Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 37-40

When the holiday was over, however, things changed for the five of us. Sid's parents, also in the military, moved away on another assignment. I did invite Blake over to my house one Saturday, but he declined. I think that when school started back up and they got back with their friends, they lost interest in me. Too bad; their loss.

Jenn and Harry continued helping me get ready for the contest that was now looming less than six months away. Every day was another day that drew it closer. I had to lay the sexual stuff aside for the time being. I was still tied up in different positions, of course, but the activities associated with it had to be put on hold for the time being.

Every afternoon after practicing my bone, I was in the dojo working on perfecting my abilities. Training was a lot more important to me at that time than getting fucked by some huge cock. I did compromise a little, though. At night, I jammed a dildo inside me for the duration.

By February, I'd gotten into shape. So much so, that I had to try my skills out with another fighter. I had to find a local martial arts dojo. I found one in the yellow pages and on the second Saturday of that month, Harry, Jenn and I headed over to it, via taxi. We pulled up, I paid for the ride, and the three of us headed inside.

The owner, manager, and teacher of the facility introduced himself to us and asked us why we were there.

"It's me that needs to be here. Harry and Jennifer are here to watch."

"Then what do you want?" He asked.

"To test myself against your best fighter," I explained.

"My best?" He asked and I nodded. "There's no way that you can beat my best, son."

"Then I'd say that you have nothing to worry about."

"I never did."

I got the feeling that I needed to sweeten the deal a little.

"Then, how's this? If your fighter beats me, then you can do whatever you want to me for a night."

He was stunned at this, and his face showed it. He scrutinized me carefully for a few minutes. It took some more convincing and a waver of damages if I get hurt before he would let me into the area, but eventually, a deal was made.

"Remember the last time you made this type of deal, Daniel," Harry whispered.

"I remember, Harry, but I need to gauge how I'm doing. If I'm nowhere near where I need to be, then I'm not going to even attempt anything this summer."

"Fair enough," he said with a shrug.

I got into my white gi and we walked into the dojo's workout room. We had to wait for about half an hour before his class arrived. When it did, he had the class sit down against one wall. He called out a teenager named Mo.

"Mo?" Harry whispered to me, smirking.

Mo walked out to stand in the middle of the mat. I got a real good impression of him. I could tell that he could handle himself fairly well, but there were little things that I picked out that I thought I could exploit. He seemed to be favoring his left side a little more than his right.

"Okay, class, this is Daniel. He's here to try to tackle Mo in a fight."

"Good luck," one of the students commented sarcastically.

The teacher invited me onto the mat and I walked out. Mo was sizing me up as I had already done with him. We faced each other and bowed. Both of us got set and the teacher started the contest. Mo came at me with a wild kick; he was testing me. I blocked it with my right arm and laid a quick punch to his left rib. I spun away to get set up for his counter. He was now really favoring his left; I'd hit a sore spot.

We went on, both of us swinging, blocking, kicking, blocking, and so on. Finally, I swept his feet out from under him and he landed on his back. I brought my elbow down on his sternum, knocking the air from his lungs. I rolled away before his elbow made contact with my chest. He got up, but slower. We battled a little more, but, again, I got past his defenses and nailed his left side. This time much harder with a kick.

He hit the ground, groaning in pain, but refused to give up. Not yet. His next attack was sloppy. One upper cut to his chin, and he was out of it. I smiled and walked over with my hand out to him.

"Good fight," I said, as he took my hand.

"Not good enough, apparently," he answered, holding his left side. He was a little embarrassed by being beaten by a kid about three years younger than him, but didn't seem too bothered by it.

I thanked the teacher for allowing the fight. He asked if he could talk to me in his office and I nodded.

"Who's your teacher?"

"Sloan Carpenter," I answered once we were alone. "He died last summer, but I'm still learning from a few tapes he'd made for me."

"I was going to ask if you would be interested in learning here," he suggested.

"No, but thank you for the offer. I had one master, and I'm not wanting to learn from anyone else."

"Fair enough," he said.

"As a thank you, would you like me to…?" I motioned towards his groin.

"Not all of us are into young boys, Daniel," he said with a smile.

I nodded and left the dojo wondering what he would have done with me if I'd lost that fight. I decided it wasn't worth worrying about.

Moving into March, I only got better, stronger and faster. I was becoming even more obsessed with it all. Right around the end of the month, I received a letter in the mail. The return address was a Japanese symbol. I was stunned.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"It's got to be the invitation to the Kumite. That's the only thing it can be."

Nervously excited, I opened the envelope. Another envelope fell out of the first one. It was a lot more elaborate. Japanese symbols decorated the left side. Cautiously, I untied the ribbon that ran down the front.

The first page was all in Japanese. The second page was the translation into English. It called for all fighters to arrive in Tokyo on June thirteenth of that year; a Saturday. Both adults and teens would be fighting in the same place. Teens would fight in the afternoon, and the adults would take the floor that evening. Should everyone show up, there would be a total of twenty-four teens and twenty-four adults. To take the prize, I'd have to win five fights before it was over.

I doubled my efforts. Every day was an excruciating workout. They were so extreme that both Harry and Jenn stayed away while I was working out. But, one night a week was always ours. At the end of the month, we were watching television one night. I was licking Jennifer's slightly hairy twat when all three of us heard a strange sound.

"What the fuck was that?" Harry asked.

"I dunno. Sounded like it came from downstairs."

I turned off the TV and we moved towards the door leading down there. The light was turned on, revealing nothing out of the ordinary. We scanned the room together, coming up with nothing.

"Here!" Harry cried.

Jenn and I shot over to see a crack in the paneling. We pulled on it and it swung outward. It was another small room. In the room were a few other toys, some tapes, and a black gi with gold down the sides. A black belt with a gold stripe down the middle was laying across the rest of it.

"Check this out," Jenn suggested.

