Dance With The Devil - "Iron Will" Ryota Vs. Jeanne Alfonso

Jeanne could sense the fear in Ryota, how the poor's boy body shivered in subtle fear, and the futile way he wriggled as if it might grant him some small hope of escape. But Jeanne wasn't going to allow him even the slightest chance of freedom, and the half-incubus grinned deviously as he spiked his victim's head into the canvas.

He let the boy collapse to the ground, but rested his head in his lap while caressing his gloves across his opponent's cheeks in a coquettish way, smiling at Ryota as the boy began to stir. It was obvious however, that the boy had taken that last hit hard, and Jeanne could play with him at his leisure.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, kitten~" He licked his lips hungrily at the sight of the boy beneath him. Ryota was in the perfect position...what better time to debut that little treat of a move but now? "There's still a good few acts to go through in our show now. I bet you'll love this one."

Jeanne fell back and allowed his legs to ensnare themselves around Ryota's neck. The boy was already no doubt feeling lightheaded, so Jeanne decided to up the ante, as it were. The half-incubus tightened his thighs around the boy's throat as he rested a fist against his cheek casually, a hand on his hip as he posed for the crowd. Then, he'd turn on his front and lay his hand under his chin as he blew a kiss to the audience, while still squeezing the boy's neck at his leisure as he posed and turning him over, regardless of how uncomfortable Ryota found it. This was Devil's Embrace...a move that displayed both Jeanne's beautiful frame and the exquisite form of his foe suffering in his thighs!

Ryota's vision was still dazed, he slowly wiped his eyes to clear his vision until he suddenly noticed his head was resting on the evil man's lap. Suddenly fear settled in as Ryota painfully attempted to push himself away, but it seems Jeanne's thighs were faster, and suddenly Ryota gulped in pain as said thighs latched around his neck and pulled him back in close.

His vision was blinded by the flashes of the audiences cameras as Jeanne posed and he felt the man's lower body choke him senselessly. The boy tried to desperately pull at the man's hold but his small hands could do nothing against the thick, powerful thighs bulging around his neck and crushing his face. Suddenly Ryota felt himself flip face first into the mat as Jeanne flipped over to his front. Humiliation was an understatement at this point. The half-incubus was simply playing with him, yet Ryota was barely holding on, still having that hope that maybe, just maybe he could pull it back...but with the way things were going, that didn't seem to be something to bet on.

"Mmmf, get off! You poser...." Ryota muffled as he struggled in the hold. It probably wasn't the best idea to insult the man, but hey, it couldn't get much worse for him....right?

"Hm?~" Jeanne glanced back at the struggling boy, looking almost bored and relaxed. Ryota could pry his hands at the man's thighs as much as he wanted, but to Jeanne it was like a tiny cat trying to free itself from the jaws of a tiger. He'd pity him, but then Ryota looked so at home on the canvas...

...Wait. Poser? Him?

Jeanne's eyes narrowed. "Me, a poser?" His voice was soft as a lullaby, but one could taste the danger underlining it. "Well, if that's how you want to treat your master..." Ryota would feel the man's thighs squeeze extra tight around him, but Jeanne didn't twist his body again. Instead, he rose his legs up, bringing Ryota's face up from the mat before slamming it down again!

And he wasn't satisfied with just the one. Jeanne would begin a steady rhythm, hoisting Ryota up before smashing the boy's adorable face as many times as he liked. He'd keep it up until Ryota begged for mercy, or was barely conscious enough to make a sound, whatever came first~

Ryota soon realised the comment of his was a mistake as Jeanne's playful yet intimidating comment hit his ears and within seconds, the half-succubus's thighs flexed immensely and Ryota began gasping out, the breathing cut off from him. "You're.....not....my...master...Grrk!" The jobber choked as he felt the firm thighs bulging against his neck once more, Ryota knew he was now powerless, why did he have to say that!

