Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 08:31:38 -0800 (PST)
From: IB77 <idiotboy77@yahoo.com>
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 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
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 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.