Judo Practice

Judo Practice

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20-year-old, Curt Farmer was waiting in the elevator on the way up the eighth floor and he was a bit apprehensive. He was meeting someone he found a bit uncomfortable to be around. He was a short and stocky with a beautiful cut head of red hair. On the produce isle he would have been known as a ginger. He was a brown belt, and this guy that was one of the assistant coaches, who was in his early thirties. Had agreed to help him practice for his upcoming trial for his black belt. Master Powell was somewhat of a sensitive subject to him. He had known the guy for the two years he had been coming here three times a week. Curt liked guys, and he liked capable, powerful guys. It was not something he had really rolled with a great deal.

Charlie Powell was a good-looking guy, to Curt and he filled several of the other bills. He was a big, rough-and-tumble guy that held two different black belts and knew what he was doing. He had close cropped dark hair and the dark eyes to match. He was muscular, dark skinned and was a pleasant guy.

Then there had been the incident, and that had seemed to make things very strange, and Curt did not know why. He was gay, so it was natural to feel attraction to those that did it for you. Unfortunately, Master Powell did it for him. Since the incident it had seemed as if things were just accelerating, and Curt was new to the game. The incident was simple enough, and under most circumstances would have been simply harmless. The class had paired off and, at the back of the row, as Curt always seemed to be. There was an odd number of people and Charlie had quickly hurried over to be his sparring and holds partner.

Curt was a bit smaller than Charlie and not nearly as bulky, but he was able to handle himself usually. They were practicing holds so, in this school, when they paired off. The two in the pair would wrestle and try to get a submission and that was a match. He and Charlie had locked up and he knew Charlie was stronger and more experienced than him. So, he decided to try to unbalance and grabbed him and tried to throw him with his weight onto the mat. It was a good try, but Charlie had been expecting it and had tuned his body a little and he tossed Curt down and went with him. They hit the mat and Charlie immediately went to get an arm bar, along with the use of his leg on Curt's arm. 

Curt rolled overusing his balled up back and was going to do the same to Charlie and again, was blocked. They went down on the mat in kind of a tangle, but Charlie ended up with his foot landing right on Curt’s Cock and balls. He had managed to get hold of one of Curt’s writs and turned his arm with a wrist lock and held it. Curt’s body and mind betrayed him, because as the jab of pain hit his arm, he was getting a boner like he had never had before.

At this school, they generally did not make a practice during drills of kicking each other in the balls, so he had no need for protection. They sat sort of facing each other, with Curt’s legs spread wide enough so that Charlie’s legs were on the inside. He had Curt bent over a bit with the wrist lock, but his right foot was solidly against Curt’s 6” stiffy. He had noticed but grinned at Curt and the foot pressed harder against his cock and balls.

Charlie had looked quick over his shoulder to make sure no walkers were headed this way, satisfied he continued. He eased up on the wrist lock and Curt’s blue eyes, met his. No one would see and easing up on the lock made it easy for Curt to break it. He took his foot and began to rub Curt’s cock and balls outside of his sweatpants. On days they did this it was acceptable to wear gym clothing. Charlie held Curt’s gaze as he rubbed on his cock, he made no move to pull his arm from the lock or move away from what Charlie was doing. So, he grinned and twisted a bit more pressure back onto the wrist lock. This time Curt did move his bottom, he inched forward more into what Charlie’s foot was doing. Charlie really applied the pressure, and it caused Curt to bend over slightly.  Charlie held this for as long as was safe from being discovered and he released the hold. They both had to sit there for a moment so that Curt’s 6” erection and Charlies 7” hard on. They sat for a second to catch their breath and to let their erections go away.

Over the next couple of weeks, a strange sort of pattern had emerged. In the beginning Curt had felt ashamed and missed a scheduled class, which almost never happened. He could not expel the ideal of how much he loved the feeling of the stronger Charlie Powell having him under such control. The pain from the hold, and the feeling of the stimulation of his cock and balls. He felt like a haunted man, it permeated almost every thought that ran through his mind. He did not know why; he had never run into this before.

A few days later they were going at it again and had ended up in a pile of struggling people. It was at the end of class, and most had already left so no one was watching. They ended up lying side to side and Charlie had his left crook of his inner arm locked around Curt’s throat, but he was not hurting him, just holding him tightly. He took his other hand and grabbed Charlie’s free hand on that side and guided it down till it was on the outside of a hard 7” cock on the inside of a pair of sweatpants lying between them. To the casual observer it would just be Judo as usual, and no one was paying attention.  Charlie’s dick felt massive to Curt, and he grabbed it and squeezed on it, just enough to make it feel good.