His situation quickly went from bad to worse as Jeanne lifted his legs up with the boy still trapped in the hold, and slammed them straight down, causing his face to connect to the mat! Becoming dangerously low on oxygen, he would be locked in an endless cycle of Jeanne holding him up for a few seconds and slamming him down, before repeating himself over and over.


"Please.....stop.....I'm...I'm....begging.....you....uh...." Ryota choked between slams, losing his words the more he was slammed down, but it seems like the evil pretty boy had no intentions on giving him mercy. Eventually Ryota was nothing more than a limp body, arms hanging loosely by his sides as he was still getting repeatedly slammed up and down by his opponent, who was dead set on adding insult to injury. By this point Ryota was surviving purely on his "Iron Will"...but even then, at the rate Jeanne was continuing his torturous humiliation, there was no telling how long it would keep him going.

With each slam Jeanne delivered, the half-incubus pretended to moan in ecstasy from the muffled pleas Ryota made. "Ah!~ Ooh!~ You're sending the biggest chill down my spine, kitten!" He teased with a playful shudder through his body. He squeezed extra hard around the other boy's neck. "C'mon, you can give more, can't you?~"

When Ryota's body fell limp, Jeanne smirked in quiet, yet sadistic satisfaction. "Hmm, for someone who isn't a slave, you sure know how to beg like one." He ridiculed his opponent as he finally eased his grip, allowing the poor jobber to fall flat face first onto the canvas like discarded trash. Jeanne glanced back, smiling devilishly as he briefly admired his handiwork on Ryota.

Jeanne rose to his feet at his own leisure, purposefully taking his time as he blew a sensual kiss to the crowd. Turning back to the downed boy he was dominating, Jeanne casually walked to his side and pressed his heel against Ryota's side, nonchalantly rolling the boy onto his front. From there, Jeanne slowly knelt down and draped himself over Ryota, making sure to slide his muscular frame over the boy's more svelte one. His face hovered inches from the other boy's, with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"All tuckered out, kitten?~" Jeanne giggled, as the referee flew down to the ground and slapped their hand hard upon the canvas to begin the count for the incubus' pin attempt.

"1!"

Jeanne finally stopped the humilating move, and Ryota's broken form fell to the floor in a heap. The boy was still conscious and breathing, but was so damaged that he couldn't find the power in him to be able to move his body. Being slowly rolled onto his back as his opponent ridiculed him, Ryota tried choking out a response but all that came out were muffled moans. His throat was on fire, his head felt like it had been crushed, his legs were aching from the sharpshooter and just about all of his body was in some form of pain, Ryota had definitely bit off more than he could chew.

Feeling the much more muscular man press down on him for the pin, Ryota opened his eyes to see them powerful yet sexual eyes gazing at him, as Jeanne teased him on what state he was in. He tried to move his body, but the half incubus's muscular frame was preventing him from moving, and slowly he closed his eyes as he heard the referee hit the mat a second time.

"2!"

But just as that happened, something stirred inside Ryota. He could feel the adrenaline starting to hit him as he opened his eyes with a confident gaze. "NO!" he shouted as he forced his body up with as much power as he could to break the pin. "I'm not.......your slave!" He continued as he tried to grab his opponent's left arm and yank it between his legs, before wrapping them around Jeanne's head and going for a triangle choke! Ryota knew he was on borrowed time at this point, as the adrenaline would fade and he would be easy pickings, but that wasn't gonna stop him from trying his best to lock in the choke, it might be his last chance at a comeback!

His victory all but assured, Jeanne idly traced an index finger across Ryota's cheek for his own amusement. The half-incubus looked totally relaxed, almost bored, as he was that confident of victory. He didn't even bother looking at the referee, instead preferring to focus on how adorable the battered Ryota was pinned under him.

The second count came. Time to bask under the lights in his first victory in the league. Who knows, perhaps he might take Ryota back to his room and-

The kitten under him actually seemed to snap, hissing back in defiance at Jeanne who actually looked taken aback by the maneuver. He could see the flames in the boy's eyes alive as Ryota forced him off him to escape from the pin. What more, the boy was quick enough to seize Jeanne's left arm and secure it between his legs, also trapping his thighs around the half incubus' neck this time in revenge as he began to choke him out!

