Tomás Ferreira vs. Asp -First Time For Everything

[GoingBananas]

Before that, it was a Poisonrana that spiked his head damn near through the mat itself. When he woke up from that brief moment of confusion, Tomás swore he wouldn’t be caught out like that. By itself, one strike from Asp wasn’t a game-changer compared to his own. But when it’s accumulated and snowballed during the fight, they really start to add up. So long as he doesn’t fall into that trap, he would be fine.

Funny how it all played out.

Tomás wasn’t knocked out again, but he would have preferred that to the moment of panic and shock in his mind he was going through. He was barely cognizant of his surroundings, but his physical body was on pause. Neck, back, chest, and shoulder radiating with pain. And the sudden inability to breathe made his mind race. Said mind would feel lightheaded, dizzy, dazed, and it wouldn’t go away until the diaphragm relaxes and breathing returned with short, gasping breaths.

A physically and mentally jarring experience, the Nak Muay would not recommended.

Even then, Tomás wouldn’t move straight away. It was impossible to do that when the glassy look of his eyes went, and his muscles felt weighed down with exhaustion. However, he was focused on where he was now, even the foot that was pressed on the side of his head, a bit dusty and warm from the friction of the mats. As a whiff of the aroma soon hit his nostrils, causing another twitch below the belt, he wondered how long Asp was going to keep him like this. If his body soon resets, he might be able to kick at her legs, perhaps.

Unfortunately for Tomás, Asp wouldn’t remain there for long. Stepping over the Nak Muay’s hardened, unbroken body, she sat on his lap…yet another similar position. If he wasn’t a believer in Déjà vu, then he is now.

However, unlike that little moment of passion, Asp had pain in store this time. Her legs slithered and wrapped around his, unsure of what exactly she was planning. Though as the redhead pinned his hands above his ashen crown, that very thing turned out to be very much needed.

Tomás yelped and grunted in pain the moment Asp suddenly stretched his legs to an intensely uncomfortable degree. While he’s more flexible than the normal couch potato, he wouldn’t call himself bendy, either. His inner thighs, hips, and groin muscles were set on fire, feeling the pressure radiate all over his legs. The grapevine showed a strong sense of immobilization, as Tomás’s lower body is pinned down and Asp is using her weight to keep him firmly on his back, making it hard to move or escape. Along with the physical strain, he felt vulnerable, as he was fully stretched and unable to control his movement. Neither could he control the tenting of his shorts being exposed for all to see.

[BlackAkuma]

While making him orgasm would no longer give her a point towards winning the match, Asp recognized that working him over could still be of value to her, especially when it came to closing the gap between their skill levels. He was strong, intelligent, a true challenge, but he was still a man at the end of the day, with all the buttons she knew how to press and all weaknesses she knew how to exploit. It seemed that Tomas was particularly vulnerable to them, and she was starting to suspect that his earlier reticence didn’t merely stem from a lack of experience with hentai matches. How long had it been since a woman had been this close to him? How long since he’d shared warmth?

So, then, the grapevine was uniquely structured to make use of her strengths. Her flexibility, obviously, forcing his body into a positon that was agonizing for him but barely noticeable to her, making use of her leg strength. Beyond that, it gave her the chance for more intimate contact. Chests grinding together, legs sliding alongside each other, the relentless friction of their hips grinding, filling the ring the sound of slapping flesh every time she punctuated the hold.

She leaned in, let her hot breath slide over his neck, as she whispered heated words into his ear. ”I trust this isn’t too much for you, Tomas. A submission would be so disappointing.”

A tease. Sometimes, she couldn't resist.

She kept up the pressure in multiple ways, flexing her legs and bringing Tomas to his limits. At the same time, she started to press against his shoulders with her spare hand, trying to force his shoulders against the mat for a pin - she doubted it would work, but it would ensure that he had to waste even more energy to keep himself off the canvas, making her overall job easier.

[GoingBananas]

The muscles in his legs started to burn, put under the intense stress of keeping that deep stretch longer than he'd wanted, lower limbs pulled beyond his natural limits.

At the same time, Tomás remains pinned beneath Asp, unable to move his lower body as she uses her weight to press him down to the mat. A pressure on his chest was felt as she leaned in, her bosom mashing against his hardened pecs. Feeling the warmth and the scent from the redhead as she leaned in, Tomás's breaths came in shallow, labored gasps. She's not too small so that she can cover his body completely, all while the tension builds steadily, with every movement he makes seemingly tightening the hold further. His hamstrings and groin muscles ache from the strain and the more he tried to resist, the more his muscles screamed in protest.

