Chapter 173: Getting Belted

Do they even realize that they don’t have a chance?

Sensei watched proudly as the students stopping trying to strip each other and began to work as a team to try keep me from stripping any of them, while trying to succeed in stripping me. I let them do their best offensive moves to get my pants off and I did play fair. Only when they tried to do something too advanced, lost their tempers, got sloppy, or pissed off at me swatting their butts, as I easily dodged their attacked, did I strip off their Gi pants. On some I would just yank their pants down from behind so they tripped over them to fall on the mat. Others I got a hold of the leg of their pants when they did a bad kick. Either way they lost their pants.

These girls and some of the boys need better underwear. None of them did it on purpose to give a show, but their underwear wasn’t up for having their Gi pants pulled off while still tied.

Annie quickly saw what I did and began tossing me a pack of dojo underwear whenever someone needed it. By that point, everyone looking had seen all they had anyway, which was at most a bit of hair on their privates. The yellow loin cloth didn’t do anything to cover them anymore anyway.

When there were fifteen minutes left, two more boys and five girls joined the session.

Ah, now I see. At their level they get to wear sports bras or bind their breasts like Annie and Crystal, but still can’t wear t-shirts. The boys get to wear a jock and cup. Underwear over top is optional.

How did I know what they had under their Gis? Because I did the same as I had with the other students, except I didn’t need to hold back with them.

They aren’t going to hold back on me.

I had stripped the shirt, sports bra and pants off one of the girls using a mixture of third level moves form here and sixth level moves from Annie’s dojo. She requested a judgment of my techniques from Sensei.

“Sensei,” she said after bowing to him, “David used offensive and defensive techniques which you do not teach. Each require a level skill exceeding the third level belt at your Dojo. In these sessions are we not limited to the level of skills we have shown to have mastered?”

“David, demonstrate the require Katas for his next level test,” I noticed he specifically didn’t say at this dojo.

Focusing to keep my movements limited to my level here I went through the full katas I would have to do on my next rank testing. Then I did each kata required to progress at Annie’s dojo. Then I bowed to him and then her.

“Did he demonstrate rank three correctly,” he asked the girl.

She nodded.

Turning to Annie he asked, “Did he correctly perform the required katas for his next advancement?”

“Yes Sensei. Upon completing his next test, he will progress to level seven. My sensei has been very impressed with his ability to learn and progress quickly,” she replied.

Sensei turned to the girl and said, “His techniques match his earned ranks. In competition, opponents need not restrict skills to one discipline. He honorably restricted himself to the ranks of the other students here. Only on error was another disrobed. Gave you the same courtesy he did.”

“The session isn’t over yet,” I told her. “There are seven of you two ranks or higher than me. Plus, all the other students here as well. I’m still dressed as I was when I joined in earlier. Seriously, you are way more muscular and flexible than me. You just got sloppy, so I used that to my advantage.”

Perfect! That really pissed her off.

She was steaming mad, so I made sure to stay near her so that she could try her best to get even, even as I fended off attempts from the others in the fifth and sixth level students. Whenever she made a mistake, I would slap her tight butt, hard, or give her nipple a twist, making her angrier and more aggressive. It also made her sloppier. In the end I had all seven down to their boxer-briefs, boxers, briefs, panties, dojo underwear, or jocks with just a few minutes left in the session.

The students in the lower ranks were sweating heavily and looked exhausted. That wasn’t the case for the new additions. They made the mistake of trying to gang up on me. I didn’t have any problems blocking them, counter-attacking, or making sure it was a draw. The whole time I kept slapping the butt and twisting the nipples of the girl that complained.

She has a bug up her ass and needs to see that she isn’t as good as she thought.

The angrier she got, the more aggressive she became toward anyone between her and me. When it was clear this was between her and me, they backed away. Losing her focus, by getting angry at me, turned out to not be her biggest mistake today. Her downfall was when I found out that she was ticklish in the insides of her thighs and soles of her feet. Once she completely lost herself in a rage, I used a move that I knew no one taught at any Dojos in this country, and probably only taught in a few around the world. She didn’t have any chance to complain that I was molesting her in any way. I had my legs locked in around hers so they couldn’t move. I had my left arm hooked into hers to immobilize it and my left hand was holding onto a pressure point that effectively paralyzed her right arm. She was way beyond pissed off.

