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22:03 Daisuke_Sekimoto: In the quiet of the locker room, Daisuke Sekimoto relentlessly pumps through sets of push-ups, forcing blood into his bulging muscles until his steel-like physique glistens with sweat. "Alright... let's go." With those words, he heads toward the battlefield. "The Strong Muscle! Japan's pride, the Man of Steel—Daisuke... SEKIMOTO!!" The announcer’s roar echoes through Korakuen Hall as his heavy theme music ignites the crowd. Sekimoto marches proudly through the aisle, parting the sea of fans as the "Sekimoto!" chants thunder around him. He climbs into the ring, stands dead center, and slowly raises both arms above his head. "Hngh!!" He strikes a massive front double biceps pose. His pectorals pop and his biceps peak like mountain ranges, glowing under the Korakuen lights. The crowd erupts in a deafening ovation, overwhelmed by the sheer "violence of his physique."

22:10 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: Then I'm in the locker room by myself, nervous for my very first Japanese Deathmatch I'll have for a long time as my eyes are closed and taking deep breaths, then my music hits as I look up forward with my eyes open, standing up as I would leave the locker room and heads out into Korakuen Hall as the crowd are cheering for me, making my way to the ring to meet up with The Man Of Steel - Daisuke Sekimoto as I would go up the steps, onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the second rope as I am wearing just my black wrestling briefs and my black wrestling boots, standing at 5'4, 193lbs as the music fades out and the crowd cheering for me as I am waiting it one of the corners, some of the Japanese staff are sorting out the weapons from under the ring to bring outside, preparing for my first Japanese Deathmatch

22:14 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I step toward you, glaring down from point-blank range. You stand at 5'4, but I can see a steady fire in your eyes. "A deathmatch? Before you worry about those toys, you’d better figure out how to get past this body of mine." I snort in derision, take a deep breath, and pop my pectorals, making them ripple and surge right in your face. My massive chest hits your line of sight like a wall of meat. "...I'll give you a piece of advice. Get back to your corner and start shaking before I decide to break you."

22:20 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I hear those defiant words from you as I would look you dead in the eyes, full of fear inside me and determination within me, taking deep breaths in through my nose and out through my nose slowly, then I deliver a right hand slap across your face on your left cheek just as the crowd goes in shock, waiting to see what he does just as we both hear the bell ringing as the match gets under way

22:22 Daisuke_Sekimoto: The sting of your slap rattles my jaw. A collective gasp ripples through the crowd, but my blood reaches its boiling point in an instant. "Nice courage... but that one strike just cost you your life!" I immediately snatch the back of your neck, sealing off any escape. I wind up my right arm and drive a heavy-tank elbow smash straight into your thick chest. The dull thud of meat hitting meat echoes as your body hunches over from the impact. Without giving you a second to breathe, I wrap my arms around your waist and hoist you high into the air. I arch my back and launch you backward—a thunderous Front Suplex! Your 193lb frame soars through the air before crashing spine-first into the canvas. Coldly looking down at your face twisted in agony, I waste no time wrapping my arm around your thick neck. I cinch in a tight Front Necklock, dragging you into a world of pain and fading vision. "What's wrong!? You gonna pass out before the deathmatch even starts!?"

22:31 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I hear those words, hissing as I am slowly waving my arms about as the crowd are chanting and clapping for me, shaking my left arm up in the air while you got me in your Front Necklock, then I use my right elbow to hit you a couple of times hard into your midsection, hoping to force you to break the hold on me, fighting back

22:34 Daisuke_Sekimoto: The series of elbows to my midsection make me grunt in feigned pain, clutching my stomach as I play up your comeback for the crowd's delight, but I quickly transition into a snapping DDT that drives your skull straight into the mat. Not giving you a second to recover, I haul you up by your hair, tuck your head between my legs, and hoist your 193lb frame high into the air before crashing you down with a thunderous sit-down Powerbomb that makes the entire ring shudder.