Mentally, it was a mix of frustration and vulnerability. Stretched and exposed, the sensations dragged on with a slow, agonizing pull. Tomás doubt Asp fights till someone is injured, but he feels like he's being split apart, damn near. The longer he remains in the hold, the more it becomes a mental battle. Tomás's mind raced with thoughts of escape, yet the relentless tension in his legs kept reminding him how tightly he was bound.

And he knew what she was doing with her hips, almost brushing up against the tented member, as if also going through a similar battle to resist. "Nnnnngh! Não...! Not...giving...ghhh... up....!...P-...pé-aaaagghh!"

However, as the moments stretch on (pun intended), the intensity of the sensations heightens. The searing pain in his thighs and groin gradually transitions from sharp discomfort to a deep, pulsating ache that invades every fiber of his muscles. At that point, his legs didn't feel like his own, but like objects being manipulated by the serpent's will. Tomás's body naturally fights back against the unnatural position instinctively trying to pull his legs inward, but the force of his opponent's legs against his is like a vice, unyielding and powerful.

"1!"

And if that wasn't enough, this position can also double as a pin too. Another thing for Tomás to think about, other than the prospect of being a cripple. Tomás bucked his shoulders up, learning that much from his time in the league. Never give up. Never surrender. But without a means of escape, he was never getting out, either.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp took care not to stretch Toman’s legs too far, not wanting to push him to the breaking point. She would’ve extended that courtesy to almost anyone, but it was doubly so in his case - he had been a gentleman from the start, kind and courteous, and the last thing he deserved was to be given a serious injury over a relatively meaningless match. She was out to hurt, but never to injure, and she didn’t want to do anything here that either of them would regret. She cherished her friends, and would like to count him amongst that number.

That being said, however, she was only going to go so easy. She was still of a mind to win this match, and he continued to writhe beneath her, she could feel some of the confidence she’d had earlier on begin to return. Tomas was her superior standing up, but now that they were vertical, it felt as if the momentum was shifting in her favor. Even better, it would hardly matter if he did escape at this point - with his legs hurting like this, she was damaging his two best weapons while giving her legs a moment to rest, almost as if she was sapping the energy clean out of it.

The only problem was that it wasn’t getting her anywhere anytime fast. To Tomas’s credit - and her minor annoyance - he held in there, refusing to surrender even as she amped up the pressure and brought him to the breaking point. He even had the presence of mind to avoid a pinfall, getting his shoulders off the mat before the second count could be reached. Smart man. Stubborn man.

As effective as this was, Asp saw the need to change things up, to bring this match to an actual conclusion. If she couldn't make him tap out, it might be best to go with her second best option - putting him to sleep.

Asp abruptly let up on the grapevine, untangling her legs and shuffling up his body until she had his chest straddled. With a hold on his head, she threw herself to the side and pulled his head in between her thighs, while her ankle slid in behind her knee joint, trying to squeeze him with a figure-four headlock, putting her lower body strength to good use.

[GoingBananas]

Time seems to drag out in this hold. The ache becomes a deep, throbbing exhaustion that permeates his entire lower body. The tightness in his hamstrings, and the tension in his hips growing unbearable as if the muscles were about to be ripped by the bone if stretched further. The urge to submit - to give in and end the pain - becomes harder and harder to resist. Tomás himself knows how one’s mental is important in the fight. There can be a point where the mind begins to surrender before the body, acknowledging that the longer you stay there, the worse it will get. As if it’s trying to preserve you.

And yet, Tomás chooses to fight on, pushing through in the struggle of pride vs. pain. Said pain was creeping into his back and core and every breath felt like it was taken against the weight of a thousand pounds. The sensation of helplessness becomes suffocating in itself, taunting the Portuguese man to accept reality: the only way to end this is by submitting.

Pride is the only thing keeping him in this. And pride was the reason why he forced his body to break the count.

But pride was also the reason why he continued to suffer. Realizing that his will was too strong to break, Asp shifted her tactics. Fighters like Tomás would rather fight through rather than lose via ref stoppage. Fighters like Tomás would risk a bone snapping or a ligament being torn if it means fighting on to win. This leaves one option to deal with fighters like Tomás.

Tomás would suddenly find relief in his legs as Asp’s lower limbs quickly slithered away from his. Tomás experienced immediate relief as Asp’s lower limbs quickly moved away from him, releasing the grapevine. However, the lingering soreness serves as a reminder of how thoroughly he was controlled. His legs, among his main offensive tools, trembling and weak. And it would be awhile until he could walk by his own power. Unfortunately for him, this wasn’t the end of his torment.