It was a video tape with a note attached to it; it read "play me", with Sloan's handwriting. I ignored everything else in the room for the time being. I went upstairs and shoved it into the tape player. The three of us took our seats on the sofa after I hit the play button.

"Hello, Daniel," Sloan said in his soft, commanding voice. "If you're watching this, then it means that the time has come for you to be leaving for your Kumite and I'm gone. I knew that this might happen, so I'm making this tape for you to help.

"You have all the knowledge you need to win. I know you have the drive to do so, and that's all you need. Don't do it for me; do it for yourself. Whether you win or lose, know that you tried, and no one can ever take that away from you. Some people go through their entire lives without doing anything. Remember what I once told you; embrace the change, and make it yours.

"Know this; that no matter what happens, I am proud of you. And whatever you choose to do with your life, do it, and know that I'll always be there with you. Please, take care of yourself.

"I love you."

I couldn't see that last part of the video through my tears. I turned towards Jennifer and cried my eyes out again. I just couldn't stop. It was like he'd died all over again. It seemed to go on forever before it stopped.

I needed a few moments to get myself back together, so I headed for the downstairs bathroom. I remembered coming here to collect myself after the Davis incident. The past thirty months were coming to a head. Two more months and I'd be finishing this project.

"For you, Master," I said to no one.

The next day, I got the plane tickets for myself, Jenn, and Harry. Their families also wanted to come along, so they bought their own tickets. For some odd reason or other, they were wanting to see this. I was under the idea that they didn't trust me that much with their children, but they assured me it was not the case. Besides, three young teenagers on their own for the first time in Tokyo have the potential for getting into a great deal of trouble. I was privately hoping for that very thing.

"What about the other tapes?" Harry asked when I appeared from the bathroom.

"Good idea," I said.

We headed back down to the small room and retrieved them. They were numbered, so we began with tape number one. The snow cleared and it was a picture of me, standing in the living room of the house. But, I was younger.

Sloan was walking around me, talking. I couldn't make out the words, but I knew the experience. It was the first time Sloan began teaching me about being a slave. He was behind me and gave me a hard slap to the butt.

"And that'll help you remember it," he was saying. I snickered.

"That was the beginning?" Harry asked, and I nodded.

The next scene was the one where I was begging him to keep me. It was right after my first report card. I groaned at the scene. The whole thing played out before us.

"Well, that was pathetic of you," Harry commented.

"You want to go home without a nose?" I retorted back. Jennifer laughed at our banter as we continued watching.

The third one was set in his bedroom.

"You still have the choice to leave, Daniel," Sloan was saying. "Nothing's been done that can't be undone. Once we do this, there's no going back; you will be changed."

"Oh God, no," I said, knowing what this one was about.

"What is it?" Jennifer asked.

"You'll see in a moment."

Moments later, Sloan was climbing up on my back.

"Oh!" Jenn commented.

There were the arguments with him at the time and then my challenge to quit being so nice and fuck me. I was flipped around and he shoved his cock into my ass. As I watched myself scream from getting fucked for the first time, my dick got harder than ever. Jennifer winced as she saw what was happening. Harry was simply stunned, but couldn't tear his eyes away. I began stroking my hard-on.

"Damn," Harry said, "he's really laying into you."

"Not nearly as bad as it got later on," I answered back. "He really got kind of vicious at times."

"But you loved it."

"Yep."

The last clip on that tape had another surprise in store. It was the time he grabbed me and threw me out in the thunderstorm. Different clips of what happened while I was out there. And then the moment I decked him upon entering the house again.

"Can't believe he'd actually do that," Harry whispered.

"I can," Jenn threw in. "Daniel told me about it that summer."

We smiled at each other, remembering the conversation.

We ended up watching all of them that night. The other tapes were other spots along the path of memory lane. Different positions Sloan had me in. Cody's and my play times were among the lot. It was too bad the weekend I was at the resort wasn't there. It would have been nice to see that part of my life again. There was even the time Jennifer watched the two of us have our fun.

"HA! I remember that!" she exclaimed.

"It would be kind of hard to forget it, babe," Harry offered. Couldn't argue with that logic.

I had to jack off a few times that night. And Harry and Jennifer made love on the floor while I did. The movies were fun to watch and we had a great night.

April came and went like the wind. We had a birthday celebration for me at Jennifer's house and another more private one at mine that night. Lots of fucking and sucking at that one. May was almost as fast. The only difference with that month is that we had finals for the year. The three of us passed our classes with top scores. I did incredibly well in gym class, for some reason. On the last Friday night before the final week, our beginner's band gave a small concert. Other than that, it was a normal span of time.

I began tapering my training going into the last few days of May. Sloan said to do so, or I'd be too worn out for the actual contest.

June finally arrived. Our flights were scheduled to leave on the morning of the twelfth. We would be landing in Tokyo late that night, due to the time differential. I became increasingly worried about all of it. Harry and Jenn were there the whole time, but nothing seemed to settle me down.

On the morning of the eleventh, I headed over to see my parents. For two reasons; one, to see my mom as it was her birthday. Two, to say good-bye before I left. My dad was at work, so I wasn't worried about any of that.

"Happy birthday, Mom," I said when she opened the door.

She was stunned, but took the present from me. It was a simple gold chain necklace with a pearl on it.

"It's a collector necklace. You're supposed to buy more pearls to slip on to it over the course of time. When it's done, you'll have a pearl necklace."

She was stunned into silence. I actually got a hug, though.

"Also, I leave for Tokyo, tomorrow," I told her when we parted.

"The fight?"

"Kumite," I said, nodding.

"Good luck, then," she said, drying her eyes.

We hugged again and I left. I felt a little better knowing that some things had been laid to rest. We weren't exactly close, but we were moving in that direction. Things were looking up a little.

After I left, I headed to the barber shop. I didn't want any of the others to be able to grab anything, including my hair. I hated doing it, but it was necessary. I went home and packed my bags for the trip. That night, I closed up the house and left to spend the night with Harry and his family.

