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Subject: Domination in the Dojo This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places or events is coincidental. dojo (n.) – place where martial artists come together to train. Literally: “place of the way” (Japanese). Extract from `Instructions to Students’, in ju jitsu club membership book: “The dojo is a special place, with rules that set it apart from the outside world. These rules help to create the atmosphere of mutual respect and harmony necessary for training in a martial art…. “Students should rei (bow) upon entering the dojo. Eating, drinking, swearing and displays of anger are not tolerated. The dojo, your fellow students and your sensei must be treated with respect at all times.” The reader is advised that some behaviour described in this story breaks the traditionally accepted rules of dojo etiquette. DOMINATION IN THE DOJO by Ali Kisegy Breathlessly Daniel cleared the top of the sport centre stairs and pushed through the double doors into the dojo. He had been delayed by traffic and had one minute to get changed and on the mat or there would be push-ups for being late … but as the doors swung closed behind him, Daniel realized that was no longer a worry. A large square of green judo mats was already laid out in the middle of the room, but no white-suited students ran round it warming up, as they normally would be by now. Instead, one lone figure lounged dejectedly on a stack of more mats in the corner. “Hey Kyle!” Daniel called. He recognized the figure as a relatively new member of the ju jitsu club, an exchange student from the States. “Where’s everyone else?” “You’re the first,” came the reply. Kyle eased himself off the pile of mats and dropped to the floor. He had already changed into his white pyjama-like gi, tied at the waist with the white belt of a novice ready for training. “Did class get cancelled or somethin’?” “Fuck,” said Daniel, in the succinct way that expensively educated Englishmen reserve for Anglo-Saxon swear-words. He pulled out his mobile to call the instructor, but as he flipped it open he saw he had a message waiting. Irritated, he pushed a button and held the phone to his ear. “You have one new message and no saved messages,” a prim female voice informed him. “Message one:” The robot gave way to the distinctive voice of Russ, the ju jitsu instructor: “Dude, I’m really sorry but we’ve had an emergency at work and I’m in Scotland tonight sorting it out.” Daniel groaned, as the recorded message continued, “None of the other instructors can cover so afraid there’s no training tonight. I’ve let everyone know; do you have Kyle’s number by any chance? He’s the American guy � let me know if you do. See you next week!” Daniel flipped the phone shut and Kyle looked at him expectantly. His face fell as Daniel told him the news. “Obviously I’ll help you put these away,” Daniel finished, nodding at the mats. “But as you’ve put them all out and already got changed and everything, why don’t I get changed as well and we can do some groundwork for a bit first?” “Hey you don’t have to do that,” said the American, turning the offer down out of politeness. “No really � we’re here now and I could do with the practice.” Without waiting for further protest, Daniel dropped the bag from his shoulder, grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, simultaneously wriggling his trainers off his feet. “Thanks man.” Kyle clapped Daniel on a bare shoulder and turned to stride over to the mat as Daniel bent down to step out of his jeans. The American student gave a small bow to the middle of the mat, in the Japanese tradition the club instructor expected of them, and stepped on to start some gentle stretching. As he pulled his own training clothes out of the bag, now wearing just his check boxers and dark socks, Daniel furtively checked out the younger student stretching over on the green mats. As he recalled, Kyle was an engineering undergraduate and had previously told him he crewed on his university rowing team back home in Wisconsin. It certainly showed: he was what Daniel imagined Americans meant by the word “jock”. With shaggy hair the same dark brown colour as Daniel’s own, a smooth face and a body that filled out his gi jacket in perfect proportions, Kyle made Daniel feel a little self-conscious of his own skinnier frame. He was a few years older than the exchange student, and though his arms were wiry and his stomach flat, he could hardly be described as muscled. Pulling on his white gi trousers and jacket, Daniel silently thanked the Romans for draining all the nearby rivers over a millennium before, leaving this beautiful boy unable to pursue his preferred sport while he was in