content to be nothing but Rose’s placemats. She stepped over them every inch of the way, until she finally reached the end of the line and hopped up onto the apron.

She stood up slid, through the ropes, and approached Leo with confident strides, not showing the least bit of intimidation for this man or any concern about the prize he carried with him. Her eyes stayed forward, locked with his, as she stood before him and pulled the microphone to his lips, all so she could say one, single word.

”Kneel.”

Leo was going to say more but in the time he took to wait for the crowd to quieten down again, he was interupted by a tune that he did not reckognise playing over the loud speaker. shortly afterwards a man walked out wearing a strange assortment of leather speedos and a collar. This initially had Leo a little worried, he assumed that he would only attract women with his looks and despite knowing of male wrestlers with varying sexuality, he didn't think it was something that he'd ever have to think about. He was about to raise the microphone to his lips and address the guy before things went any further when he rather perculiarly kneeled down on the floor and another figure walked out behind him, this time a woman

The Spaniard was a little relieved that he apparently didn't have to deal with the potentially awkward scenario that he imagined was playing out, but at the same time the whole thing was rather confusing... and the confusion wasn't alleviated as further men and women came out and kneeled down in rows. Finally, the last woman came out... but she was different

"What are you not wearing...?" Leo mumbled to himself, a slightly amused grin playing at the corner of his lips. He wasn't irritated by the interuption... As he had said, he wasn't one for talking with the crowd anyway. He nonchalantly leaned back against the ropes and allowed this woman to make her entrance and approach to him over the bodies of all the others that had come out. She came right up to him to make her demand. Leo's eyes traced Rose's form and the generous amount of her body that she had left on display, then gave a slight chuckle

"Although its not the oddest request I've had, I'm afriad I'm gonna have to decline Sweetie..." He inclined his head with mock regret and then indicated with a thumb to his back "Doc says foreplay is all well and good, but I shouldn't put stilettos in my spine column... It creates bad posture"

Rose didn't expect Leo to kneel. Not really.

Oh, she would’ve accepted if, by some strange miracle, he did go along with it, either on a curious lark or  to satisfy whatever urges were taking him at the moment. But the Leo Fandero that she was looking for wasn’t the type of man to lay down so easily, and he hadn’t earn that belt by being a pushover. Like the best beasts of burden, he needed some breaking in first, which she was fine with. Taming was half the fun.

When he denied her with that silken voice of his and those sparkling eyes, she didn’t frown, didn’t look surprised, didn’t even move. For a moment, the only movement came from behind as her subs dispersed and made their way back up the ramp with their heads hung low. This was her moment, after all, and while she had no qualms bringing them along on her ventures, she wanted this moment to be singular. Hers alone.

She took the briefest of glances over her shoulder to make sure sure that they were all gone, and then stepped forward, moving deep into Leo’s personal space. The breasts he seemed to like were pressing against his chest, and her hand slid down the front of his waist until it found a nice, convenient bulge to fondle. An impressive one, if she had to guess.

Rose licked her lips, making their ruby red glow even brighter, and she started to move in for a wordless kiss. Close enough for them to share breaths, for their heat to mingle, for their skin to touch…

And that was the moment she chose to clamp down on his balls with a vice grip, clamping down through the fabric and squeezing with an iron grip, all while she repeated her demand in the same sweet voice.

”Kneel.”

The Ladies' servants? Slaves? decided to up and disperse back up the rampway, giving the two a little alone time or at least as much alone time they could have in front of an audience full of people. Rose slipped in closer, her nipples just barelly brushing against Leo chest underneath the bracers and the Italian woman's warming breath brushing against his lower lip in a very sensual manner.

Just as the girl was earning herself a little rise in the front of the Spaniard's leggings, she suddenly grabbed forwards and down.. clasping her hands around his ball sack. Leo immediately gasped in, his forming a large O shape as his body hunching over forwards and hishands went for the her invasive wrist... trying urgently to put a hault to what she was doing. He had two instinctive reactions, one being to freeze trembling captured by her grasp and completely at the mercy of her squeezing hand on his most tender and sensitive regions. The other was to try and take immediate action and strike out before his legs started to quiver and knees buckle... Luckily he ended up doing the latter.

Barely even thinking about what he was doing, Leo swung with his right forearm and elbow out to try and strike against Rose's chest and bust line... "Ngh!!!" his body twisting away to try and pull free from her savage clutches... instead turning his back partially towards her as he stumbled over towards the ropes for him to hold onto something for support from the pain in his loins

He struck her.

She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised, really. Most men tended to buckle after a good squeeze, falling to their knees with tortured squeals as she poured the pressure on, but as she’d previously establised, Leo didn’t fall into the usual categories. Therein laid the appeal.