22:39 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I hiss in pain as my forehead got spiked onto the canvas with a thunderous DDT just as I would get Powerbombed hard dead centre in the middle of the ring as I am panting and my body sweating under the ring lights of the hall

22:42 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I plant my boot firmly on your chest, looking down at your groggy form as I flex into a massive double biceps pose to show off my overwhelming power. After basking in the crowd's roar, I slide out of the ring and snatch a barbed-wire bat from under the apron. I climb back inside just as you’re struggling to push yourself up from the mat. Without a shred of mercy, I wind up and deliver a brutal full-swing with the bat right to your head, the barbed wire tearing into your skin as the impact echoes through the hall.

22:44 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I felt the barbed wire bat hit right at my forehead as I get knocked down and shaking around the ring as I am screaming in such terror just as blood started to pour out freely from my forehead with my blood trickling down my face, staggering as I would fall onto my knees with my arms dangling over the second rope, shuddering with my lips shaking, huffing

22:48 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I deliver one more brutal shot to your head, then toss the blood-stained bat aside and hurl your body into the corner, trapping your arms over the ropes in a crucifix position. At my command, my young lions and seconds scramble to set up the custom glass-topped wooden box in the dead center of the ring. While they work, I drive a stiff elbow into your jaw to keep your consciousness fading and hazy. I stand beside the lethal box and flex my mountain-like biceps for the crowd, radiating complete confidence as I prepare for your final descent.

22:52 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I stagger left and right from your stiff right elbow onto my jaw, panting as I watch you flex for the crowd with his body sweating under the lights just as I get so hard in my briefs, loving this Deathmatch so far just as I am scared inside myself too

22:58 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I glare at the thick reinforced glass fixed to the sturdy box before me, exhaling a hot breath as I envision the destruction about to unfold. Using my raw arm strength, I forcibly haul my nearly unconscious opponent up and seat him firmly on the top turnbuckle. There is no escape. I plant my feet on the thick ropes and climb to his level in one burst. With a roar of "Alright, let's go!", I explode with every fiber of my being, launching his body into the air and slamming him onto the box below with the full force of gravity and my entire musculature. An ear-splitting crash of shattering glass erupts, and transparent weapons spray in every direction. I feel the sensation of the pulverized shards digging deep into his defenseless back and arms, tearing through the flesh. Amidst the swirling dust, I look down coldly at him sinking into a sea of glass. The box is cruelly buckled from the impact, and the fragments glitter as they reflect the light. Upon my bulging muscles, a spray of blood and fine glass dust cling silently like trophies of victory.

19:32 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I feel you slowly haul my nearly unconscious body as I would lowly groan out just as you have me seated on the top turnbuckle paddings, then I feel you jump off in a huge burst of power from you as you throw me back first, smashing through the reinforced glass thats fixed to a sturdy wooden box as I land on my back, screaming in such immense pain, feeling some little shards of glass dig into my back and arms as it tears into my flesh with some blood dripping onto the canvas, then I slowly climb out of the box from the left side and rolls myself to the left and laying body first onto the canvas, hissing and whincing in pain as my blood is trickling down my back from the sides

22:42 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I loomed over you as you tried to crawl away, pinning your body down under my weight. Reaching down, I grabbed a sharp shard of the shattered reinforced glass and, without a second thought, drove it deep into your right arm. Ignoring your scream of agony, I pressed down even harder, grinding the shard further into the flesh of your arm. Through my palm, I could feel the sensation of the glass tearing through muscle and digging toward the bone, making sure the jagged edge was buried as deep as possible.

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23:37 Daniel_Logan_Leslie:

23:40 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I let go of the glass shard I had driven deep into you, slowly standing up while leaving you there, writhing in pure agony. Then, I ruthlessly slammed my right foot onto your face as you crawled on the mat, putting my full weight into it to grind your head into the canvas. At the same time, I flexed my massive right bicep right in your face—the muscle bulging and peaking with prominent veins, asserting my absolute power. Your shoulders were pinned deep into the mat, your face twisted pathetically under the sole of my boot. I didn't even need a hold; I pinned you like a piece of trash. "ONE!" "TWO!" The referee’s count thundered through the arena. Your consciousness was fading, and you didn't have a shred of strength left to kick out. The third count was only a heartbeat away.