The next day was a hustle and bustle of getting everything together. We got loaded up and headed out to the airport. Jennifer's family met us there. When they called for the boarding of the plane to DFW, I waited till the last minute. My parents never showed.

"You okay?" Jennifer asked, once we were in the air.

"Yeah. I was just hoping my parents would show up before I left."

"Give them time, Daniel, they'll come around," Harry offered.

"What makes you so sure?"

"I did."

"I could kiss you right now, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I'd get jealous," Jennifer chided.

The plane ride to Dallas took about an hour or so. And the layover was about another hour. From there, it was three hours to Los Angeles airport for another two hours of sitting there. The next leg was going to be a long one; ten hours.

More than once, I had to get up and stretch. I would do the splits and pull my legs almost totally apart. One passenger told me to quit showing off, but was watching intently. The move sucked. So, there was pretty much nothing left to do but think about things. Sloan, my training, school, my friends, the four teenagers from Christmas; all of it.

When we landed in Tokyo, it was late. We'd already made reservations at a fairly nice hotel, so we went there first. From there, it was dinner. Airplane food just plain sucked. I was kind of wound up, so I hit one of the workout rooms in the hotel. I didn't overdo it, but it did work out some energy. I hit the sack at close to midnight, local time. It had been a long day.

The next morning, we were eating breakfast when an Oriental man came to the table.

"Who is Daniel Bowman?" He asked.

"That would be me," I answered.

"It is an honor to meet you. I am Tran; your guide while you're here. I trust you have your invitation?" I nodded. "Excellent; we will go over to the arena whenever you are ready."

"Thank you. I suppose we can go when we're finished eating."

"Then I will wait for you in the lobby."

"Do I need to be dressed in my gi?"

"No; street clothes will do, but bring your invitation."

I nodded that I would. Tran left us to finish eating and we made quicker work of the meal. I was anxious to get moving. When done, I headed back up to the room for my invitation and then back down to Tran and the others in the lobby.

"Just what all will you do as a guide?" I asked once we were in his small van.

"I will take you to and from the Kumite. Also, if there's anything you need while you're here, do not hesitate to ask. And I do mean, anything, Daniel."

I was curious about that last statement, but with the others in the van, I kept my questions to myself. He drove us to an area of town that was a bit shady. I wouldn't leave an expensive car just parked here. He got out and we followed him.

Tran took us down an alley and worked his way through.

"I am surprised that you have not asked about the contest, Daniel," he said while walking us along the path.

"I figured that the people in charge of it would explain the rules to me."

"There are no rules," he said, smiling.

"What do you mean by that?" Jennifer asked.

"It's a full contact match, young miss. There are three ways to win. One, knock the other guy out. Two, throw the fucker off the runway. Three, force him to say the word, mat�; it's like crying, 'uncle'. Any questions?"

"Nothing else? No other rules?"

"Nope. Win however a person can do it."

I smiled, knowing that things just got a lot more interesting. A few more minutes of walking and we made it to a double-door. He opened one of them and led our party inside.

"Here we go…," I said to the rest of them.

Chapter Thirty-Eight
Meeting Andrew

The teenage fighters were off to themselves. Not a one was standing still. Each of them had a trainer with them, a family member, and/or a guide as well. I noticed them working out and sparing with their trainers. I was a little impressed by what I saw, but didn't show it. The less they knew about me, the better.

Tran took us right to a table on the side. There were three Japanese men sitting behind it. Tran spoke to the one in the middle, introducing me to him, I was assuming. He beckoned me forward to him.

"Welcome," he said, and I nodded back. "Your invitation, please?"

I handed it to him and he opened it. From there he wrote down a few things on another piece of paper. Then, he looked back up to me.

"I understand you were the student of Mr. Carpenter?"

"Yes, sir," I answered.

"Did he show you the dim mok?" He asked and I nodded. "Please, show us, then."

"What the hell is a dim mack?" Harry asked.

"Dim MOK, Harry. It means 'death touch'." I nodded to the man on the other side of the table.

To the left of the table, there was a set of bricks. I took off my jacket and walked over to them.

"Pick one, Harry," I told him. He touched the top one nonchalantly and then backed away.

"No!" came from the table and we all looked. The man that was sitting in the middle was looking at us. "Bottom brick." Of course he would say that.

There was a stack of three of them. If I was older, I would probably be able to do this from a larger stack, but at thirteen, three was the most I could do. Sloan told me, though, it's not about strength; it's about power. There is a difference.

"Focus, Daniel, focus," I told myself, looking at the bricks.

The trick was to drive the power through the upper two bricks and crush the bottom one. It was difficult, but not impossible. Sloan had showed it to me the April I turned eleven. I hadn't shared this little secret with anyone up to this point.

I began building the energy up in my arms while thinking about how to do it properly. It took all my concentration to do what was needed. When I was ready, I released my hands and slammed my palm down onto the top brick. It drove the energy and power into the second and then finally into the third and bottom brick, crushing it into mostly dust.

"WHOA!" Harry shouted.

I shook my hand out of the stinging sensation and walked back over to the table.

"We will honor your invitation, Daniel," the middleman said, bowing. I bowed back to him. "The contest begins tomorrow morning."

"We'll be here," I said and we walked out of the building.

Harry kept talking about the little stunt I just did and how I could teach it to him. Jennifer kept telling him to shut up. Both sets of parents were fairly stunned and not talking all that much. When we got back to the hotel, I pulled Tran aside to ask him something.

"Is there a place with young boys around here? I'm kind of interested." I was hoping I wasn't coming off as a cop or something similar.

"Of course there is, Daniel," he said with a sly smile. "But it will have to be this evening."

"I don't have a lot of money," I suggested.

"Don't worry about that; being a fighter of the Kumite gives you certain privileges," he informed me. I nodded and he left.

I went to the gym for a short workout. Since I didn't want to overdo it so close to the contest, I kept it light. We ate lunch and spent some time sight-seeing. Dinner was at a restaurant close to the hotel. Upon returning, Tran was there as we walked in.

