Legal shit: This story is not real, though the characters are all based on real people. The names have been changed. The rest is a figment of my dirty imagination...
'Let the games begin' I think to myself, as i drive back to school Sunday night. Sensei Max wanted to play games with me, i was willing. but, soon he would learn what it was like to play games with a pharmacy technician.
I live close to school, so I return to work each weekend. I helped myself to some...supplies while i was there. Nothing too illegal, just some things to have some fun...
I happened to know that Sensei ate breakfast the same time i did on Mondays, having seen him there before. So, i go to the dining hall, and find him. I sit down with him, since he was the only one at his table.
"Good morning Sensei" i said, as i sat down. A look of suprise flashed across his face, then he smiled real pretty.
"Morning" he said. "Interesting seeing you here today."
"Yea, isnt it? Hey, isnt that your friend Ryan?" I gestured to the door of the hall. Sensei looked and waved him over, but Ryan didnt see him.
"ill be right back" he said, and got up to tell Ryan where he was sitting. Once he turned around, i moved fast. I dumped a little powder into his juice, bluish-purple powder. Stirring it up to dissolve it, i waited for him to return.
I ate in a terrible frenzy, and was up before 5 minutes of early-morning conversation was done. I headed to the gym, where i knew Sensei Max would go next. Sure enough, he arrived a little after i did. I stayed in the bathroom until he changed and went into the weight room to work out.
I went out into the weight room, and there Sensei was, doing bicep curls. He looked up and stared at me for a second. I couldnt blame him, i wasntr dressed normally. I had on skintight shorts, which rode low on my waist. I wore a muscle shirt with the bottom few inches missing, which left from my belly button to just over my pubes exposed to air.
I took an empty space directly in Sensei's line of sight. I did all the most obscene stretches i could think of. I bent over and touched my toes, knowing that a good amount of my ass was in view for all now. I had always been told that my ass was my best part, and now it was time to capitalize on it. I stretched my arms, i stretched my legs, my back, my chest. I took careful time to make sure Sensei had to see every part of my body fully flexed and defined. I turned about, facing him, and did some more torso stretches that tightened my stomach, making it look sharper and more definied. Thankfully, there were about 3 people besides Sensei and I in the whole gym, or i would have been beet red doing this.
Sensei Max hurredly moved away once he finished his sets. He went to the bench press, probably figuring to get me back like last time, when he tortured me with his open legs. Not this time. Forgoing the pretend-each-other-isnt-there rule we seemed to have worked out, I walked right up behind the bench press to spot Sensei Max. Now, the whole time Sensei looked up, he saw my smiling face, my sweaty white muscle shirt clining to my pecs, my flat, hard stomach, the open expanse of midsection exposed from my low shorts, the top half of my tattoo on my right hip, and below, the bulge of my privates, hanging right in his face.
When Sensei finished a set, i would lift the bar with more than necessary strength, and my abs tightened, showing the hard muscles underneath. Sensei looked suprised, and nervous. I looked down towards his shorts, and saw that he was quite erect.
The powder i had put in Sensei's drink was a crushed and powdered pill. A little, diamond-shaped, purple pill, by the name of Viagra. He had drank a double dose, and would have an unyielding horniness for the two days at least. The slightest thing would now set him off, and he was mine to torture.
Sensei got up, and faced me. His hardon looked obscene in his gym shorts, but he didnt hide himself. "Lookin good" i say, and turn to leave. As i walk away, i do the best job of moving my ass for attention that i have ever done.
Monday night, of course, is when we have Jiu Jitsu class. I get there early, and it was just Sensei and a few of the older students setting up. I sat in the corner and got ready. Taking off my shoes, my hoodie, and putting on my belt, i didnt notice Sensei walk up to me.
He smiles, looking devilishly hot as always. He wore a tight black dojo shirt, he always wore that shirt to class. "So how are you doing Sensei?" I ask, playfull grin on my face.
"Interesting you should ask. What did you do to me?" He asked. I began to feel uncertain. Was he mad? Did i go too far? Well, there no backing out now.
"Dont you love a good game?" I asked, mirroring his question when last he cockteased me. A great big smile crossed his face.
"We'll talk about this later. Oh, by the way, your belt test is tomorrow night. You ready?" Confused by the abrupt change in subject, I just nodded. We both looked over at the sound of the doors opening, the rest of the class begins to file in.