00:52 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I whice in pain as I would roll my left shoulder up off the canvas, kicking out at the last moment, sobbing in such pure agony

01:17 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I’m stunned as you find the strength to kick out of my pin, your sheer will defying the damage I’ve dealt. But as you lie there, gasping and broken, I don’t give you a second to recover. I grab your other arm, and with a cold, jagged shard of glass, I drive it deep into your remaining bicep, piercing the muscle just like the first!

04:11 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I use my good arm on my left to block the attack by grabbing onto your wrist, shaking my arm as I am still sobbing, trying to pull myself up back onto my feet very slowly as I would turn to face Daisuke and then kicked him hard below the belt with my right foot, going low on the attack

04:17 Daisuke_Sekimoto: Your desperate right foot sank deep into my groin, catching me completely off guard. "...!! Ga-haaa...!!?" The moment the impact registered, my thoughts exploded into a white void. Even my intensely trained abs were powerless against a direct hit to my vitals. Your toes buried themselves ruthlessly into the core of my crotch, crushing every delicate nerve in their path. My face contorted into a hideous, unbearable mask of pure agony. My wide eyes became bloodshot, and a silent scream escaped my throat along with a trail of drool. "A-gu... oh... ooooh...!" My entire muscular frame, which had been dominating you just moments ago, began to ripple and spasm violently as if my circuits had shorted out. I couldn't even remain standing; I collapsed to my knees, clutching my crotch. The arrogant smirk I had used to look down on you vanished instantly, and now it was my turn to writhe pathetically on the mat, drenched in a cold, greasy sweat.

05:15 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: Then as you are on your knees after I've done that, I've head over to the ropes while still on the ring so the Japanese medical staff can come over and wrap my right bicep with a white bandage, owing their gratitude as I nod and bow at them. Then I look back and sees you still withering in pain on the mat after I went low on you earlier as I would come over, grabbing your head in both my hands as I would slowly drag you up onto your feet, taking you to one of the corners with your back against the rectangle turnbuckle padding as I would deliver a hard right hand chop upwards onto your chest, hearing it slap and echo throughout the Korakuen Hall arena as the crowd are cheering for me

05:17 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I was still completely dominated by the lingering, sickening agony that had pierced through my groin. No matter how much I had trained my body, it was like paper in the face of that shock vibrating to the core of my balls. Cold sweat poured from every pore; unable to even steady my breath, I continued to writhe on the mat, curled up pathetically. "A-gah... hah... aah...!" That’s when you approached, grabbing my head carelessly to drag me back up. In my hazy consciousness, I tried to resist, but my legs wouldn't hold me. I was slammed into the corner at your whim, like a puppet with its strings cut. The moment I felt the turnbuckle against my back, your right arm lashed out, and a knife-edge chop exploded against my chest. SLAP!! A dry, echoing crack rang out, reaching the high rafters of Korakuen Hall. But the pain in my chest was the least of my concerns. As soon as your attack landed, I prioritized the throbbing pain in my crotch over my burning chest, frantically covering my groin with both hands. "Ugh... aaaaaah...!" I couldn't even stay on my feet anymore. I slid down against the ropes, collapsing onto the canvas. Slumped there, sitting powerlessly with my head bowed deep, I struggled to breathe. There was no trace left of the proud Japanese warrior—only a miserable figure exposed to the crowd, enduring the heat in his chest and the unrelenting ache below.

05:31 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: Then after seeing you slump down onto your ass onto the canvas, I move back a little to the middle of the ring, then I come charging forward just as I would bring my right boot up and slam my big right boot onto your face just as I would slap my left thigh with my left hand as it echos throughout the arena when I hit you with my right boot

05:33 Daisuke_Sekimoto: "A-gah...!!" Your massive boot caught me square in the face. The impact shook my brain directly, punctuated by the explosive crack of the thigh slap. My vision burst into white, and my body was blown back toward the corner like a puppet with its strings cut. I slumped down powerlessly, propped up against the turnbuckle. The thread of my consciousness was about to snap; my unfocused eyes wandered into the void, and a trail of drool leaked from the corner of my mouth. I was completely groggy. But even more than the agony in my face, it was the damage to my groin—which you had been targeting relentlessly—that tormented my body. Due to your repeated low attacks, my vitals had swollen unnaturally, pulsing violently with heat. The crotch of my black wrestling trunks, unable to withstand the mass pushing from within, showed a cruel, bursting bulge. "Ooh... aaah..." My back, pressed against the corner, trembled slightly. With my face kicked in and my crotch swollen miserably as I gasped for air, I was no longer anything resembling a Japanese hero. I had been reduced to a mere hunk of flesh, utterly trampled by your power.