England, thus leaving him free to join the town’s mostly student-based martial arts club. Daniel wound a blue belt, signifying his status as a senior grade, around his waist and bowed to Kyle before stepping onto the mat himself to warm up. Ten minutes later both guys had worked up a good sweat with a routine of running, push-ups and other exercises. They adjusted their training gear to smarten up, then knelt opposite each other and formally bowed, placing both hands on the floor and maintaining eye contact as their upper bodies briefly bobbed. One of the perks of ju jitsu, Daniel had often thought, was that you always had a good view of your training partner’s chest in the V-shaped opening of the gi jacket. Kyle’s chest was certainly worth the view: it was totally smooth, and defined by gently rolling and undoubtedly powerful pectoral muscles. Despite Daniel’s longer experience, wrestling the fit American would be a tough workout. Formalities over with, Daniel came up onto one knee, a position which he favoured as more manoeuvrable than the defensive both knees down position, without leaving himself open to being easily pushed over. It made little difference as the white-belt launched toward him. Daniel managed to grab the top of Kyle’s collar, with his fingers inside the material just behind the neck, before landing heavily on his back with the sturdier student right on top of him. He automatically wrapped both legs tightly around his opponent’s waist and tucked his chin snug to his chest as Kyle tried to crudely drop his forearm to choke him. Keeping his grip on the collar behind Kyle’s neck, Daniel worked on wriggling his other hand between their two bodies. The back of his hand brushed past one of the American’s small and hairless nipples, and he succeeded in taking a reasonably high grip on Kyle’s lapel. Daniel slid his right foot down to Kyle’s knee and pushed sharply, causing both their legs to straighten. This allowed the more experienced martial artist to roll to his right and, with his left leg still wrapped around the student’s waist, he ended up mounted squarely on Kyle’s stomach. Kyle’s jacket had come loose from his belt, itself already close to coming undone, and his ripped, smooth six-pack was now bared to the world. Daniel tightened his grip on Kyle’s collar and lapel to bring on a strangle, but the American had managed to kızkalesi escort dip his chin so that the jacket was pulled across his face rather than his neck. Abandoning the strangle attempt, Daniel dropped his chest onto Kyle’s face and tried to work his feet around the student’s knees for a leg entanglement. He was too slow though and Kyle managed to squirm round onto his front underneath him. Kyle came up onto all fours with Daniel still clinging to his back. The blue-belt snaked an arm under his opponent’s armpit, again planning a strangle, but suddenly the American scooted one of his legs forward to flip on his back. Daniel managed to roll clear just in time to avoid being squashed. As he spun round to again face his stronger but less experienced opponent, Daniel felt powerful hands grip the back of his jacket. Kyle was trying to pull his body forwards into the prone position. Daniel felt the jacket’s collar slip over his head, and surprised the American by simply backing out of the garment, easily pulling his arms out of the sleeves. Left holding an empty jacket, Kyle was taken by surprise when the now bare-chested blue-belt grabbed both his arms and scooted his legs back in and round the American student’s body. Daniel’s right foot once again found Kyle’s left knee and pushed it back to enable him to roll to the side. He regained the mounted position on Kyle’s stomach, this time in firm control of one of the iron-like arms. Both their belts now lay strewn across the mat like drowsy serpents. Sweat glistened on the players’ exposed torsos and matted the small patch of dark chest hair on Daniel’s otherwise smooth upper body. Wasting no time now that he had regained the upper hand, Daniel dropped to hug his scrawny chest into Kyle’s, pinning him to the ground. He swivelled his body clockwise, keeping the chest to chest contact, and wound his slender arms around the arm he was still holding, trying for a figure-of-four lock. Kyle’s free arm reached over to come to the rescue of the trapped one and prevented the lock from going anywhere. Quickly, Daniel let go and snaked an arm round the back of the American’s neck. Placing his other hand flat on Kyle’s sternum, he slid his palm down the rippling stomach and over the student’s waistband. He felt Kyle’s body stiffen under him as his palm continued its journey between the younger man’s legs and inevitably brushed his ball-sac through the cotton of his