The older man looked surprised at the sudden predicament he was in...but only for a brief moment. The choke certainly did its job as Ryota squeezed his legs around Jeanne's neck, but the half-incubus couldn't help but flash a flirtatious look at his opponent. "Oooh, now that's more like it~ Show me how feisty you are, kitten. Are we rehearsing for tonight perhaps?" He ran his tongue tantalizingly over his lips before making a kiss gesture with his lips at the boy, finishing with a wink.

Ryota sprung up and successfully locked in the triangle choke, landing the incubus between his thighs as he began to squeeze as hard as he could, if there was any chance to make a comeback, it's now!

As he continued though, he couldn't help but notice how....distracting...Jeanne's eyes were. He watched as he slowly teased him on his sudden ferocity, licking his lips slowly. Ryota stared as the thick tongue ran over each lip and left saliva before slithering back into his body. As he looked into the man's eyes, he couldn't help but think about what he had said earlier, and his mind filled with ideas of Jeanne and him being a lot more...."risqué"

Suddenly he snapped out of it and tried to keep his eyes away from Jeanne, as to prevent him being distracted again, because the mixture of his sexual gaze and convincing words were doing the job well. "Stop....talking!" He said desperately as he continued to squeeze, but he could feel his energy fading, and slowly he was losing strength in his legs as the pain began to return.

Oh, the desire and lust in Ryota's precious little eyes did not go unnoticed to Jeanne one bit. The boy was completely entranced, following the direction of the incubus' tongue as it traced over his lips. His eyes went blank as he stared into Jeanne...perhaps picturing himself and his master in a devilish little fantasy, perhaps?

Ryota tried to turn his eyes away from the predatory stare, but Jeanne could tell his flirtatious nature was working wonders on the boy's mind, causing his words to spill out frantically even as he had Jeanne locked in the triangle lock. Very quickly, Jeanne began to feel the hold Ryota had on him weaken, a sign that the boy was overexerting himself. No wonder after the punishment Jeanne had put him through - the half-incubus gave a lax yawn as if Ryota's hold was nothing to him.

"I would applaud you for managing to slip out and trap me, but your follow-up is such a disappointment, kitten. So allow me to show you a delicious nightmare~" He grinned, the look as wild as a feral beast, as he grabbed hold of Ryota's legs, around the boy's thighs. Getting back onto his feet steadily was simple enough, before Jeanne placed Ryota's legs over his shoulders and raised the helpless boy up into the air. It was both high and long enough for the audience to observe and revel in the boy's impeding fate with Jeanne as he winked at Ryota, before shifting the boy down and slamming him to the ground in a vicious sit-down powerbomb!

Ryota felt a twinge of anger as Jeanne yawned at his attack, was he really not doing that much damage to him?  Either way, Ryota was trying to ignore the man's attempts at throwing him off his game when he suddenly heard his threat and felt him get a grip of his thighs. "Wh...whaaA?!" The boy began to say when his opponent began to shift in his position and get back to his knees and before he knew it, he found himself getting slowly lifted off the ground!

Ryota began panicking as he released the man's arms and attempted to wiggle as he raised on to the man's shoulders, was he really that powerful? His legs now on the incubus's shoulders and being given time to wait for the inevitable end, Ryota looked desperately out towards the crowd as he prepared to aim a fist directly for his head...when suddenly he felt his breath on his crotch. "Ooh...no..." he moaned quietly, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck to keep himself stable as he tried to ignore the feelings.

He looked down just in time to see Jeanne wink at him, and he found himself flying to the mat. Ryota crashed hard of the mat as he laid spread eagle, his legs still hooked on the man's shoulders. His adrenaline had officially run out on him as his defence had been beaten down to the occasional twitch, Ryota was powerless to resist.