The Nak Muay could barely process what was happening to him as Asp slid further on top of his body. He felt her weight shift and her hips roll forward over him, coming down over his head and face, stifling his airways. Each muffled groan he made could only come hot and strangled against Asp’s groin.

Tomás was in trouble now. No matter how much bigger or stronger he was, even a trained fighter like him could only last so long when the serpent’s legs compressed his carotid, blocking off the flow of blood to the brain. Already his vision was growing blurry, and his muscles were failing him, feeling like weighted bricks. Even more so for his head, felt like being squeezed in a vice. A claustrophobic and painful sensation, like his head is being gradually crushed under the immense pressure.

[BlackAkuma]

Tomas was going to sleep. It was inevitable at this point.

It was unfortunate, in a way. In any other sort of match, she would’ve been surely defeated by him. He was the superior fighter, with far greater experience in traditional venues, and the only reason she was even still in the match was thanks to the stipulation. If he was more versed in sex fighting, if he had been accustomed to the nuances, he would tip the odds in his favor. She strongly suspected that, if they tried this again, in a years or so, the outcome would be much different.

But this wasn’t then. This was now. In the now, he was on the floor, struggling and flailing, as her legs proceeded to choke him out an alarming rate. While he was putting up a far better fight than most, even the strongest fish in the lake could be caught by a good hook. The match was, essentially, over.

But that didn't mean he had to go out empty-handed. He had been a good partner throughout all of this, a willing participant, and a fair competitor. Some compensation was owed.

She wouldn’t release her headlock, but that didn’t mean she couldn't add some pleasure to the pain. Asp rolled over and maneuvered behind his head, choking him from the back instead of the front. A position that changed little, save for one important thing: It put her foot close to his lap, where his cock stood at attention, as if waiting for her touch.

It would not have to wait long, either, as she attended to it with slow, steady strokes, pushing him back to the brink he’d been at not too long ago. These things were hard to say for sure, but she intended on getting one, final climax out of Tomas, before he slipped away into a blissful slumber…

[GoingBananas]

As soon as it was applied, his fate was sealed and the feeling of confinement hit him immediately. Nobody would have judged Tomás for accepting his fate right there and then. Nobody except for Tomás himself.

Tomás put up a struggle as his head is yanked between Asp’s silky legs, but he might as well be a kitten fighting a lion at this point. A young cayman not yet grown against an anaconda, only able to put up the most token of struggles. It got him nowhere except for the warm, lovingly harsh embrace of those powerful lower limbs.

He instantly noticed the constriction around the neck and the side of his head. Shin cuts right into the throat, making it difficult to breathe. With each pulse of Asp’s legs, the grip around its prey tightens. Strong and well-developed as he is through his training, nothing could train the neck to struggle against such relentless force. Soon it was his jaw and temples, leading to a dull, throbbing pain that radiated through his skill. Blood flow was restricted, his head beginning to feel heavy and his windpipe couldn’t get the necessary oxygen to feed his brain.

In short, there wasn’t anything good that came from this. The only thing Tomás would be fighting is the inevitable enveloping darkness that is unconsciousness.

Perhaps Asp knew this and went about giving him the send-off he deserved. The redhead shifted positions, yet not relenting with the headlock. Which was easy to do, considering the Portuguese were nearly out like a light. At first, Tomás didn’t understand the point of the changing of positions. But even with the black spots almost obscuring his vision, the feeling made him realize the Water Snake’s intention. All to give attention to the stiffened member who felt abandoned and would have followed Tomás in unconsciousness.

Tomás might not see much, but he could feel it, that foot rolling and gliding over his cock, slicked by the leaking throes of passion as it crumbled with each stroke. It was a slow and gentle pace, and many were skeptical if Asp would have gotten one out of him again before he slipped into slumber.

Much to their surprise, it wouldn’t take much time or effort at all. Just a few gentle strokes were all needed to set alight all the jolts and tingles of pleasure; his climax striking him like a bolt of lighting. The Portuguese’s manhood began to spasm under her, a warm pulse of his passion oozed and erupted as it succumbed to her touch. If Tomás’s shorts weren’t made of a harder material, Asp would have witnessed quite the show, possibly experiencing an eruption like a geyser. Instead, it would create a stain from the inside, each jolt of pleasure more powerful than when his manhood was inside of him.

A shame Tomás wouldn’t get much time to savor it. As soon as he found release, the added relaxation from the initial tension aided him towards a peaceful slumber. His body became lax, limp underneath the redhead, signaling that the inevitable came. In more ways than one.