gi bottoms. To complete the pin, Daniel’s hand reached all the way up between his opponent’s buttocks and took a grip at the top of the waistband at the back. Daniel relaxed to settle his body more securely on his now beaten partner, as Kyle tried ineffectually to roll first to one side and then to the other. Eventually the American tapped him twice on the arm to signal defeat. Daniel rolled off and both young men lay back on the mat, panting heavily. Kyle got to his hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the mat where he had left a bottle of water. As Daniel joined him, he panted, “Man, how come I’m so tired out already?” He gulped water and handed it to Daniel, adding, “A few months in England and I’m already outta shape.” Daniel took a long swig, and felt immediately refreshed. “No,” he said, “That would be why I’m knackered. Well, that and being squashed by you at the beginning. How much do you weigh anyway?” “Right now? One hundred sixty pounds.” Daniel looked blank. “Eleven and one half stones,” Kyle explained, by now used to the paradox of British people using the archaic measure yet being unable to multiply by its base of fourteen. “Well you’ve got a stone and a half on me, so I don’t think I’ll be winning much longer. The reason you’re knackered though is you’re too tense. You were shaking like a shitting dog the whole way through. “You’re loads stronger than me � look at you!” Daniel took the opportunity to put his hand round the student’s bicep appreciatively. “The secret is to relax.” He emphasized the point by sliding his hands up to Kyle’s collar bones and kneading in what he hoped was a comradely man-to-man way. “Especially if you’re on top. That way the guy underneath, in this case me, tires himself out struggling to get free while you just lie there.” He stopped the kneading and slapped Kyle’s soft cheeks playfully, like he had seen in Italian gangster movies. “OK, I’ll give that a try,” said Kyle thoughtfully. “What’s the deal with that pin you pulled off though? You had my ass pretty good there, literally!” “I’ll show you,” Daniel offered. He lay back on the on the mat. “Firstly, you need to pin my chest with yours.” Kyle’s jacket was flapping loose and he casually discarded it. Bare from the waist up, he lay across Daniel’s skinnier frame as directed. “Good, ease up a bit though so I can explain,” Daniel rasped, finding it hard to speak as Kyle’s weight bore down on his lungs. The student obliged. “That’s better. Now, get the arm that’s near my head around my neck. Normally you’d grab hold of my jacket, but as you so rudely undressed me earlier you’ll have to try to hook round my armpit somehow. Yes, that’ll do. Now, get your other hand between my legs.” Daniel was delighted to feel the half naked student copying his earlier move, placing his palm on Daniel’s sternum and letting it glide over his stomach. The hand continued down the centre-line, and through his cotton trousers Daniel felt it slide the length of his dick. As it reached the end, Daniel could have sworn he felt a slight squeeze, fingertips brushing against his balls. He felt himself starting to swell, so quickly said, “Now you need to wrap your arm round so you can take hold of my waistband.” Kyle’s hand pressed tight to Daniel’s buttock as it wrapped round one side. Daniel did his best to ignore it, despite involuntary shiver that passed up his spine. “Now if I straighten my leg,” Daniel said, putting action to word, “strong as you are, there’s no way you can stop me from breaking the hold.” Indeed, the action forced Kyle’s grip to open as Daniel’s leg straightened out along the ground. “Because you’re around the bottom of my butt-cheek there, I have just enough leg to successfully counter by levering against your arm. Unpleasant as it sounds, you need to get your hand right up my arse-crack for this hold to work.” Kyle shifted his weight to get his shoulder closer to Daniel’s groin, allowing him to feed more of his arm through the legs. He adjusted his hand position, and managed to get his fingers inside the waistband at the base of Daniel’s spine. Not just the waistband of the gi trousers either, his fingers had slid inside the top of Daniel’s boxer shorts and his knuckles were nestled in the top of the cleft between the other player’s buttocks. Daniel decided it was probably just a mistake and pretended not to notice, even though his dick most certainly had. Within a few seconds it was rigid and even poking into Kyle’s arm. Luckily Kyle seemed unaware of the embarrassing development. “Good, so, er, that’s `yoko shiho gatame’, or side four-quarters tarsus escort hold in English,” Daniel said hurriedly. “Can you get out of it now?” Kyle queried. In response, Daniel tried