A First for Everything! Shiro vs. Valérian Smother Match

Shiro gave a small grin as Val began to protest straight into his crotch, reaching down for the little trap's hair in order to really rub his face into it. He even began to moan and make other lewd noises as he did so, really further trying to embarrass Val. After a few moments of this, he finally let go of the boy, moving away even so Valérian could get a moment to breathe. Just a moment, though; Shiro had other things in mind to subject Val to. He moved forward in order to try and pull Val's head in between his legs with a soft hum, as if he were doing nothing more than taking the trash out.

From there, he reached down to grab for Valérian's sides and pick him up a bit, putting him in a piledriver position. That way, he would be able to turn around and slam the poor boy's head straight into the canvas! He let out a small laugh at the impact, letting Val go so he could fall over, before leaning over -- and flicking him lightly. "You're still good there, right~?" he asked, still smiling.

The only thought that could console Valérian at this moment was the idea that maybe, just maybe, Shiro would decide to end the match soon. After all, he was quickly running out of air, so perhaps it would be over soon...

Val had never been so unhappy to take a breath. Shiro moved his hardening crotch away from the Saint-Pierrais boy's face, prompting an involuntary gasp and sputter for air from the trap. He thought that he was in for more pain, but Shiro seemed more interested in smothering him some more, but this time using some sort of scissors! He was more choking than being smothered this time, his face quickly turning red as he gasped for air, finding none!

But once more, Shiro chose to torture Val some more. "AAAAAGH!" he screamed, as he was hoisted upside down and slammed into a piledriver! The skinny wrestler fell limp, splayed out on the canvas and moaning in pain. "N-no..." he answered.

Oh, Shiro wasn't going to end this match anytime soon! Why, they had just gotten started, and Shiro was having waaaaaaay too much fun messing around with the well-endowed boy! He smiled a bit as he heard Val begin to scream following the piledriver, and laughed lightly when Val managed to stammer out in the negative following his question. "Oh, you're such a cutie~," he replied, reaching out and actually pinching the boy's cheek! "Do you really not have any more strength in you? It would be a shame!" He pouted, as if he were upset that the boy couldn't give him more of a fight, before shifting to roll him onto his stomach.

"Come now, let's see what we can do!" Shiro chimed, before grabbing for his arm -- and going for a bridging fujiwara armbar, arching over the man's back and yanking on that arm HARD. His thong was visible to the whole crowd, including his own growing erection that could barely stay inside of it, and his own taut muscles glistening with sweat under the bright lights of the stadium!

The crowd didn't know what to do with this. On one hand, Shiro was taking advantage of this poor boy…girl…no, definitely boy, and using him like his own little toy. On the other hand…it was hot as fuck.

Valérian had energy in him, but he had far more pain than he did will to fight. The poor trap closed the eye on the side which his cheek was being pinched on, and felt himself being to be rolled over. Val hardly resisted as the man turned him onto his belly. What sadistic soul had booked this match? It was clear that Valérian had no chance from the very start. He was a foot shorter than Shiro!

Val thought that the move where his balls were crushed against Shiro's knee would be the most painful experience of his life, but he was proven wrong when the Japanese heel rolled over him and pulled him into an absolutely excruciating arm bar! He was in too much pain to even scream. All he could do was open his mouth wide, as if he were shouting his lungs out, and shut his eyes tight. He had to escape, somehow, or he felt his arm would be broken!

So, with his free hand, Valérian reached for Shiro's junk, and grabbed it... and then squeezed it, as hard as he could! He wasn't thinking about consequences, he was thinking about survival here and now.

Shiro always loved giving the fujiwara armbar. It showed his nice, chiseled body off to the crowd in a very sexual manner, prominently showing his bulge off for all those who cared to see it -- which tended to be a lot of people. His muscles shimmered in the spotlight, his arms strained against the fabric of his outfit, his hardening cock pressing against the tiny thong. It not only showed himself off, but it was a nice way of putting a lot of damage on his opponent with very little shot of his opponent getting out of it.

Well, unless they thought outside of the box.

Val's hand managed to snake up and take him by surprise by grabbing his crotch, making him moan out -- and let go of his arm. He groaned in pain, his bridge collapsing as his legs slipped out from under him. He bucked up into the man's hand, his eyes closed tight thanks to the immense pain Val was putting him in. He was going to get him back for this, that much was definite.

Valérian was finally free, and he capitalized on that opportunity by getting up as quickly as he could, scrambling to his feet and retreating all the way to the ropes, holding his arm. His arm still throbbed in pain, and he looked at Shiro with fear in his eyes.

He wasn't quite sure what to do. He was so much smaller than Shiro, and he had lost the use of one of his arms as an appendage for wrestling with... he wasn't even good at wrestling to begin with! He was just about out of options... but then, he had an idea. The little Saint-Pierrais ran at Shiro and jumped in the air, in an attempt at a drop kick of the bigger man, aimed at his abdomen!

Maybe, just maybe, he could turn it around.