05:47 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: Then as you was down and groggy after a series of attacks, I was losing a huge amount of blood that was trickling down my bloody face as some was dripping from my chin onto the canvas as I would then slowly grab your head in both my hands, huffing as I would slowly drag you up by your dead weight up to your feet, getting ready for my final move in this Japanese Deathmatch. Then I grab you shoulder and crotch in both my hands as I would slowly lift Daisuke up in my arms upside-down with my arms around his waist and his head tucked in under my thighs. Then I lift up with my toes and spikes Daisuke down right on top of his head, delivering a Tombstone Piledriver to him onto the canvas as I would let him go and flops down onto his back onto the canvas with a soft thud, panting. Then I come around onto my knees and lays my bloody back onto his stomach as I am going for the pin - "ONE!..TWO!..THREE!" as the referee counted to three, thundering through the arena - 🔔Ding Ding Ding🔔 - as the bell was rung - "Here is your winner..DANIEL LESLIE!!" just when the announcement was made from outside of the ring as the referee slowly helps me up back onto my feet, huffing just as the referee raised my right arm up by his left hand with the crowd cheering for me

05:52 Daisuke_Sekimoto: "Ooh... ahh..." The moment you locked my waist in your arms and my world flipped upside down, I knew this was the end. Not a single drop of strength remained to resist. THOOOOM!! The devastating impact of the crown of my head driving into the canvas. My neck groaned under the pressure, and a sensation like a giant sledgehammer striking my brain directly shot through me. For a split second, sparks burst before my eyes, but in the next instant, all color vanished, swallowed by a deep, impenetrable darkness. My body, completely knocked unconscious by the Tombstone Piledriver, was released from your arms and bounced limply across the canvas like a doll whose life had been snuffed out. The weight of your bloody back pressed against my stomach, the "THREE!" count thundering through the arena, the ringing of the bell signaling victory—none of it reached me anymore. I lay there pathetically, my swollen crotch exposed, as my consciousness sank into an unfathomable abyss of silence.

05:53 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: Wanna respect me at the end after I wake you up, Daisuke?)

05:53 Daisuke_Sekimoto: very fun ....

05:56 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: "It was. Daisuke, thank you. It was an absolute honour to face The Man Of Steel. You have my honour and my respect to you." - I smile at Daisuke and gives him a respectful bow, shakes his hand and nodding my head

05:59 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I lay on my back, unable to even muster the strength to sit up. Through the haze of my fading consciousness, I felt you take my hand firmly, engaging in a handshake. It was all I could do to squeeze back, conveying a silent word of thanks for the warmth and respect in your grip. However, my body continued to scream from the sheer intensity of the punishment it had endured. Inside my black wrestling pants, my cock was erect and tenting the fabric, engorged from the relentless attacks on my groin, the agony coursing through me, and the peak of adrenaline. As I lay there defeated and sprawled out pathetically, my crotch strained sharply against the pitch-black fabric as if to tear through it, pulsing rhythmically. Even as we shook hands, I could do nothing but continue to expose this wretched sight—a "mark of the loser"—before you and the crowd, my pride aching deeply alongside the physical pain.

06:06 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I help Daisuke up onto his feet as I would wrap his right arm around my shoulder just as we both slowly take our leave from the ring, leaving the arena hall and back into the locker room together as I would sit him down on the bench, grabbing an ice pack from my bag as I would put it on Daisuke's aching groin and sits myself next to him, breathing deeply and huffing out of my mouth while looking down to the floor, exhausted after that match, then I look to the left at Daisuke and smiles, nodding as I give him a respectful fistbump

06:08 Daisuke_Sekimoto: "Ah... sorry... I owe you one." The moment the ice pack touched me, the piercing cold made my body shiver, but the heat in my battered groin showed no sign of subsiding. On the contrary, the congestion from the damage and the lingering adrenaline from the fight pushed me past the limit; the glans of my penis, swollen dark red, spilled out from the side of my wrestling trunks, unable to be contained. My most vulnerable part, cruelly exposed, pulsed weakly yet hotly right before your eyes. Shamed, I dropped my gaze and whispered through ragged breaths: "I'm sorry, Daniel... It seems... it just won't settle down..."