rolling away. Kyle pulled back, keeping him pinned. Daniel reversed the direction of the roll and Kyle pushed against him, again keeping him firmly in place. As he did so the hard-on rubbed against the American student’s arm, but Kyle still appeared not to notice. Deciding not to push his luck, Daniel gave Kyle a tap on the arm to indicate it was time to stop squashing him. Kyle’s hand retracted, and again Daniel could have sworn the fingers brushed his now tight balls, but mercifully they stayed clear of his incriminating erection. The American got off Daniel’s chest and they both sat up. The two martial artists knelt opposite each other, their training jackets long since forgotten. They bowed and Daniel opted for a defensive posture on all fours. He hoped this would hide his condition; the hard-on would undoubtedly shrink quickly once he got back into fight mode. The all fours position had the distinct disadvantage though of offering his back to the other player, an offer which Kyle quite literally leapt on to dominate his lighter opponent. Daniel hugged his arms round a trunk-like leg and hunkered down to try to prevent himself from being turned while he figured out what to do from such a bad position. From above, Kyle’s arms wrapped around Daniel’s chest and both players struggled for an exhausting half minute, with little further gain on either side. Still pushing against the unmoving leg, Daniel was startled by something brushing past his mouth. He instinctively blew it out of the way. He moved his head and realized that the tapes which held Kyle’s trousers up had come undone in the struggle and were now dangling in his face. The gi trousers were of a design where tape ran through the front and back of the waist, with a gap at the hips where the tape could be pulled to tighten or loosen the waistband before they were tied. Laughing, Daniel reached up and snagged a loop of the tape at the hip with his finger and pulled. “Hey, no fair!” Kyle laughed as he felt his gi bottoms go slack. He disengaged to grab his waistband before it could fall round his knees, and stood up to readjust. The loose end of the tape was trapped under Daniel’s knee though, and as Kyle stood up it pulled almost clear out of his waistband. “Now who’s doin’ the undressin’!” Kyle laughed harder as he held his trousers up with his hands. “Gonna have to take a time out to fix this.” With that he shuffled over to the side of the mat and took the trousers off to try to thread the tape back through. As the cotton bottoms lowered, Daniel’s felt like he had been hit with a sudden electric shock. Never had he imagined that anyone would wear a just a jock-strap under their kit for ju jitsu class. Yet here it was before his very eyes. Kyle stood unselfconsciously, naked but for a snug strip of white lycra secured with elastic round his waist, as he rolled up an end of the tape and tried to persuade it into the hole at the hip of his gi. Daniel felt his heart pounding in his head and the room seemed to darken as his vision narrowed to the younger man’s body, perfectly toned as it was from tip to immaculate toe. Shaking, he stood and walked over to the water. The bottle was right behind Kyle, and Daniel could have happily died as his eyes drank in the bare, creamy white cheeks framed by a triangle of white elastic strips. He took a long pull from the bottle, but the cold water did nothing to cool the atavistic urge that the almost-naked student had brought on in him. Daniel decided this was not an opportunity he could pass up. He recapped the water and boldly slapped his training partner across the bare buttocks. “Stop dawdling,” he said briskly, somehow maintaining a semblance of outward sang-froid. “We haven’t even finished Round Two yet. Kiss your bare arse good bye, it is about to be well and truly `whooped’!” “Ya think huh?” Kyle laughed again. He obediently discarded the redundant gi bottoms and followed Daniel back to the middle of the mat. “Do we like, get back into the same position?” Daniel grinned mischievously. “No fear!” he said as he launched himself at the still standing, nearly naked student. His shoulder connected with the rock hard abdomen and he stepped deep past Kyle’s slightly bent legs. He reached up and grasped a handful of exposed, smooth buttock and drove his shoulder in harder. Kyle toppled backwards, performing a smart breakfall with both arms as his back hit the mat. Daniel gave an animal-like cry as he landed on top of the student, frenziedly struggling to dominate him. He cranked at an arm, his hands slipping from the sweat which ran off them both. The American’s powerful legs wrapped round his deranged partner. He took hold under Daniel’s armpits and slipped one foot down to Daniel’s