“We both know that if I wanted to hurt you that I could, easily., but won’t. You still aren’t getting loose until you chill the fuck out already, understood,” I asked loud enough for everyone to hear me.

I soon found that English wasn’t the only language she could curse in. Instantly knowing those languages from her brain, I whispered back, in those languages, things way nastier than the she was saying to me. Nothing seemed to calm her down, so I used a different technique, I tickled her. I needed her to know that I could do anything I wanted to her, including fucking her ass and pussy, without her being able to stop me. To make sure I got my point across I would slide my fingers down over her panties toward the top of her mound before my fingers touched her bush. When she got so hot that she was straining to get her clit pushed into my arm I let her loose.

She didn’t say a word as she rushed to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the loud vent fan.

“Students, please redress in your full Gis for the final hour,” he told them.

Sensei directed me to change and head to the back to use the weights to try to bulk up. Instead of using my shield to supercharge my muscles to build them up, I made the place in my head temporarily stop pushing in energy so I was working out with what muscles I had. My body was rubber when I finished doing four sets on each machine. While I was walking, slowly, toward my sports drink bottle, the girl I had told to chill out tried to use that to her advantage.

I hadn’t told the place in my head to start refilling the energy in my muscles that I had used up when working out. While my moves were as precise, or quick, as before, I quickly picked up on the attack she was going to use before she even started to do it. My leathery muscles let her get in some glancing blows, which my shield easily absorbed, but what really pissed me off were her smart-assed comments about how sloppy my moves were now that I wasn’t picking on little girls and boys.

I’ve had enough of this shit from you today.

Using another technique where I got an arm under her arm pits, going over the front of her chest, and one up between her legs that let me lock my right hand on my forearm. She could flail around all she wanted but had no leverage to get free. I ignored her attempts to use her fingernails to get me to loosen my hold. I carried her in to the main part of the Dojo and the Sensei pointed me to one of the private sparring rooms where he sends two students that need to work out their differences.

Inside I spun her around so that I had her arms locked above her head. I first worked to get a crotch-protector on her and tighten the straps one-handed.

The chest protector proved impossible to do one-handed so I told her, “Look. If you don’t let me put this chest protector on you, I will really twist your nipples so hard that they will hurt for days. I suggest you get the rest of your pads on before you try to do something dumb like trying to attack me while I put my pads on. I’m not going to be holding anything back. Expect to be sore and bruised tomorrow.”

As I got my pads on, I had my shield only absorb blows from her that would break bones or cause major damage. I would feel the same aches and pains from her hits as she would from mine. If it caused me to bruise, that was fine too. I kept the place in my head from giving my muscles any energy. What my body was giving me now was all I could use.

When I looked up I saw that she left off the head and face protection.

“Your too pretty to have your faced all bruised up or teeth knocked out. Put the head gear on already so you can work out being mad about how I bested you in front of everyone else,” I told her. “You know even if you kick my ass and knock me out, you aren’t going to get my dick in you at all until you start high school, if then.”

When she stood there refusing to put it on, I move quickly to box her ears before slapping her, hard, on both sides of her face. As she stood there dazed trying to figure out what the hell just happened, I got her head and face pads on.

We bowed to each other and then I let her go all out on me. When she got frustrated, angry, or screwed up a punch, kick or block, I countered as hard as I could.

There is a definite difference when not having my shield supercharging my muscles, but now I know how weak I really hit and kick.

Of course, still feeling the effects of my weight training, I was sloppy some too. She hit a lot harder than I could, which made her very happy when she did make contact, but she was the one exerting the most energy too.