"I'll see you guys later, okay?"

"Where're you headed?" Harry asked.

"Somewhere fun, Harry," I said, looking at him hard. "Enjoy yourselves here."

"Right. Yeah, sure, we'll just do that," he returned.

I smirked and walked over to Tran. We left the hotel and headed towards a different area of the city. This one was bustling with life. Activity was everywhere. People just coming and going. Tran guided me to a building that a lot of people were entering and exiting from.

"I was kind of hoping for something a little less legal, Tran," I said, visibly disappointed.

"What's illegal in your country may not be so illegal here. Trust me."

"Alright…," I stated, kind of concerned that this wasn't what I had in mind.

We entered an elevator with quite a few others. From there, we went to the fifteenth floor. It seemed there was music coming from every floor that we passed all along the way. The elevator would stop at a certain floor and some would exit, while others would get on. Finally, it reached the designated level. We stepped off once the doors opened into a small lobby with double glass doors in front of us.

As we walked through, the first thing that hit us was the music; sort of a techno-beat kind of thing, but with a Japanese feel to it. Mostly men were there, with only a few women. Most of them seemed important, or at least important looking. Then I saw the boys. There were small boys, about the age of six or so, up to about eleven serving drinks to the men at the tables. Every last one of them were as naked as the day they were born, with one exception; collars.

"I take back what I said downstairs," I told Tran. He smiled back.

"Just wait a second, Daniel," he said.

The host led us to a table. Moments later a boy, that had to have been about nine or so, came over for our drink order. I got a soda while Tran got something called Sak�. They were delivered fairly quickly. The boy was certainly something to look at.

As we sat there, I began taking in the rest of the room. Other than the naked Japanese boys, it seemed like a normal bar that could be found anywhere in America. As I was looking and taking in the boys, they didn't seem all that bothered by the men putting their hands on them. Each time drinks or food was brought over, one of the men in the area would paw all over them, feeling their butts, nipples, dicks, balls, chests, and legs. I even saw one man reach around and shove his finger into one boy's hole. The boy giggled back at the man.

A few moments later, a roar of applause went up. I looked in the direction that everyone else was, and saw a train of boys walking out onto a raised platform to the side of the room. All of them were smiling and walking in at easy gait, but not all of them were Japanese. There was a black kid, about ten years old, and three white kids to accompany the four Oriental ones. All eight of them were about eight to eleven.

"Now what?" I asked Tran, having to yell over the cat-calls and jeers.

"Now, if you want one, you select one from the lot by using the keypad. However, you'd better hurry."

"How much?"

"Don't worry about that; it is covered. Select."

"Number seven," I said almost automatically.

The boy was cute. He looked to be the youngest of them, at about eight, with dirty blond hair, as opposed to my almost white hair. He stood still, belying the nervousness beneath. Others may have missed it, but I could tell he was very apprehensive. This may have been his first time up there, or close to it.

A moment later, a man on the stage walked out and ushered all of them to the side. Eight more boys took the stage and were presented to the audience. I looked at Tran in question.

"You have your boy," he said, answering my unasked question. I smiled back.

The second set of eight were okay, but I was pleased I got the one I wanted. For once. They were finished being bid as well, and all sixteen boys were led out to the crowd. My number seven was brought right to the table by a slim Oriental man. He bowed to Tran and left the boy with us. I was right; the kid was nervous.

"Sit down here," Tran told him, motioning the seat next to me.

"Hello," I said, extending my hand to the boy, "I'm Daniel." Nervously, the boy took my hand and shook it. "What's your name?" I asked when he didn't give it.

"Whatever you want it to be, sir," he said shyly.

"Then you'll tell me the truth," I said with a slight scowl.

"I was called Andrew at one time."

"Nice to meet you, Andrew."

He didn't seem all that "nice to meet me", but it was a start. I turned to Tran, wondering what I do with the kid, now.

"There are rooms behind that door next to the bar. The men standing over there will take you to one with the boy. Have fun."

"I intend to. Thanks."

He nodded and I pushed Andrew out of the booth. I walked over to the door and one of the men nodded once in a slight bow and I returned it. He didn't talk, but led us to a room down the hall. He opened the door for us to enter, and I took it for the invitation that it was.

In the middle of the room was a bed that seemed to be set on the floor. Other furniture filled the rest of the room, but was kind of normal for the country. I walked to the bed and sat down. Andrew stood by the door, waiting.

"Have a seat, Andrew," I said, patting the mattress next to me. Anxiously, he made his way over and sat down. "I don't bite, you know."

"Sorry," he said, with a slight giggle.

"Take a deep breath and relax, first." He did as he was told and he seemed a bit more at ease with me. "How many times have you done this?"

"Just once; I didn't like it."

"Why?"

"It hurt," he said with a shy shrug of his shoulders.

"I'll try not to make it hurt as badly. I promise." He smiled back in return. "How'd you get over here?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious."

"Well, I'm not supposed to talk about it," he whispered.

"Then don't. I don't want you to get into trouble because of me." He seemed to like that suggestion. "Let's start by you taking off my clothes."

He nodded and went right to work. Within a few minutes, I was as naked as he was. His eyes bugged out when he saw them first saw my nipple rings.

"Go ahead and touch them," I told him.

He nodded and reached for them. He flicked them a little and moved them around, but otherwise did nothing else.

"Are you that man's boy?" He asked, pointing to my collar.

"No. I was someone's slave, but he died about a year ago. Since then, I've pretty much been on my own." He nodded. "Tran's just my guide while I'm here for the next few days."

"For the Kumite?"

"You know about it?"

"Yes. I've overheard a lot of the men talking about it over the past few weeks."

"Well, that's another subject. Right now, I need some attention." I pointed downward. He got the point.