knee, pushing the leg straight and executing the same turnover that had been used on him twice already that evening. Now on top, with Daniel lying prostrate but struggling furiously, Kyle dropped to pin the smaller man’s chest and swivelled round to the side four-quarters hold position the pair had practised just before. He did not reach all the way through the legs this time though. Instead he crudely took hold of Daniel’s groin and squeezed until the Englishman calmed and lay still. Daniel’s breathing became shallow as Kyle’s weight bore down on his chest. The American’s hand released his sex and move up to deftly pick at the knot which still held the tape in place round Daniel’s own trousers. Pretty soon it was undone. Keeping Daniel’s chest firmly pinned by his own, Kyle turned his body in an unhurried arc until his navel was parked above his partner’s nose, his stomach squashing Daniel’s face and his own head resting on Daniel’s stomach. He grasped Daniel’s waistband and, with no resistance, slid the trousers down the trembling player’s legs, crawling down Daniel’s torso as he did so. Daniel moaned as the fabric of Kyle’s strap rubbed along his face: he distinctly felt the ridge of the younger man’s cock against his cheek as it strained against the thin material. He felt the trousers being pushed off his ankles, and lay motionless as Kyle’s body glided back the way it had come. Kyle resumed the pin and, again keeping the chest to chest contact, rotated his body back to the side four quarters hold position. Once again his palm travelled down his partner’s flat stomach, but instead of gliding over the waistband this time he slipped his fingers under the elastic of Daniel’s check boxers. Daniel’s dick was leaking, practically drooling runny fluid which covered Kyle’s hand. Kyle reached further and cupped the tight balls, by the feel of them recently shaved. He let go and ran his hand slowly through the divide between Daniel’s firm buttocks. Daniel gasped as he felt a fingertip slip between them and park against his hole. The finger probed gently, and Daniel responded by relaxing as anamur escort he had learned in the almost forgotten past of public school. One knuckle at a time, the finger slipped inside him. His dick twitched as Kyle alternately straightened and flexed the finger inside him. “Can you get out of this?” Kyle whispered. Daniel sighed. “Come on, try, I want you to try. I know you like it, but fight me.” Daniel let out a long moan. He was being totally controlled and the sexual pleasure was intense. Yet at the same time he hated himself for enjoying being dominated in this way by another man. Summoning up resistance from deep inside himself, he lifted the leg nearest Kyle’s head. The action drew his boxer shorts tight into his buttocks, trapping Kyle’s hand inside the crotch and pushing his finger even further inside. The leg barred one side of Kyle’s neck, and Daniel pushed against the carotid artery on the other side with his forearm. Without trouser material to brace against though the attempted strangle was useless. Daniel tried a cruder tack: he reached his other hand over his body and entwined his fingers in the American’s silky soft hair at the temples. With a firm grip he peeled Kyle’s head up by the hair, far enough to lift the solid student off his chest. He turned onto his side and pushed against the mat with his foot to slide out from under. Kyle’s finger slid out of his arsehole and his hand withdrew from the inside of Daniel’s shorts. Daniel’s heart picked up pace and the frenzied feeling that had come over him earlier returned. Re-invigorated, he took hold of the retreating arm and swung his hips underneath the jock who had dominated him only a moment before. He slipped his right foot up over Kyle’s shoulder and wrapped the leg around the American’s neck. His other leg snaked round the muscled torso under the armpit. He now had Kyle’s head and one arm between his legs and he crossed them together, lodging his right foot behind his own left knee. He squeezed to bring on “sangaku jime”, the triangle choke. He let go of Kyle’s arm to grab his own foot with his left hand, trying to bring the crushing technique on more quickly. Something was wrong though, perhaps he just did not have the strength in his exhausted body to crush the American’s muscled frame. Kyle looked down and grinned. “Nice view,” he commented, looking straight down the leg of Daniel’s shorts at his smooth balls. Daniel grunted and tried to squeeze more, but Kyle just smiled more widely before reaching round and wrapping his fingers into the front of Daniel’s waistband. He started to lean back and half stand up, and Daniel’s shorts peeled back to reveal his stiff manhood. Kyle took