I don’t know how long we had been in here, but it got so that every time she attacked there wasn’t any force behind it anymore. I still felt like I had a lot left so I proceeded to take the offensive. I didn’t hold back on anything and she was getting too tired to block. I only hit her in the pads, but it was soon clear that even my weak hits still hurt. When she started to barely be able to stay on her feet she started running her mouth again.

Time to end this and set her straight.

I continued throwing punches and kicks at her until she couldn’t get back up off the floor. As she laid their trying to get energy to get up, I pulled all of my pads off, stripped and then started on her pads. I made sure my dick was rock hard and that she couldn’t miss seeing it. I was very rough in pulling off her Gi, bra and then panties. I was over her with her knees squished to her tits and my hard dick in my hand.

“It seems I win and you lose. That means I get to take what I want from you and you can’t even bitch about it, can you. I gave you all the chances to take me down, like you wanted, and still you couldn’t do it. To hell with you being in middle school! I’m going to enjoy fucking your pussy and ass until I can’t get hard again. We both know you can’t stop me, don’t we,” I told her as I pushed the head of my dick right against her asshole. “What no more bitchy comments? No calling me a nasty name in every language you know? You do know that some college figured that the average dick is six inches long. Mine is nine and you’re still a virgin in both holes down here. This I going to hurt you a lot as I fuck you.”

When I pushed my dick head against her asshole, she finally realized that I wasn’t just acting like an asshole, I was going to rape her right here in this sound-proofed, padded room and there was nothing she could do about it. No one was coming to stop this from happening. After she spouted off a few angry curses, I pushed my dick a bit harder against her asshole. Finally, she couldn’t block out the fear of what was going to happen to her anymore. As she slipped off to her happy place, I had the place in my head go back to the normal way it refilled and provided energy to my muscles.

I had dressed in my underwear and Gi pants before her mind decided it was time to cry. Tears began welling up in her eyes as I, using the speed the place in my head gave, I had her back in her underwear, bra, Gi pants and Gi top. By the time the first powerful sobs wracked her body, I was holding her to me with one arm and rubbing her back with the other. Even though I could understand what she said as she cried, I wasn’t listening.

Whatever she is saying isn’t meant for me to hear anyway.

After a long time, her arms finally came around to hug me. As her tears stopped she rested her head on my shoulder. I idly ran my fingers through her sweaty hair until she finally let go, leaned back, and kissed me on the lips.

“Your being all cocky pissed me off David and that made me turn into a raging bitch,” she said. “Every time you twisted my nipple, tickled me, or slapped my butt, it made me madder. I know how exhausted you were after your workout and I just couldn’t let my anger go. You were spot on about your defeating me., where I gave that consent by coming in here, giving you to right to use me in any way you wanted until you didn’t want to do anything to me anymore. Each of the boys in this session would have taken their prize without hesitation. Instead of taking what you earned, I find myself in your lap, with us both fully dressed, being held gently as I cried. Every girl in middle school has heard how amazing you are in bed. There have been too many stories, from too many girls, for someone to have made it up. When I asked them about you, I refused to believe that you were anything other than an arrogant asshole putting notches on your headboard for every cherry a girl begged you to take. They also said that when it was a girl’s first time that you were a very gentle, caring, patient lover and an honest, nice guy. Thanks for being who they said you were and not who I expected you to be. Though I was kind of hoping you would have been the guy I was hoping, at least long enough for you to be my first.”

Looking though my dark contact into her eyes I asked, “So we are good now? I’m fine to put the pads back on if you still need to work out your anger toward me.”

“No. we are good David. Well better than good,” she said before kissing me on the lips again. “Plus, you don’t have to worry about me going after your big dick anytime soon. I tore my hymen the first week of gymnastics when I as six. Even without it blocking the way, I still can’t use the smallest of tampons available. My gynecologist couldn’t get any of her tools inside me during her exam. She put a lot of K-Y inside me to let her at least use a finger, but no luck. Out of curiosity I tried my own finger and had no more luck then she did. I once, barely, got the tip of my finger in my butthole. You’re way bigger than my finger and would have torn me open if you tried to get in either of my holes down there. I’m glad you didn’t take your prize.”