But she hadn’t been expecting such a swift, vicious blow to come from him, nearly forgetting that he was a lover and a fighter. The hentai champion could throw a decent blow. It crashed hard into her chest and sent her stumbling back a few steps, releasing him from her clutches and giving him the freedom he craved. A shame he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for long.

Rose rushed towards him at a hurried pace, closing the gap with a sure stride. She raised her cane high, then swung it low, letting it sing as it sliced through the air and came down on his backside.

”Kneel.” Again.

”Kneel. And again.

”Kneel.” And again. Each strike harder than the last.

Unfortunately for Leo the damage had already been done in the short time in which Rose had clutched her gloved hand around his junk, he was now holding onto the ropes with one arm slung over the top rung to keep himself upright and had his back to the mystery foe, unable to defend himself momentarily as she came in for the kill

"Ahh!!" Leo yelled out as she cracked the cane across his rump, letting go of the ropes and dropping heavily down to one knee down just as she swung a second blow at the side off his ass and hip. With his. The sharp pain made him twist sharply to one side, coming off of the kneeling position instead slumping into something like a sitting position right against the bottom ropes... One of his hands remain dug deep between his thighs to try and ease the pain in his loins. Really he wanted to just wanted to go down and curl up in the fetal position, but such a position would leave him completely vulnerable to further attack... Although the position he was in right now against the ropes wasn't much better

There was something subtly sublime about the feel of a cane, striking against flesh. Rose had learned the ways of so many implements. The whips, the flails, the floggers, the chains. They all had their uses, their pros and cons, but the cane held a special place in her bleeding heart.

When Rose struck Leo, the vibration traveled up the cane and through her arm and flowed all about her body, head to toe. She cherished ever noise he made, treasured each cry, and didn’t bother to hold back her contented sighs and lewd moans. Fantasies flashed in front of her eyes, of a dark room with soundproof walls, with Leo held up on a cross, making such sweets sounds. Sounds she wouldn’t have to share.

The crowd was of a more mixed mind, with some of them cheering on the display of dominance and others crowing at her dastardly tactics. Rose paid little mind to either side. Her focus was firmly fixed on the man below him, gagging and gasping in pain. Quite a sight.

She stepped forward as he slumped against the ropes and let her shadow cast over his fallen form, staring at him from the gloom and shadow, a dark goddess over her unruly thrall. She didn’t move to stomp him or kick him or strike him, but she was leaning on the ball of her foot, poised to do so many things if he gave her reason to. A cobra, eager to strike.

”Tell me, Leo.” She reached out with her cane and pressed it against his chin, urging his head upwards. It was important that their eyes met and he saw her stony, stoic, stern glare. The warmth. The hunger. ”What have we learned?”

Leo wouldn't have been able to say that he shared Rose's keen attachment to the cane if she had expressed her feelings for the implement... But then again that was usually the case regarding implements of pain and the uneven relationship between giver and reciever of said instrument.

Eventually the multiple strikes down against his vulnerable form ceased and the dominatrix simply loomed in close over the Spaniard still slumped down against the ropes. She moved the cane to his chin, moving his head up so that she could speak to him more directly. The pain from the cane strikes his body still stung but it wasn't as debilitating as some wrestling slams or submission holds could be. So when Rose asked him what he had learned, he responded

"nnh.. that... there's probably easier ways to make someone kneel.." As soon as he said that, he struck out with her lower heel of his foot, trying to jab the kick right at her shin... If the strike brought her down to her knees then it would just be a bonus to add gravitus to his words, but instead of hanging around to see, Leo tried to roll to the side right afterwards, trying to use the ropes to get to his feet before further attacks could come

Vivacious, energetic, stubborn, dynamic - all words that Rose would use to describe Leo. Submissive? That was a word she longed to apply, but she knew it wouldn’t be as simple as giving him a few lashes, enjoyable as that was. She’d only begun to douse that fire in his eyes, she knew, and there was much work to be done before it was fully snuffed out.

Rose opened her mouth to reply after he gave her that pithy remark of his, but she wasn’t given the chance to utter a single syllable before he lashed out, kicking at her leg and bringing her down from both surprise and pain.

He struck her.

He. Struck. Her.

Leo had hit her once before, but she’d been willing to let it go, chalking it up to a mere reaction. This was brazen, a clear attempt to undermine her authority. The sort of thing with which she would not - could not - abide. There had to be consequences.

She went down to a knee for a moment and only a moment, before she moved after him with a viper’s swiftness. As he rose up, she moved in behind him, reached under his shoulders, and took a hot second to run her leathered hands down his chest. Sliding along the muscles, feelings the counters, pressing against his chest and his stomach and his waist, all while her breasts mushroomed against his back.

When that hot second was over, however, she switched gears on a dime, wrapping her arms around his waist to lift him up and send him flying backwards with a German Suplex. One of her favorite moves.