Class begins as normal, Sensei running stretching and calesthetics. Then, he throws a twist in. When everyone pairs up, he pairs himself with me. This is highly unorthadox, as Sensei never pairs up. "There is an uneven number today" he explains, but still i find it odd. As we go over the basic 5 angles of attack, i notice that he isnt bulging his way out of his gym pants. 'Did i mess it up? Does he know a reversal that i dont know about?' I wonder. Later, as he demostrates somethign to the class, i glimpse the answer. As he bent over to help Ryan up, after knocking him over, i see a thick strap poke out from his waistline where i would usually get to see his underwear band. Hes wearing a jock strap, i realize.
A feeling of victory hit me. I he was still struggling from the drugs, and so i had scored alot of points against him in his game. I didnt realize how many points we would each gain on each other this class.
During the class, i managed to make Sensei's position go from bad to worse. Administering my favorite move, the kote gaeshi, Sensei is on his knees before me. I step forward and bump him in the face with my crotch before releasing him. Another time, dodging under a punch, I do a full split before him. Eyes open in suprise, he gives a wide smile. "Nice move, but you would be screwed in a fight from there" he says to me.
"I know, but u loved it." I respond with a smile. By now, with my constant brushing against his chest and once 'accidentally' tapping his crotch on my way to the ground, Sensei was a little more hunched. I hear cronic hardons can start to hurt a bit. I was winning.
That is, i WAS winning. During evasion technique practice, Sensei Max stops me. "You're cutting it short, you need to flow it better." He says. He gets behind me, puts his hands on my hips, and giudes me. As he guides me, he puts his basket right in my ass. As we go back and forth, over and over through the techniques, he moves himself just a little in between my ass cheeks. This stimulation was more than i could take, and i couldnt help it, i got hard. I was fully hard and oozing when he stopped the movements.
"There you go, much better." He says. His smile was one of triumph, and i begin to wonder if i had even been doing anything wrong at all. One thing was sure, i lost that round of the game.
I had to jerk off twice in the shower after class. My mind just kept slipping back the memory of us moving together, his big, strong chest on my back, his hands resting gently on my hips. The feel of his package nestled in the crevice of me ass, him moving it around just a little. And his breath on my neck...god it was all so hot.
The next morning i went to chemistry class, but i was continually distracted by the tought of my belt test looming ahead of me. I found myself dressed and ready a full hour before i was due in the dojo.
I walk into the dojo, and it seems almost dead. The place is totally empty and still. Then i see Sensei Max sitting very still on the mat at the far end. He seems to be meditating, but looks up as i approach. He nods to me, for the first time not smiling. I realize that this is serious time. No matter what was going on between us, Jiu Jitsu would remain sacred, and the test would be untainted by games. I see in the bag beside him a bit of orange. The belt that i was testing for was in there, i saw it. It made me want it even more.
The test was long and exhausting. Everything i had been taught was woven into a complex examination, and i found myself sweating profusely at the end. Punches, blocks, kicks, throws, locks, everything i knew i was tested on and i performed better than i ever had in class.
Finally, Sensei Max stopped giving me instructions. He stood up, and lloked at me. I bowed to him, and together we knelt to the ground. He looks me in the eye and says, "You pass. Excellent work." Pride, relief, victory, and exhaustion swept me at once. I couldnt stop smiling.
Sensei said some ritual words, many of which i didnt hear, so great was my excitement. He presented me with my new orange belt with the words "Treat this with great respect, for it is the symbol of all you have learned, and all you have strived for thus far." I took my new belt, put it on, and bowed to my Sensei.
"Thank you very much Sensei. You are a great teacher, and a great man." I tell him. We bow to each other again, and I leave.
I shower when i get back, feeling both tired and exhilirated at the same time. Walking back into my room, i find my roommate Brent. I tell him about my test, and he says "Way to go man, knew ud get it. Hey, im going out again, ill see u when i get back. Later."
"Later" i said. I get dressed, and lie down on the futon across from the TV. I start thinking about Sensei Max again. What was going on? Was i just some cheap fun? I knew that i wanted more than that from him. He wasnt just incredibly hot, he was one of the nicest people i knew. Nobody was ever as happy as he seemed, and his constant smiles made me feel like....i cant even explain it. It made me sad that it wouldnt happen, that i was probably just a fun little game for him.
A knock on the door snapped me from my revere. I got up and looked at the clock, it was 10:30. 'A little late for a random visitor isnt it?' i thought. I opened the door, and was shocked. There was Sensei Max, wearing a loose black button down shirt, with a white undershirt, and black pants. He had a nervous but happy smile in his face, and a rose in his hand.
"Suprise." He said.
What should he say? What should i do? Suggestions, comments, questions, send them to PhoenixFire543@yahoo.com. I love response mail!