Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Yuto could feel his cheeks flushing from the way Sophia addressed him, feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassment at the same time. He whimpered slightly as her nails scratched his skin lightly, but the moment he felt the woman's hand on his shaft, he couldn't help but to let out a soft moan. The question that came afterwards did make him think for a moment, though.

"Ah... um... p-please..." the boy paused briefly, considering what he's going to say for a moment nervously. "P-please... make me c-cum... S-Sophia-sama..."

Sophia’s wicked smile turned a darker shade with the weak, desperate words pleaded so close to her ears. She reached out and took each of Yuto’s hands and yanked them forward to leave him dangling over the middle rope by his arms and his full mast out for the world to see, point, and laugh at. And she made sure it would stay that way as she pulled down on the top rope and pulled the middle rung high, wrapping them around Yuto’s forearm on one side, then the other. His own personal pillory.

All that was missing was the neck.

Sophia draped herself over his back and wrapped an arm around close to his neck. Her lips drew close to his ear and let warm breaths tickle him from behind.

“Louder.”

Yuto didn't resist as Sophia tangled his arms on the ropes, exposing him and making him completely defenseless. He then felt her arm around his throat, her breaths brushing her ear as she spoke to him, sending a small shiver through his back. Just what was it about this woman that made her scary yet alluring at the same time? He swallowed before speaking louder.

"P-please make me cum Sophia-sama...!" the boy could feel his face heating up, blushing deeply from his loud plead.

Sophia’s lips stretched to a razor. It never failed. That mewling sound of expelling their own weakness into the ether. She could savor it like aged wine, belly it like a pungent vodka. Yuto’s proclamation received a humorous reply from the audience with his humiliation laid bare for everyone to see. The Russian sighed hotly into the back of his neck, rubbing her toned stomach and half-bare breasts up and down against him.

Her leg slowly came up from between his legs, brushing against the inner tigh until she reached his fully erect member above. As her thigh rubbed and kneaded his balls, her knee brushed the underside of his pulsing cock. She started slow at first, then built into a steady rhythm one after the other, delivering that relief it was so desperate for.

Yuto gasped as he felt Sophia's thigh brushing his leg and he moaned a little when the woman's knee reached his manhood. While Sophia was slowly stirring up his arousal again, he could only wriggle around in the corner while gazing nervously at her.

Part of him wanted to move his hips along the rhythm of her stroking, but he also didn't want to upset her from doing something on his own. Not when he's in such vulnerable position. Who knew what kind of punishment Sophia would deliver from this range.

"Haaa... uhhh... mmmh..."

The Russian slipped a hand free from the chokehold, easing up on the pressure as it instead went low and slid around Yuto’s bare waist. She pulled him closer against him, assuming control over his entire body as her lone eyes peered over his shoulder, threatening to lock her malevolent gaze with his own.

“That’s right.” Sophia whispered with an icy chill. “Сперма, сука. Будь моей прямо сейчас.” Her tone was far from playful anymore. It was a demand to do exactly what he was no doubt fearing, pushing him towards that inevitable cliff that the Japanese boy was all too eager to approach at a breakneck pace.

Yuto wasn't sure what Sophia was saying, but at that point it didn't really matter anymore. There's only one outcome from this situation, and it's going to happen soon enough. He could feel his body tensing up, shuddering, leaning slightly against his captor, his head rolled back a little as his manhood began to spasm.

"Aaahh...!!" the boy bucked her hips a few times as he came, his juices spurted out to the mats while he's writhing around cutely against Sophia.

Despite the outcome of the match and his utter demolition by his opponent, Yuto felt somewhat at ease as he realized that the match had ended. It's been quite a rough night so far from him compared to the other bouts he had in this league so far, but at least it's now finished... right?

Behind Yuto’s cry was an equally lustful Russian moan close behind his ear. Feeling the strength suddenly leave his fit frame sent chills down her back and stood every hair up on end. Those muscular arms pulled him even closer against him, draining the youthful spirit of every drop.

She watched as his spray erupted and stained the mats only a few feet below. After a few pumps he was completely finished. It was slightly disappointing. He wasn’t nearly as potent as she had expected from someone so...tender. But he made up for it with enthusiasm. His mewls brought a rare smile to her face. Her leg retracted from his between his legs, planting a few kisses along the side of his neck as she felt him finally relax in her grip. Her free hand ran fingertips along his pecs, down his stomach and over his sides, easing every bit of tension to welcome him down from his euphoria. He had earned himself a reprieve.

For a moment.

“Good boy.” Her hand slowly slipped back to the arm around his neck, slowly relocking the rear naked hold around him. With a powerful swell of her muscles, inch by inch, she constricted him like a python and pressured those tired lungs to a wistful dream.

"Hnngg...?!"

Yuto grunted as he felt the arm of Sophia returned to his neck, squeezing whatever remaining of his strength. Unfortunately, the boy was too weakened to even protest, and so he could only squirmed slightly before his consciousness slipped away, his eyes gradually closed as his vision fading. His body limped against Sophia's only to be kept still because of the binding from the ropes.

Only four seconds. That had to be getting close to her personal best. Sophia took the liberty of counting the moments from when she applied the pressure to the instant she saw the light fade from Yuto's eyes. She hadn't expected him to give in quite so quickly, maybe even fight on reflex if nothing else for those last vestiges of life. He may have been more mentally resigned than she'd given him credit for.

It matters little in the end. Sophia untangled her arms and stepped away, admiring her handiwork as the audience showered their rapacious cheers and jeers. Mostly the former. Poor boy, so little to forward to inside of this particular arena it seemed. That was fine, if either of them were being honest. Broken on his knees was a look that suited men like Yuto best. A tongue flicked between her lips, already feeling herself reminisce.

She slipped his arms free of the ropes and let his body fall in a worthless heap to the canvas. Smirking and with a kick to his back, she rolled the Japanese boy out of the ring and to the mats below, letting letting him roll in his pen waste. She savored the sight from on high, resting an elbow over the top rung as her other hand redid the zipper on her top.

"Spokoynoy nochi." The operative put two fingers to her lips and blew Yuto a kiss from above before she stepped through the ropes and made her slow march out of the lights to the back. A thinly-laced smile could still be seen on her lips, a mind dwelling with devious thoughts that she took with her into shadows. Perhaps this night was still young.