Charlie had carefully tightened the choke hold, and he had been trained not to use to much pressure. He locked it in had held it and Curt had started to rub on his dick. He did not stop as Charlie shifted the hold and he knew it was not comfortable. He was not a paid employee here, just another student that had earned a black belt. He saw something in Curt he did not run across often; fresh, powerful, and raw slave material. Hey if he was not into the slave thing, Charlie would wager he would easily fall into a roll of fuckbuddy for when you needed one. If he wanted to be a good little boy.

Charlie released him, gave him a minute to not be sporting a huge boner and to catch his breath. He sat on one knee above him and waited for his own hardness to ease off. What these two needed was a room to talk things out.

Till tonight, Curt had been at every class, and he partnered with Charlie every time. He was doing a great deal of practicing on his own, but here, he began to always lose to Charlie. It had become one of the guilty pleasure to hold Curt close, immobilized in some hold that he really put some pressure on. Not anything that would ever injure or cause damage. But some of it was painful and as he would twist this or pull that, they both laid there with massive erections. Charlie was advanced and could throw some wicked submission holds all over you, and they were meant to make you well, submit. Yet, Curt never did, he just stayed as he was and would take it. That was the pattern, then the news had come forward about the trials. Charlie had volunteered to come in and meet him after hours. All the advanced volunteers had keys to the main training room.

Curt came in and discovered Charlie was working out and loosening up by stretching. His muscular body was in fantastic shape, and he was so balanced. As he came in Charlie spoke.

He said, “Hey, five minutes to spare. How about locking that door?”

Curt reached on the bottom on the door and headed towards the locker room to change, Charlie interrupted him.

“Hang on a second man, I have something I am thinking but I don’t want to offend you too badly.”

Curt was earnest, “I am sure you must think that I am just another one of those faggot losers. Want him to give up and all you got to do is touch his dick.”

Charlie reached over and put his hand on Curt’s shoulder, “Curt I don’t think any such thing, you are one of the best students we have here. If you want to think of yourself, and I am assuming, you are gay, as a faggot. That is fine with me, you are hot, and I can see many ways of you helping me to get off.” He stopped and paused to let this sink in, and Curt did not leave or bolt. He added, or started to say more and stopped after a word Curt could not make out.”

Curt, enjoying Charlie’s hand on his shoulder said, “I am glad you don’t think I am like a sissy, and frankly if it makes me one okay. I like when you have control of me, can hurt me if you want, can touch my dick whenever you want or make me touch yours. If that makes me a faggot, I guess that is just what I am.”

Charlie decided to let him have a taste of what he was peddling and see what he thought.

He told Curt, “No need for the locker room, take what you have off and just leave your underwear on.”

Curt took his clothes off, all except his underwear. He had a nice shapely young man’s body and an unyielding bulge as he was wearing men’s bikini style underwear.  Looking at what was before him, Charlie was instantly hard and breathing harder. He thought, ‘Let’s see just how obedient he is.’

Charlie walked over to a box that was his and pulled a few zip ties out, a bottle of lubricant, some metal clamps for the nipples and Mr. Shakey, or a sex toy named that. It was adjustable and made to slide over a dick and to vibrate like crazy.

He said, “Over on the mat, on your knees, with your wrists crossed behind you, also cross your ankles.”

Curt said, “Sir,” and headed over to the mat, got in the center and then onto his knees. He was perfect, he crossed his pretty legs, so his ankles crossed and held his hands behind him with his wrists crossed.  

Charlie got behind him then first used his phone to snap a picture of this hot number and used two zip ties to secure his wrists and ankles. Then he slid most of his dick out the side of his bikini underwear leaving it exposed. Now he reached and grabbed the material of the underwear over Curt’s balls and twisted them tight and squeezed steadily. He talked as he worked.

“What do you think about most often when you jerk yourself off. Honesty here, I mean the thing that gets you off in no time flat?”

Charlie could not see but Curt’s face turned red, “Well sir, I like the ideal of a guy having so much control over me that they can just do whatever they want. People like me, think of making people like you cum and we get hot about it. Though sir, there is something you should probably know.”

Charlie was listening and had greased up his hand with a liberal amount of lubricant and grabbed Curt’s Penis and lubed it up and jacked it to get it very hard. Once it was, he slid Mr. Shakey, which had been nice and charged and put it on the end of Curt’s hard cock. He eased it down onto the shaft and turned a nob on the side of it that made it tighten up. He pushed it down as far as it would go and tightened it till the lube started to really pour out of the bottom of it. He grinned, and toggled the on switch activating Mr. Shakey, and the vibrations reverberated through the flesh of Curt’s cock. He had to immediately stifle a moan, it felt weird but very, or so very good.

Charlie asked, “What was it I needed to know slave?”

Curt said, “Sir, it may seem odd, but I am not like a social animal, don’t get out a lot. No one has ever fucked me before. I wanted some to try but just never said anything. If it is something you like to do, I guess I am your faggot.”