06:12 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: "Do you wanna settle it down once you fucked me, Daisuke? If you want to, of course. Up to you. You fought bravely too. You should be proud, just as I would be proud of you. You maybe the loser when we fought. But deep down, at the end of the day, your the winner in my eyes." - I say to Daisuke right in the eyes while sitting down on the bench together, slowly putting my left hand on top of your right hand

06:15 Daisuke_Sekimoto: I nodded silently. "Yeah... please... Do it... with your hand..." I squeezed the words out in a faint voice, my eyes closed against the pain. My body was completely paralyzed by the intense agony and exhaustion; I had no choice but to leave everything up to you. After the ice pack was removed, your warm palm wrapped around my exposed, overheated core that was at its absolute limit. I could do nothing but let out ragged gasps, leaning heavily into the bench, waiting for the moment of release brought by your merciful yet powerful touch.

06:19 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: I smile and kissed Daisuke once on your lips and then I pull your trunks down, revealing your Japanese muscle cock, then I go in the bag and grab the bottle of oil as I open it from the lid and squirting some on your throbbing cock helmet down to your shaft. Then I put the bottle down on the bench just as I would slowly place my right hand on the shaft of your cock and slowly strokes it just as I rub the oil on the skin to add stimulation to your Japanese muscle cock

06:21 Daisuke_Sekimoto: "Ah... mmn...!" I closed my eyes quietly, focusing every sense on savoring the unknown stimulation brought by your warm palm and the oil. The slick, smooth sensation traced relentlessly over my skin, heated from the battle, gradually shaving away my reason. From my lips, unrestrained moans began to leak out bit by bit. "Hah, hah... Daniel... your hand...!" The pleasure, amplified by the oil, became an inescapable heat pooling at my core. Inside your grip, my cock pulsed violently, undeniably signaling the precursor to an imminent explosion. Driven by the raw impulse surging from deep within my trained muscles, I was toyed with by your touch, able only to wait for the moment when everything would be unleashed.

06:22 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: "Does it feel good?" - I asked while stroking Daisuke's oiled Japanese muscle cock in my right oiled hand with my left fingers softly churning your balls

06:25 Daisuke_Sekimoto: "Ah, agh...! Hah, mmn...!!" In response to the relentless stimulation from your oil-slicked hand, my well-trained muscles twitched uncontrollably against my will. Every time your left fingers churned my balls, a numbing pleasure shot straight to my brain through my spine. As a final act of resistance, I tried to reach out my arm to stop your hand, Daniel... but my exhausted body lacked the strength to move even a finger. My hand, stretched out powerlessly as if grasping at air, couldn't even touch your muscular arm, wandering aimlessly in the void. "I'm coming...! I'm coming! I'm COMING!!" Regardless of my pride, I cried out "I'm coming" over and over again. My 14-inch "muscle cock," having surpassed its critical point, gorged with blood and thrashed madly inside your palm. "A-aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" The next instant, a massive amount of hot, white fluid erupted as if a dam had burst. Mixing with the oil and thickly staining your hand and my own stomach, everything I was was unleashed under your absolute dominance. My entire body spasmed violently in the afterglow of the climax, and I could do nothing but stare at the ceiling, my mouth hanging open like a broken shell.

06:29 Daniel_Logan_Leslie: As your cum stained my right hand and your own sweating stomach, I stop stroking just as I rub your cum from my hand onto my body and then I lean in and licks some off your stomach with my tounge, tasting your cum as I would then lean back and watching your cock finally settling down, pulling your trunks up back to your waist, moving the oil away as I sit back on the bench with Daisuke and holding your hand with mine, interlocking our fingers

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