I laid back onto the bed and he lowered his head towards my teenage groin. Some hair had begun to pop up, but it wasn't too noticeable. I was blond, after all. I felt Andrew's breath on my groin moments before warmth engulfed my cock. His mouth felt wonderful all around my digit. It was like it was wrapped in warm velvet. Groaning in pleasure, my hands migrated down to his head.

I let him work on me for quite some time, before I had him bring me his bottom end. He moved up and we maneuvered into a sixty-nine. He gasped as I expertly sucked in his wee-cock. It was barely over two and a half inches [4 cm]. We sucked each other like that for several long, pleasurable minutes. He got better and better at it as we went along; he was probably copying my moves.

Finally, I pulled my dick out of his mouth and pushed him towards the bed's pillows. He was then flipped over to lie on his stomach as I moved up to lay down on his back.

"You know what's coming next, don't you?" I whispered into his ear.

"Yes, sir," he said back.

I lined my cock up to his tight hole.

"Then, take it," I said maliciously, and shoved my hips downward.

My four inch [10 cm] cock pierced his backside and I bottomed out in one fluid movement. He yelped at the suddenness of my assault. Lust propelled me onward as I began fucking the young boy. His hole felt as wonderful as his mouth did moments prior. He groaned as I jack hammered my cock into him time and time again. I made a particularly vicious thrust and he yelped again.

"Oh, quit complaining; you enjoy being taken like this, and you know it," I growled, no longer a teenager, but an animal filled with desire.

"No, sir," he said quietly.

"What was that, boy?" I asked, making another savage thrust.

"I thought you were different," he complained a little.

"I am different," I said as I shoved forward again, eliciting another yelp.

I began to feel the sensations of my orgasm building and I began picking up the pace of fucking the boy. He groaned again, but this time it was more in surrender. My hands went to his shoulders and I pushed myself off his back to ram him as hard as I could. I was so close I could almost taste it. Finally, in one, savage lunge, I came, sending a copious amount of my own juices into the kid.

Spent, I collapsed onto his back to rest. I heard him crying a little as I lay there, recovering. I kind of felt a little guilty about what I'd done. I slipped my cock from his well-fucked ass and slid off him to the side. I moved one hand to his far shoulder to pull him over, but he shook me off. A little ticked off, I grabbed him and yanked him to do what I wanted. He covered his eyes, to mask his crying.

"Lie still, Andrew," I said quietly. He shook his head, no, and tried to roll back over. I stopped him. "If you think that was bad, kid, trust me; I can get worse. Now, lie still."

He stopped trying to fight me. I reached over and kissed him on the nipples. From there, I worked my way downward to his navel for a tongue-bath, and then down to his soft dick. One swipe of my tongue on it and it was back to being interested again. I sucked him back into my mouth and began working him into the same frenzy that I had before. It took a lot of time to do so, but I was in no real hurry. He didn't seem to be, now, either.

When he got close, he pushed on my head for me to stop. I did no such thing. He squirmed and squealed and finally climaxed. Seeing a kid climax for the first time is a real treat. They know it felt better than anything they'd ever had, but they aren't sure why or how it happened. I made one more swipe of my tongue along his cock's stalk, eliciting a jitter from him and then left him alone.

"How's that for 'different'?" I asked, moving up to lie next to him.

"I'm sorry I said that," he said, turning towards me.

"I know you didn't choose to do this, but you're going to have to learn to like it. If not, you're going to be miserable. Either way, you're going to get fucked. And often. So, I'd learn to like it if I were you."

"How did you learn to like it?"

"I started off liking it. My master was kind and patient, though. You don't have that luxury. You're just going to have to do it yourself."

"I understand," he said, nodding.

"I hope so, because things can always get worse."

Again, he nodded. I got dressed and we walked out of the room, with one man looking sideways at me, and back into the bar. Tran was waiting at the same table. Andrew stayed with me for the rest of the time we were there. I kissed him one more time before we left for the night.

"You remember what I said," I told him to his face.

"I remember. Thank you, Daniel," he said and gave me a hug back.

"He seemed nice," Tran said as we loaded into the elevator.

"He was. I hope to see him again before I leave."

"Who knows; you just might."

Chapter Thirty-Nine
Kumite

After checking in with the small committee, I headed to the locker room. Inside, there were men and boys in different stages of dress or undress. I headed to a locker and began undressing as well. I removed my collar and nipple rings; I didn't want anything like that to get grabbed. I figured Sloan would understand.

I slipped on a slightly hardened jock-strap. It wasn't a cup, per se, but it did provide a little more protection for my nuts than a simple layer of cloth. From there, I took out the black bottoms that Sloan had left in the room. They looked awesome on me; just my size. The top was slipped on next with the black belt to go around my waist. I looked like a white ninja with some gold thrown in for decoration.

I took a moment to think about all that had happened to get me here. The reflection took me through a lot of things over the past three years. Three outstanding years.

"This IS for you, Master," I reaffirmed.

From there, we all lined up to go out into the arena properly. The adult fighters were on the left and us teens were on the right. Most of the others were trying to get loose. I'd already stretched out that morning and was about as loose as I was ever going to get. The referee came in and bowed to us. We bowed back and then he led us out.

Upon entry, cheers went up from the crowd. It was a huge crowd; larger than I expected. I put it out of my mind.

Focus, Daniel, focus. Only two things exist; you and your opponent. Everything else doesn't matter. Basic lesson.

The mat that we were to fight on was a slightly raised flat platform. Around the platform was a layer of dirt. Outside that was a ring of planks making a wall. To the left of us, where we were to be seated, was the panel of now five judges. The referee took the center of the mat. The crowd was all around us in a giant ring. Harry, Jennifer, and their families were right behind where we were seated. Tran was with them as well.

"Welcome to the Kumite," the center judge announced and an explosion of applause followed. He waited for it to die down. "This is a very unusual year as we have both youth and adult fighters. The young fighters will go first, and then the adults.

"Announce the first match!" He sat back down as a huge round of applause was erupting.