Charlie grinned again, “Wow, I get to pop your cherry too.” As he said this he made some more adjustments to Mr. Shakey, which was set to high, and Curt’s world lit up as the thing started sending strong vibrations rippling through the lube that was around the skin of his cock. These vibrations worked it seemed deeper and deeper till he bet every cell in his cock was stimulated.

Curt said, “Oh, my, that is something else, sir.”

Charlie, with his Devilish good looks, was grinning as he got on his knees behind Curt, with a bottle full of lube.

He leaned forward and licked Curt behind his left ear. “For your first time I have got something special. I have some heated KY oil that I will slick myself up with, good, it heats on contact as well. It will give you a neat sensation, and is perfectly safe, it is made for this. Don’t get used to being pampered like this, you are getting popped, might as well make that as nice as possible.”

Without warning, he reached around Curt and put the clamps on his nipples, and this contrasted directly with the pleasure the thing on his dick was causing.

Charlie put his mouth close to Curt’s, “I kiss my wife or girl’s I fuck, faggots, per your choice, I spit in your mouth, and you swallow it. Open.”

Curt opened his mouth and Charlie took his time and spit several times all into his mouth.

“Swallow it faggot.”

Charlie watched Curt’s Adam’s Apple go up and down as his throat worked to obey him. As he watched him get the last of it down his dick was throbbing. He pushed it slowly into Curt and was the gentlest with him he would ever be in the future. He had forcefully pulled the bikini underwear to one side giving him access to that hole.  He took his time and kept adding liberal amounts of the oil to his dick as he worked it deeper and deeper into Curt. It was not long before he was fucking him full on.

Now he licked him behind the right ear and said, “What do you think about being fucked up the ass?”

Curt was honest, “It is a bit painful sir, but it feels good in a way as well. May I ask a question sir?”

“What is it faggot?”

Curt said, “How does it feel to you sir?”

Charlie’s eyes lit up with desire as he replied, “If it is not the tightest, it is one of the tightest holes I have ever fucked. You got a bad deal here; your cock has a vibrator humming on it. The toy that is humming on my dick is a real and live you.”

Curt was a bit sore, but Charlie’s thrusts made him feel good too and each time he did he was getting closer, he was getting vibrated into getting off slowly but surely.

Charlie whispered into his ear, “This will also be unusual, but since you are a virgin and have such a tight ass, what the hell?”

He reached around with some of the warming KY on his hand and removed Mr. Shakey, and roughly grabbed Curt’s cock. He gently began to slide his powerful hand up and down the shaft of it.

Curt went, “All the fucking powers of the universe, that feels so good thank you sir.”

Charlie replied, “When faggot slaves like you, who do what they are told, get this sometimes, when I decide you should.”

He began to really pump his hand up and down on Curt’s cock and he rocked his hips faster and was building up himself, that was so fucking tight. Curt made a funny noise and shot cum all over the place and Charlie continued to jerk him through the process. He had his chin sitting on Curt’s right shoulder and had watched him release. When he was about dry, Charlie let his hand ride up and concentrate on the head and jerked it up and down very fast.

Curt said, “Oh, that is, oh.”

Charlie said, “That is called post orgasm torture, people with big strong hands like me are really good at it.” He kept right on, and Curt continued to moan, and it was making him hot. It built and built till he pushed deep inside Curt and started draining his balls inside of him.

He told Curt, “Oh yeah, that sensation you are now feeling is what you faggots are born for, slave. You are now officially not a virgin any longer, me shooting cum up your ass has sort of deflowered you.”

Charlie fucked him slowly for a few more minutes and then pulled his dick out of a distended and stretched ass hole. He walked around and made Curt lick his cock nice and clean. He loved standing from above and watching a hot little number like Curt work.

“You don’t need to practice for the trials, you have been ready for your black belt for some months now.

He had gone over and wrote something on a piece of paper as he also taped Curt with his cellphone. He was in the middle of the floor pad, naked, on his knees with a steady stream of Charlie’s cum dripping out of his freshly de flowered ass.

Charlie walked over to him and handed him the paper. “That is my address, I am a 24/7 master that is looking for a houseboy, if you are interested, be there by 6:00 P.M. tomorrow evening.”

Curt sits there on his knees and knew he had just been rocked. He took the paper and put it to the side.

“No, need to know if I want to do it. I will be their Sir.”

Charlie said, “Good, I have been absent one for a few weeks now and you are perfect. Clean yourself and this place up and lock up on your way out. See you tomorrow, cock-sucking faggot.”

“See you tomorrow, Sir.”

Charlie left Curt with his mess to clean up. He was smiling, he’d never considered that Curt might be a virgin. He will always remember I was the first, one that fucked him. What a find that young man had been.