a good look; it seemed a healthy size, pretty similar to his own. Iron hard as it was, the American could not tell whether his partner’s equipment was circumcised or not. He hoped not, as he was kind of curious to see what a guy’s foreskin looked like in real life. He leaned back and succeeded in standing up, lifting Daniel with him. “Fuck,” said Daniel, half falling out of the shorts. A tearing sound announced the end of his underwear’s life and he fell back to the mat naked as the garment ripped free from his body. Kyle had managed to pull his arm free of Daniel’s legs, leaving them wrapped around his neck. Daniel could have sworn he felt the American’s carotid pulse pounding through his legs as he wrapped them tighter. A new shine lit Kyle’s eyes. In a blur, the student reached down and pulled the elastic of his jockstrap down around his knees. Daniel felt the student’s rigid manhood pop up against his buttock. Kyle held onto Daniel’s legs as he repositioned himself so that his dick nudged into the divide between his partner’s firm cheeks. He licked the palm of his hand, scooped some clear fluid off Daniel’s chest where it had been pooling from his leaking erection, and reached down to coat his own cock in the slippery substance. Daniel felt the head against his entrance. Kyle pushed steadily forwards. His dick seemed to squash up, then it slid free, up toward Daniel’s tight balls. He reached down and grabbed it again. He gave the tool a few quick strokes to bring it back to full hardness and held onto it tight as he guided it back against the Englishman’s hole and once again steadily pushed. Daniel breathed out to relax and felt his sphincter widen. Kyle pushed a fraction more and the tip of his manhood eased inside. He brought his hand up round his partner’s leg, held on tight and pressed his weight through his hips against Daniel’s ass. Steadily the cock slid further in, until it could go no further. Daniel’s eyes were screwed up and his breathing was shallow. “Easy buddy,” Kyle murmured. He felt the pressure ease on his dick as Daniel breathed out slowly several times, the tension leaving his face. Daniel let his head fall back and kept his eyes closed as he felt the hardness inside him slowly withdraw. Just when he thought Kyle’s dick would surely pop back out of him he felt it stop and slide unhurriedly back in. He looked up and they locked eyes. Kyle started to fuck Daniel with a steady rhythm, not super slow but not rushed either. Daniel reached for his own re-hardening manhood and started to slide his hand along it in rhythm with the sliding inside him. Kyle’s face hardened and he thrust forward more violently. The space between strokes became longer but the thrusts themselves were explosive. Daniel was already on the edge and masturbated furiously, lost to some animal part of his being. For minutes the violent strokes rammed into Daniel’s welcoming tight channel, making him whimper helplessly in guilty submissive ecstasy. Then Kyle grabbed him round the waist and went into a frenzy of hard fast fucking, his twitching buttocks a blur as he grunted with each and every stroke. Daniel felt the pressure building at the tip of his penis, sensing that the same was happening to Kyle inside him. Kyle let out a wild cry and thrust hard into the dominated Daniel. He held the position rigidly. Daniel’s hand stopped moving. Intense pleasure flooded through the nerves in the exposed angry red head of his tensed cock and a long shot of semen torpedoed out and cleared his head completely, hitting the mat behind him in a solid glob. Daniel knew that Kyle’s balls had also emptied inside him. Three more shots flew out of his dick and spattered his neck and chest. He let his legs fall from the hard, muscled shoulders to rest on the mat. Kyle’s dick pulled out of him and the American collapsed on top of his spent partner. Daniel ran his fingers through Kyle’s shaggy hair and he felt a hand gently cupping the back of his neck. He looked up and Kyle’s lips hungrily met his own. They embraced more tightly and allowed their tongues to lazily explore each other’s mouths, their bodies seeming to melt with a new warm bond which replaced the sexual hunger that had so thoroughly consumed them both moments before. As they lay locked in post-coital passion, a sound across the room made them both freeze. Daniel felt his balls sharply shrivel and he jerked his head round to look at the door of the dojo. As he watched, the door swung shut, the room empty except for him and Kyle. Whoever had been there had left. A guilty sinking feeling hit Daniel in the stomach. He looked back at Kyle, whose own face was now pale with fear. “Fuck,” he said.

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