The panels above the judges flipped down to show two names; both of them Oriental. Money in the crowd began changing hands at an astronomical rate as two of my fellow fighters took the mat. Both stood and faced the judges. They bowed to them, the referee, and then each other. Then, they got set.

"HI!" The referee stated and lowered his hand in quick motion to start the fight.

The two sparred for several minutes, neither getting the better of the other. Finally, the one named Chin Po got an advantage. The opponent was able to escape out of it, but suffered a bloody lip from a quick backhand. The blood went flying across the mat.

"That is why they call this 'bloodsport'," I heard a voice next to me say.

I turned and saw a Japanese boy sitting next to me. I nodded back to him.

"Ling Chow," he said, extending his hand to me. I nodded and took it.

"Daniel Bowman," I answered, introducing myself.

"Did you enjoy your boy last night?" He asked.

I looked back at him out of the corner of my eye with a raised eyebrow. I was mildly shocked, but not bothered. I gave him a quick smirk.

"Immensely."

Well, he now knew where I stood on certain things. Not that my sexual habits mattered for this particular contest.

The match that we were watching finally ended with Chin Po taking his opponent down to the mat with a sweeping kick followed by a blow to the stomach. The opponent tried to get back up, but Chin nailed him with a fist to the face, knocking him out. He stood and bowed to the judges.

"Not bad," I commented.

"He's good; one of the best I've seen," Ling answered.

The next match was announced; Daniel Bowman III and Jean-Claude Van Dur.

"Time to separate the men from the idiots," I whispered to Ling. I got a chuckle in response.

I made my way down to the mat. A French kid was already there, hopping around like some bunny rabbit. I kind of raised another eyebrow at him, but turned to the judges first. I bowed my respect to them and got one in return. Another bow to the ref and then to Van Dur. He didn't return mine.

"I am going to rip your head off, American. I am going to wish you were never born. I will beat you dead. When I am through with you, your own mother will not recognize you."

He kept hurling threats at me, but I just stood there, flat-footed waiting for the command to start.

"This kid's in the 'idiot category'," I thought to myself.

"HI!" The ref said and backed off.

Van Dur didn't wait longer than a nanosecond before charging me. I moved faster than I ever had in my life with a sweeping roundhouse to his face. He was unconscious before he hit the mat. A tooth landed about three feet [90 cm] away. I was back in the same stance I was, as if nothing had happened. The crowd was stunned into silence; pin-drop silence.

I turned back to the judges, bowed, and calmly walked back to the inclined seats for the fighters. Ling was as quiet as the rest of the place. I readjusted my gi and sat there quietly waiting for the next fight.

Ling and an African kid fought next, with Ling barely winning out. He suffered for it with a swollen right eye and a clip to the ribs. I doubted if he was going to last through the next match.

Nine more fights rounded out the rest of the day. And then the adults took the stage. To say I was impressed would be a gross understatement. These guys were fast; pros in every sense of the word. If I had any hope of winning later on, I was going to have to make vast improvements. At the day's end, twelve teens and twelve adults walked back to the locker room.

"You okay?" I asked Ling.

"Yes; just a little sore." He knew better than to say anything else, but it was no secret he was suffering. He had to have at least one broken rib.

"Man, that was excellent," Harry was saying as we left the area. "I mean, you were the best. No one could have done what you did. It was great!"

"That's enough, Harry," his mother said, cutting him off in mid-sentence.

We had a quick meal in the hotel's restaurant and then headed to the rooms for the night. I opened my door to see a naked Andrew kneeling next to the bed. I smiled, but in a concerned way.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was told to come here and do whatever you asked."

After the day's action, I was fairly horned up; with all that testosterone in the locker room.

"On the bed, then," I said with a smile.

My clothes were on the floor faster than Van Dur was. Forgetting the preliminaries, I shoved my cock inside his ass as fast as humanly possible. He hissed at the sudden intrusion, but held on as I continued to lay into his backside. I didn't let up for a moment. With all that was a part of the day, it didn't take me very long before I came inside him. Spent, I rested on his back.

"How about we take care of you, now?" I asked, still breathing a little hard.

"Only if you want to, but I would like it," he said smiling.

I gave him a quick kiss to his cheek and had him roll over onto his back. I took my time with him this go-round. He kept begging me to finish him off.

"Do you want to get off or not?"

"'Get off'?"

"Finish, cum," I answered.

"Oh, yes, please," he said, now understanding.

"Then let me do it however I want, or you don't finish at all."

"Yes, sir," he said, yielding to the authority I had over his young dick.

I made him last for almost an hour before I finished my work with him. He was grateful, but as spent as I was. We took a quick shower, where he bathed me, and then dried off, hitting the bed soon after. I curled up behind him and we nodded off to sleep.

The next morning, I got up and stretched out my legs as normal. I took two chairs and put my feet on both of them. My only support was my groin muscles as I worked to center my mind on the task ahead of me.

"How do you do that, Daniel?" Andrew suddenly asked.

"Concentration. Now, let me alone to finish."

A few minutes later, Jenn and Harry walked in the room. They saw Andrew lying there naked.

"Have a good night?" Harry asked, smirking.

"How come is it that whenever I have to meditate, you two almost always interrupt?"

"I suppose he didn't have a good night, babe," Jenn answered back.

"Kiss my ass; both of you," I growled.

I got down off the chairs and replaced them to their positions. I looked at Andrew and wasn't sure what to do with him.

"How long are you supposed to be here with me?" I asked him.

"However long you are here in Tokyo," he said matter-of-factly.

"Well, then, I suppose you can come to the Kumite also," I said, sighing.

"I can?!"

"Yes. Get dressed and come on."

"He can sit with you guys. If there's no seat, have him sit on the floor." I told both of them as I turned.

The, now, eight of us headed to the arena again. I changed in the locker room again. I looked for Ling and saw him. He looked worse than he did the day before. His whole eye was now totally swollen over. A nasty bruise was on his right side where I now knew that a rib had to be broken.

