A Good Night to Remember

It did a little more than just even the odds. Raiden was completely taken off guard by Dave's elbow to his head, making him yelp lightly and let go of the man in his grip, reaching up to grip his skull. Shit, Dave wasn't nearly as weakened as he let on. Then Dave managed to slam a punch into his abs, getting another yelp out of the Japanese man and making him double over with a soft groan. Shit, he was fucked over -- and that was before his head slammed against the wall.

Clearly, the teasing did the trick; it was like a brand new Dave he was facing here. He groaned for a moment, his vision swimming as he reached up to touch his head, make sure that he didn't start bleeding. Luckily, he hadn't. He slowly got back onto his hands and knees, though his eyes were already beginning to get glassy; he didn't have a lot of tolerance for head blows, and the elbow and wall sure did the trick.

"Awwwww what's the matter sexy? I thoughht you were sooooo strong." Dave purred into Raaiden's ear, tilting his opponent's head up to face him. He would notice the glassy eyes and slight bit of drool from his mouth, signs that his wall strike did more damage than the thought. Raiden was gonna be out for a while, that was certain.

Leaning in, Dave kissed Raiden deeply, making out with his jobber friend with clear and obvious dominance. When he pulled away he leaned closer to whisper in his lover's ear, "My turn now."

A fist flashed by, lightly striking Raiden in the side if his head. Dave would aim half a dozen shots at his skull and his vulnerable abs.

Raiden couldn't help but look at Dave after he purred into his ear with a bit of playful anger at him -- or was that just a hint of real anger? He couldn't form his words quick enough to reply, instead getting his lips taken over by Dave's, pressing against him with a small, unwanted moan -- just enough to show Dave that he was the dominant person at the moment. No, Raiden had to get back in the match!

But then Dave began to strike at his head and his abs, making him grunt and yelp at particularly heavy punches, unable to do much more than grab for the sheets. It was totally karmic payback for how he played with Dave those four times, practically treated the guy like a doll -- this was only natural to occur. Drool was beginning to drip from the corner of his mouth, and he wasn't responding with nothing more than a grunt, a yelp, or a nicely placed moan -- it was Dave's time to shine now.

Keeping his boyfriend on his unsteady feet, Dave lightly jabbed at Raiden's exposed stomach. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to just knock him about and toy with him. Hell, Raiden had tight abs that were just begging to be punched. Also that dazed, drooling look was way too hot on him. Grinning mischievously, a hand wrapped around Raiden's throat. He gave a few squeezes around his lover's neck, before lifting him up into the air. He grunted as he held up Raiden for a few seconds, before throwing him down in a chokeslam.

"Looks like your luck has run out huh?" he teased, placing a foot on his opponent's chest.

The only time Dave had been sexier than he had in this moment, playing the dominant one in the match, was when he was jobbing. Raiden found himself so irrevocably turned on by this fact that he couldn't focus on trying to turn things around on Dave, he could only let out a groan as he was punched in those tight abs. He shook his head for a moment, trying to get that glassy look out of his eyes and keep himself from getting too badly stuck on any other blows, but it was too late. Before he knew what was going on, Dave had him lifted up in the air by his neck.

The Japanese wrestler gasped for air, struggling for a moment and tried to get out of his grip, but those seconds were a lot shorter than he was expecting. He slammed down to the mattress with a yelp, stunned there for a few moments -- but it was clear by that massive bulge in his crotch that he was enjoying it. And enjoying it a lot. A soft moan slipped from his lips as he moved to try and wipe the drool away from his mouth with a sluggish hand.

Noticing the bulge, Dvae chuckled, dragging Raiden up gently by his hair. He took care not to cause too much pain as he shoved his lover against the wall. Keeping him pinned with one hand, Dave leaned in to kiss him deeper, letting his tongue snake into the other's mouth. After a few moment's of french kissing, Dave pulled back, with his hand moving down Raiden's chest and over those sexy abs.

"Ohhhhhh Raiden, don't try to fight back. I know what weakens you. What makes you go all weak at the knees." Dave whispered, nipping lightly at Raiden's ear before grabbing his lover's cock, slowly massaging it and pumping it to full attention.

Raiden groaned for a moment as he was dragged up by his hair, pressed against the wall roughly. Well, roughly enough to get Raiden's cock throbbing in those nice silk underwear, though his head still lolled down a bit from all the head shots. Of course, that just meant that Dave was able to take the kiss easily, Raiden giving a small moan against his lips as he let his tongue move to try and fight him back for dominance -- and still failing, even in his own mouth. What was wrong with him? Typically, he could put up much more of a fight, but…he was just a toy for Dave to play with now. Not that he minded, of course, but he couldn't help but remember that weird nightmare he had a while ago…

Dave's voice cut through his thoughts, making him begin to groan as his cock was pumped, pressing up against that hand. "Nn…nice try, Dave…! But I'll still win this!" he replied, shifting forward, trying to use his own weight to press up against Dave, his hand reaching over to try and push his boyfriend's underwear down so he could get him to trip over them and fall back!

"Oh no you don't!' Dave yelled, his fist rocketing up just as Raiden bent over, slamming into the other's lower jaw in a perfect uppercut. There was no way Raiden made it out of that unscathed, leaving the road clear for an easy knockout. Dave would smile and watch Raiden stumble after the blow, his own cock hard from the sheer domination.

Raiden couldn't even get past his own reversal without getting completely obliterated. He yelled out as Dave's punch got him straight in the jaw in a textbook uppercut, slamming him back against the wall with a grunt and causing him to slide down, groaning. He opened his mouth to say something, something about possibly still turning things around? But he was mumbling, pretty much incoherent.

But he looked up at Dave with that glassy look, and it was clear not only from his throbbing shaft but from the piece of him that was still coherent that he was loving every second of it. He would question himself and his own worth later, sure -- but right now, this is what he wanted.

Just as Raiden was sliding down the wall, Dave yanked him up to his feet, turned on by the glassy look in his mismatched eyes, and the throbbing bulge in those hot silk shorts. It was all just perfect!

"Oh I'm not done yet Sekushī." Dave purred in his ear, calling him sexy in Raiden's native language, "I wanna have just as much fun playing with you!"

Deciding to goof off for a moment, Dave grabbed a nearby pillow, and brought it down in an overhead swing, not unlike swinging a steel chair, to slam into Raiden's head. It would knock him back, but not too much. That gave Dave the opening to pin Raiden against the wall, with the american grinding their erections together.

"You look so fucking hot when you are a jobber." Dave growled, kissing and sucking at his lover's neck.