No Holds Barred Debut! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara

"Not a hentai match? What was that you said earlier? Something about "if you can't handle a few low blows, don't sign up for a no holds barred match?" Haru repeated back to him, slapping his cheek with his palm roughly. There was generally an unspoken rule that hentai matches were explicitly declared and not performed otherwise, but in Haru's opinion, desperate times called for desperate measures, and no holds barred meant nothing was off limits.

Ronin spit in Haru's face, a mixture of blood and saliva landing on the dark-skinned man's face. Haru's eyes narrowed slowly as he locked eyes with Ronin, and a blindingly quick fist barreled into the side of Ronin's face in retaliation. Haru squared up his arms in front of him, and bounced on his heels, proceeding to use Ronin's face, chest and gut as his personal punching bag.

Right, left, hook, jab, Haru pummeled on the defenseless newcomer without mercy. He punched and punched till his knuckles were sore, and when he was tired, he rose a boot up and placed it roughly against Ronin's crotch.

"Still alive in there?" he growled as he started to grind his foot down.

Ronin just replied with a knowing smirk. "Your actions have consequences. As long as you keep that in mind." Of course, it was something that he himself lived by himself, so he knew that the spit that he got on the dark skinned man's face would result in immediate blowback. And by blowback, it was an all out assault on his face and body.

He just let out a grunt with each blow, muscles and face tenderizing beneath Haru's powerful punches. Yet, after a while, he just began to laugh. A soft, raspy laugh, but a laugh nevertheless. He grinned lightly up at Haru, blood still covering his face, barely even able to sit up. But he grinned as much as he could, despite the pain. "That all you got, princess?"

Ronin gave a small yelp at the boot in his crotch, shifting and trying to get free. He growled lightly up at him, shaking his head. "I'm going to ruin you."

"Actions have consequences, huh? Maybe for people on your level" Haru sneered, dragging his boot down to peel the man's speedo back enough to expose the tip of his head. The crowd seemed to eat it up, which of course greatly pleased Haru in return.

"You'll come to find that you can't back up your words nearly as much as you think you can." Haru continued, placing his hands on his hips as he examined the tenderized beef in front of him. Despite taking more damage in the last few minutes than most men could handle, Ronin was still running his mouth, and that annoyed him.

Leaving Ronin's hands tied to the top of the post, Haru grabbed the man's ankles and lifted him up, tossing the man's weight to the outside lip of the ring. Haru's right arm hooked under the man's chin and pulled tightly back to keep him afloat, while his left trailed down to Ronin's waist.

"Since you're such a fan of hentai, why don't we finish things off that way?" Haru taunted in Ronin's ear, and his hand dipped completely into the black speedo.

Still, Haru couldn't help but sneer and jest at the comments that he was making. He shook his head quietly, making a small tsk -- though the movement was interrupted by the foot that peeled his speedo down a bit, showing off the head. That just riled him up all the more.

As Haru stood back and took a glance at him, Ronin leaned forward -- and spat once more at Haru, this time at his feet. "I will ruin you," he remarked in Japanese, grinning back up at him.

He grunted as he was lifted and moved back, still managed to keep afloat solely by Haru's hand. The comment he made, however, renewed his endeavor to fight back; he snarled loudly, struggling against the bonds all the more. When he moved his head back slightly, Ronin moved slightly, waiting to make sure he could feel the other's breath on his ear, his shoulder. He moved forward for a moment, as if in pain -- before slamming his head back into his opponent, hoping to get him right in the face and possibly break his nose.

Haru simply rolled his eyes when Ronin threatened to ruin him again, this time in their shared tongue. Little guys liked to make big threats all the time, especially when they were at a disadvantage. He took his time setting up the 'choke and stroke' as he called it in his head, angling Ronin back so he had to jutt out his chest just to stand.

Unfortunately for him, his attempt at a headbutt was ten seconds too late, as his head was just thrust back over Haru's shoulder instead. "That's cute, they teach you that in the amateur hour club?" Haru scoffed as his bicep dug into the man's neck. His choke and stroke was in full effect now as he worked the man from two angles. "It's tap, nap, or spray, what's it gonna be? Oh wait, you have no arms, spray and nap it is" Haru chuckled in deep amusement.

Well, that was his last shot at an attack. His arms were too badly wrapped up in the ropes, and now with the hand rubbing at him -- it was so good, feeling Haru around him, that muscled arm digging into his neck. He wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him. Yet, it was…strange, because he was actually getting excited by the fact that for once, he had a fight. This man had cheated in his own eyes, sure, but he wouldn't be able to do that again. And next time, he would be able to pin him down, cover that tanned, toned chest with his own, use that cocky mouth to…

Luckily, the other's comment about the tap, nap, and spray yanked him out of his revenge fantasy. He could feel his vision already beginning to swim, his cock already beginning to leak in Haru's grip, partly because of the fantasy, though mainly due to his current circumstances. He would never admit it, but he…liked being on the losing side. It didn't happen often in the past, so having it happen now…making him enjoy it…well, that was exciting.

Haru took the fact that Ronin wouldn't open his mouth to complain or taunt again as a sign that he was weakening by the second. He continued to rapidly stroke the man's length as sweat dripped down their bodies, mixing in areas where they were touching and falling to the mat. It was unclear whether Ronin was particularly susceptible to the choke or not, but it was clear the eroticism had gotten to him. He'd wait until he felt the man's balls about to churn and then he'd quickly pull back his hand and the speedo with it, forcing Ronin to cum inside his speedo and stain through the fabric.

He clapped the drowsy man's face roughly as he reached over to untie his hands, that way he could toss him back into the ring. Haru pounced on Ronin's prone form to immediately strip him, peeling off his cum-soaked speedo and then planting himself atop the man's pecs for a schoolboy pin.

With a wicked grin, he took the stained clothing and forced it inside Ronin's mouth. At nearly the same time, the referee came and slid to the ground, slapping his hand to the mat once a pin condition had been satisfied.

"ONE...!"

It was true; he was giving in with each passing second, each passing stroke. Ronin wanted nothing more than to climax, but he had to keep himself as much as he could. Of course, even "as much as he could" wasn't that much. He climaxed rather quickly, right into his own speedo. He moaned loudly at the climax, with a soft "H-Haru…!" coming from his lips, just loud enough for Haru himself to hear.

Though he was done after that. He was untied from the rope and easily tossed into the ring, groaning softly as his outfit was stripped off of him. But then it was shoved into his own mouth, which he made a soft surprised noise at, working to try and get it out! But his arms were pinned at his sides, and he was still dazed from the choke and stroke.

"TWO…!"

THREE! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Haru pumped both fists in the air and roared in gleeful triumph as the match ended in his victory! He stood up and placed his foot atop Ronin's chest, flexing his arms as he grinned and showed off for the audience. Although it had been close there towards the middle, Haru had pulled out ahead and demolished Ronin both physically and sexually, not to mention the humiliation of being stripped down in your first official appearance.

Looking down at his fallen foe, he couldn't help but go for one more taunt to really dig into the guy's spirit. "You might want to consider another 10 years of training before you hit the big leagues, chump" Haru laughed, slapping Ronin's face harshly. He "accidentally" kicked Ronin's side as he stepped over him, blowing kisses to the crowd and showboating the entire time he made his exit.

WINNER: HARU FUJIWARA