I finished changing and got into line with the others. The twenty-four of us went out to another round of cheers from the crowd. We took our seats and waited for the first match to be called. It was Ling against Chin. Poor Ling didn't stand a chance. Chin had him out within a matter of a few minutes. I was later on; second to last. My name and a Korean kid's name were pulled up.

I walked out, bowed to the judges and ref, and then to my opponent. They all returned the gesture, and I got set. The Korean was good, using whatever he could to get an advantage. At one point, he grabbed my top and yanked. I decided to get rid of that problem and stripped off the shirt. We battled around for a few more times before I saw my chance. He gave me a feint, but I didn't take it. The move left open his left side for my right foot. He moved to block, but my left hook connected with his chin.

He swung out, but I wouldn't let him escape. I brought a left kick to his stomach that he was too slow to block. As he bowled over, I took the advantage again, hooking the other side of his face with a right cross. He went down to the mat and I followed him. A few more hits and he screamed out "mat�!" It had taken some work, but I won the fight.

We were now down to six players. The men took the stage next for their preliminaries for the day. I was becoming even more impressed with their abilities. I wondered if I was ever going to be that good.

Then our second round came. My name was first with a Chinese teenaged Sumo-wrestler named Yao. He was a few years older than me and outweighed me by at least a ton. We paid our respects to the judges, referee, and each other.

At the start, it was on, but not what I expected. I punched him and it felt like I was hitting a soft wall of flesh. Nothing seemed to faze him. Whatever I did made little difference in dispatching the giant boy. Even a sweeping kick to the side of his head didn't do anything. At one point, I tried another kick to his side and he caught my foot. I knew I was in trouble the second it happened.

He swung me around and threw me across the mat. I almost fell off the runway, but stopped just in time. I felt the floor shaking a little and then nothing. I had the impression to move quickly from where I was, and obeyed the feeling. He landed hard on the mat; right where I was a second before. I turned my body and kicked as hard as I could right to his side. The move worked and he fell off the side, on to the dirt. I was declared the winner.

"They're getting tougher," Harry said as we were walking back into the hotel that evening.

"Yeah, I noticed," I commented, flexing my shoulders.

"You think you'll have to fight both of the others?" Jennifer's dad asked.

"I don't know. I hope not. I suppose we'll see tomorrow evening."

We ate dinner and I had Andrew a few times that night. I was benevolent in giving an orgasm to him as well. But with the effort of the day's events, I was fairly tired. Sleep came easily to me that night.

I was fortunate. The next night, the draw came up that Chin was going to have to fight the other Japanese kid. He did so, but in a vicious way. He purposefully kept hitting and kicking the kid, but allow him to stay in the fight. Finally, the kid swung to hit Chin in the face, but he grabbed the fist before it made contact. Chin reached under and a sickening crunch was heard as he broke the kid's forearm bones.

The boy's screams filled the room, but Chin wasn't done. A kick to the side of the kid's leg broke his femur, eliciting another scream. As the kid went down, he was about to call out the word, but Chin nailed his mouth with a fist. He didn't go unconscious, but couldn't say anything through a bleeding mouth. Chin swung around and broke the other arm.

"MAT�!" He finally managed to get out.

Chin was about to close in and break something else, but the referee stopped it by grabbing his wrist. He shouted something to the sadist in Japanese and as blood-frenzied as he was, Chin finally stopped. Chin turned to the judges, but they stood and turned their backs on him. Scoffing, he turned to me.

"You! Are next!"

I stood with the others and bowed to the judges. Even the adults turned their backs on him. It was uncalled for what he did to the boy. I know why he did it; to get to me. He wanted me to be thinking of the boy and not the fight. And while the adults were fighting, I concentrated on putting it out of my mind. When one of them had won, the middle judge stood up to address the crowd.

"Prepare the platform for the final matches," he called out.

The ends of the mat were raised to give the platform a look of a sharp skateboard ramp. Then the panels flipped down to show me and Chin Po to fight. I stood and removed the gi top. I turned to look at my little party. Jennifer had a worried look on her face. Harry mouthed the words, "go get him" to me. I bowed to both of them and blew them a kiss.

I took my place on the platform. I bowed again to each of the adults and then to Chin. For some reason or other, he didn't return it.

"You can't win, white boy," he said after the ref started the fight. We were moving around each other, trying to gauge our chances at getting to the other. "You will lose."

"I've heard that before, Chin."

"Not from me," the teenager replied. He made to hit me, but I didn't fall for it.

Finally, he came after me, but instead of blocking, I moved out of the way and connected with his side. He spun his elbow backward and got my lip. Blood sprayed the floor again as I fell back. I wiped off my mouth as I looked back at him.

"You can't take a punch, can you?" He scoffed.

I ignored him. I moved to swing, but turned and did a kick to his stomach. He blocked and grabbed my foot. I spun out of it and kicked him in the face at the same time. He released my foot and fell backwards. I hit the ground, but bounced back up quickly.

The two of us continued sparring back and forth. One kick here, a hit there. He got to my face a few times, but I shook them off. It was his stomach I was after; I'd seen earlier that he was a little soft there. Over the next few minutes, I made some progress. But, so did he. Finally, he let his guard down, and I nailed him hard in the lower chest area, sucking the wind out of him. That led to another opening and I took it.

He was beaten and we both knew it. I close in for the killing blow when he was on his hands and knees, and he got up throwing something in my face. Whatever it was got into my eyes, blinding me. I reared back, trying to get it out. Then something hit my face. Hard! I fell backwards, rolling away, screaming. Another hit to my back. Another one to the side of my face. Another one got to my side.

He'd cheated, for sure, but I was now being eaten alive. I howled in frustration; losing was not what I was here for. I scrambled away from him to collect myself. I needed a second to focus.

"Feel the air move, Daniel." It was my master's voice. "Reach out and feel it."