[BlackAkuma]

There, there. Let it happen. Nice and slow and easy. That’s the way.

Asp’s background served her well here, her dancing skills giving her feet there were far more malleable than most. Her flexibility was a large part of it, but she could use her toes in deft ways beyond what others could perform. In her line of work, every movement had to be calculated, and her balance had to be flawless, translating to toes that she could control with delicate precision, manipulating them as deftly as many could with their fingers. She speculated that she could even write a decent signature with them, though she had never cared to try.

As it turned out, that translated to giving amazing footjobs. Who would have guessed?

Tomas certainly seemed to approve, with what little consciousness he had left. His wagging member responded to her touch, stiffening further and reaching its previous hardness, a sure sign that she was making good progress. The only question was whether or not she could get him to the promised land while he was still awake enough to enjoy it, as if she were in a race against herself.

Luckily for them both, it didn't take too much time. A stroke here, a touch there, a little twist, a little tweak, and just like that, he was done. She looked with satisfaction as the spot grew within his pants and a heady scent filled the air, mixing with the acrid taste of their combined sweat. Well-timed, too, because she could feel the man withering between her legs, on his way to a blissful slumber.

Going, going…gone.

Asp released him immediately as the referee called for the bell, not wanting to hurt him more than necessary. She came over to raise her hand in victory, but the Water Snake quickly waved her off, caring little for the accolades. Her only concern was for the man she had defeated, the one currently sleeping between her legs. Her ‘prisoner’.

Asp laid his head to rest, gentle setting it on the canvas, before she stood up and looked down on him, her head and brilliant red hair eclipsing the arena lights. She smiled down on him and waited, wanting to be the first thing he saw when he came to.

[GoingBananas]

Tomás slowly begins to regain consciousness after some time, his senses swimming back through a fog of confusion and pain. His eyelids flutter, heavy and reluctant to open as his world greets him with a blurry focus. And there she was, the victorious serpent standing over him. It wasn’t the first time he’s knocked out, and it would be foolish to think it would be the last. The feeling of floating in a dense, murky void, with no clear grasp of where he was or what had just happened, is a familiar one.

Groaning, he shifts himself, his body stiff and sluggish, pretty much emerging from a long sleep. His movements were slow and disconnected, only getting to the point of rolling onto his front. Where he would be facing the last thing that grants him a happy ending. Immaculate and unstained, thanks to his shorts. His ears ring with a high-pitched whine that drowns out any sound around him. Gradually, as Tomás’s awareness sharpens, he makes sense of the sensations assaulting his body. Sore jaw, stiff neck, discomfort down his spine, and muscles tense and tight as it all reacts to the trauma.

He blinks hard, his vision finally clearing. And once he gets through the foggy heaviness, Tomás pushes up on all fours, before sitting on his heels, looking up at Asp. “Não há outra maneira de o dizer, cobra. You fought well.” He sighed. The vulnerability lingers in his mind. A dull frustration starts to build alongside the physical pain, but it’s tempered by the exhaustion coursing through his body.

“So…what’s next?” The ashen-haired man takes a few deep breaths, his heart still racing from the adrenaline. That and the apprehension, remembering what’s in store for the vanquished.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp breathed a long sigh of relief when Tomas came to, confirming that he was still well enough to realize what was happening around him. She was no doctor, but she knew that being choked out wasn’t exactly conducive to a long, productive life, and she’d had some small fears about that. But no, he seemed healthy enough, and in relatively good spirits for a man who’d just lost a match. But then, he’d gotten two orgasms in a short amount of time, so perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised.

He was fine, aware, and coherent, enough to ask a poignant question: What next?

Asp tapped her chin as she contemplated the answer. While she wasn’t above sensuality in her matches and playing the role of a dominant, she had never been the type to extend that outside of the ring. The idea of controlling another person against their will was, frankly, anathema to her, and she had no use for servants, no desire to make Tomas serve her in any capacity. She could have simply released him from such obligations. So far as she was aware, there was nothing stopping her.

But, on the other hand, it did seem like something of a waste, especially when she could make something out of the opportunity.

”Next?” She shrugged. ”I go home. Draw a bath. Soak, clean myself. Catch something on Netflix, perhaps. Then, I sleep. As for what’s next between you and I, well…” She leaned down and ran her finger under his chin, grazing the skin as she looked down into his eyes. ”I’ll think about it.”

And she left it at that. Without another word, she nodded his way, turned about, slipped through the ropes, and promptly made her way up the ramp, never looking back. While she didn’t take pleasure in torture, she wasn’t above messing with Tomas’ head. Just a touch.