I quieted my mind of all that was going on around me. I felt my heart beat, pulse slow, time stop. I began to center everything that was me. In the briefest of moments, everything became clear. In my mind, I could see myself. It was the same sensation that I had after my fight with Todd.

"You are Rutilus! Now, MOVE!"

The air began moving around me again, and I raised my hand to block a punch headed for my face. I grabbed Chin's blow and kicked sideways into his ribs; I heard a snap. I swung my body upwards from my kneeling position and connected a kick to his back. I followed up with an elbow to the same ribcage I'd just kicked, sending him into a rage of pain. It was his turn to scream, now.

He moved out of the way, escaping, but with limited space, he couldn't run far. For me, things were a blur, but I was beyond relying on my eyes. I moved around, feeling the air, but not getting over-confident. I knew I was still at a disadvantage. I felt something to my left and when I reached, I touched fabric and knew it was the ref's gi. I left him alone and turned towards a sound coming right at me. I ducked under a side-kick and kicked upwards to Chin's groin. I missed, but did get the support leg and he crashed to the ground.

I spun upwards and came down with an elbow to his side. He screamed again. I connected with his chin and then again with a blow right to his mouth. He was spitting teeth, now. I reached around and grabbed his head in a choke-hold.

"Your turn," I hissed in his ear. "Say it."

"No…," he groaned.

I moved to turn his head as far as it would go. It was becoming painful, I knew it.

"Say it, or never walk again," I threatened.

"Mat�!"

I heard a slap to my side that could have only come from the ref. It was over.

I went to the locker room to flush my eyes out of whatever the asshole had thrown into them. My sight cleared up just as the two men were finishing their bout. A Chinese man named Xang won the adult contest. He got himself back together as well, and then we had the awards ceremony.

The platform was lowered back down and the five judges were standing on the far side of it. Xang and I were on the near side where the bleachers were for the fighters. They beckoned me onto the mat first. The middle judge walked over to me holding out a sword. He bowed to me, presenting the blade in his open hand. Shaking, but sure of myself, I reached out and took it.

Three years of work and effort had paid off. The pain, suffering, and sacrifice were erased with the one simple act of taking the sword into my hands. I bowed my thanks to the judge and knelt down. Tears fell on the sword.

"This was for you, Master," I thought to myself. "Always, only for you."

"I love you, too, Rutilus," I heard in answer.

Chapter Forty
Finale

My parents didn't want to have anything to do with me. Or, my father, rather, didn't want to. How hypocritical of him. They moved away to another posting some time later, and I never saw them again. But, for the rest of that summer, I spent it with my friends. We had some fun with the sexual toys. Harry eventually let me tie him up, but he wasn't all that into it.

By the time school started, my wounds had healed nicely. In my English class, we were to right a report about what we did over the summer. I smiled and asked my teacher if I could bring in my sword to show the class. She said I could, but had to keep it in the principal's office. I agreed. The class was stunned that I could do something like that. For once, I enjoyed the spotlight.

Things between me, Harry, and Jennifer changed over the years, but we were always best friends. The two of them ended up getting married shortly after high school was over. During high school, I pretty much stayed out of trouble, but there was always some idiot that wanted to prove himself against me. After the third senior that I sent to the nurse's office, they stopped.

I wasn't ready for college, so I joined the Army for four years. I actually had to teach my drill sergeants how to properly use a staff. When leaving the military, I settled in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. There was a school there that was local and inexpensive, so I began attending.

When I left for the military, I sold my house in San Antonio, having no real desire to return there. So, after getting to the metroplex, I used the money to buy a house. College was painfully normal for the first year. It wasn't until the following summer, when I had just turned twenty-three, that something changed.

I was at home, studying, when I heard a noise at the side of the house. I set my things down and headed outside. There was some sort of commotion coming from around the corner, in between my house and my neighbor's. I rounded the corner to see four kids in their mid- to upper teens wailing on this ten-year-old. I cleared my throat to get their attention.

"You boys are brave," I said, sarcastically being impressed.

"Beat it; this doesn't concern you, man," one of them said when they saw me.

"Since you're beating up on this poor kid on my property, it does concern me. I wonder what he did to deserve getting beaten up by four older teens."

"He kicked me," the designated leader explained.

"I doubt that very seriously," I commented back to him.

"You calling me a liar?"

"You know what they say; 'if the shoe fits, wear it'."

"Take care of this asshole, guys," he told his comrades.

"Boys, this false bravado is only going to get you hurt. You're on my property and I can defend myself very well. I suggest that you go home and forget all about this."

"Fuck you, shithead," the leader said to me. "Get him, guys."

It'd been a while since I'd had to defend myself, but I was in motion before I even knew it. All three of them were on the ground, groaning in pain inside of a few seconds. The leader of this particular band of brainiacs threw the boy down to the ground and whipped out a switchblade.

"Put the blade away, boy, it's only going to make me angry," I warned him.

"No way, man," he said, coming at me.

He made a stabbing move with it. I caught his hand and twisted hard, breaking his wrist. He dropped the knife, screaming at the top of his lungs. A quick elbow to his face, and he was out of it.

"Boys, take your friend and go home," I said to the others. "And my advice is, find a better way of spending your time beside beating up on little kids."

They nodded, grabbed their leader, and left the property. I went over to the kid on the ground.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said, more stunned than hurt. "How'd you do all that?"

"I was trained when I was very young by a martial arts master." I picked him up and dusted him off. "Let's go inside and see if we can get you fixed up a little bit."

He nodded and we went inside. I checked him out a little and doctored his lip with a cream. He'd have a shiner under his right eye, but otherwise, he'd be fine.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to my fireplace mantle.

"They're Kumite swords," I explained when I saw where he was pointing.

"How much were they?"

"You can't get them by buying them; you have to earn them."

"Fighting?"

I nodded.

"Can you teach me?"

I snickered as I looked at him. I began thinking about it. So, things have come full circle.

"Yes, but there'll be a price…"

The End