Hello, this is my first fiction posted here, so please, be understanding. The warnings are the usual. The characters and events in the story are completely fictional and have no relations to real people and/or facts. The plot depicts sexual acts between between underage males, and between underage and adult males, sometimes not consensual, and there is violence. It's pure fantasy, and I don't approve nor encourage similar behaviour in real life. If you dislike that stuff, or if it's illegal to read it in your country, please quit reading now! Otherwise, have fun!
ANGEL - 4
Five minutes later, when Colin stepped back into the private gym, carrying a small white bag, he found Angel in the same position he had left him in.
The blondie smiled. "Thanks, buddy. Place it on the floor, for now."
Colin complied. "What's inside that you need?" he asked, curious again. "It seems to be some clothing."
"Exactly." Angel grinned. "I told you I'm going to deal with this problem." He pointed toward the groaning, but still half-unconscious thug lying on the mats. "And I want to deal with it with style!"
The other young man was about to ask the meaning of that... when the blond one started to undress!
"What are you doing?" Colin asked, shocked.
Angel mischievously chuckled and winked. "What's the matter? Don't you like what you're seeing?"
"Errrr...." Colin tried to speak, but he was forced to swallow some saliva.
The blondie laughed. "Oh my, you've gotten even more purple than how your old man did while I was strangling him! I guess you REALLY like this..." and he seductively spun around, in order to give his friend a full view.
It was true.
There was no way Colin could deny the lust Angel's body was awakening in him. He had always felt attracted by graceful yet toned male bodies since when he had entered puberty; and the one he was now the unexpected chance to admire, was like a dream turned reality! He had already imagined that the small fighter had a beautiful physique, but having that shown to his own eyes was a different matter... besides, he now could see that body, albeit thin and small, was made of nerves and muscles, like a perfect mix of harmoniousness and power.
Needless to say, Colin dick grew a bit under his pants while he felt a shiver of arousal.
Nedless to say, Angel noticed what was happening, and chuckled more.
Needless to say, the other teen felt like dying out of embarassment, but he was "saved" by the fact that his friend was now busy re-dressing himself with what he had taken out of the bag: a red karategi with wide black pants.
"Wow.... You look even more beautiful than before, with this attire!" Colin didn't even realize he was licking his lips while speaking, so mesmerized he was.
Then, seeing Angel tying a sash around his waist, he was puzzled. "Why is it gray? I'm sure it's not a belt color in any martial art."
"Yes." Angel smirked. "It's unique, isn't it?"
"Like you..." Colin smiled widely in understanding.
The blondie snickered. "Well, to be honest, most of my relatives wear something like it! Fact is, our skills are so far above others', that is no possible to measure them by traditional ways. The gray color is a symbol and a reminder of how special we are!" He stood proudly, and Colin for some moments looked at him in sheer awe.
Then the darkhaired boy was startled, hearing another groan, that reminded him of the most urgent matter at hand. He fearfully glanced down to his father, then back to Angel, whose confident smile comforted him.
"Go and sit there." The blondie told him, pointing to a bench. "You'll enjoy a good view of the show."
Colin opened his mouth to express his last doubts... then nodded without a word, and obeyed.
"Agh!" Kurt cried out when a stinging pain was inflicted onto his left thigh by five inordinately hard toes. Still confused, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw were a pair of red socked feet, that brought back the memory of what had just happened, fully waking him up!
Sitting on the mat and rubbing his aching thigh, he growled at Angel. "You bastard, I'm going to fuck you up for good! I'll break your -"
"Yeah, yeahhhh!" the teen said with a bored attitude. "I know the rest, Old Geezer, I heard that many times, so spare me your ranting and listen to what have t- HEYA!"
"Mmmmggghhh!" Kurt fell crouching on the mats, clutching his mouth, trying to fight back the ache coming from it, caused by a blow inflicted by the ball of his enemy's foot.
"Don't worry, your lips aren't split." Angel said with irritating calm. "And this is your fault, for lunging at me! Don't you know it's impolite to interrupt others while they're speaking?"
The older man growled. He was about to jump up again... but something in those big, crystal-azure eyes (and in the way those small red-socked feet rubbed the mat) caused him to feel a shudder in his guts, and he was frozen. After a moment, he asked: "What the heck do you want?"
"A lot." Angel's smile was sinister. "From what I saw and can guess, you've always been abusing your son.... And don't dare tell me it's none of my business!" He raised his voice, seeing that Kurt was about to protest. When the thug kept his mouth shut, the blondie continued in a quieter voice: "Of course it's my business, since I'm Colin's friend. That's why I'm going to change things FOR GOOD!" He tapped one foot.
"Ch-change?" Kurt's voice was quivering. "How?" He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the reply.
"Very simple." Angel's voice sounded icy, showing that he wasn't joking. "From now on, Colin isn't under your rule any longer; YOU are under mine! You'll do only what I order or allow you to do, and..." he paused, glancing to his friend.
The latter was watching the scene with an astonished expression; Kurt looked at his son as well, growling at him... and felt outraged, when the young man didn't pay attention to that!
The older guy flinched, when Angel stomped a foot as a call for attention.
"AND" Angel continued with a stern glare and cold voice, "Of course, you aren't allowed to hurt, mistreat or even badmouth Colin any longer. Do any of those things, and I'll have to discipline you. Understood?"
"FUCK YOUUUU!"
"... Are all the punks like you so unoriginal? Why do you all always say the same, uncreative stuff?" Angel rolled his eyes, then shrugged. "Well, no matter! I already knew you weren't going to be convinced so easily, so... HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUNNNNPPPPH!"
He suddenly kicked the air amazingly fast, executing three kicks with one leg and three with the other in less than a couple seconds, finishing his warm-up with a circular kick that made his right foot whip the air and produce a wooshing sound, that sounded extremely threatening to Kurt's ears.
Colin was amused, seeing his father, who had started to struggle to his feet, instinctively back away from the blondie... only to trip and embarassingly fall onto his butt.
"Get up!" Angel snorted, stomping a foot. "The lesson is starting."
"Lesson?" Kurt uttered, standing up on wobbling legs.
"Lesson in obedience." the blond teen stated. "You aren't going to walk out of here, before learning to obey me. Don't worry, I'm a good teacher on that topic!" he chuckled.
"You're crazy!" the older man protested, shocked. "I'm outta here!" He stepped toward the door... But with a feline-like jump and a spectacular pirouette in the air, that left the other two wide-eyed and speechless in shock, Angel landed in front of his foe, blocking his path with a scary face, his legs spreaded and bent and his fists raised in a fighting stance.
"Don't ever think about leaving!" he snarled. "You don't have a choice about this! However..." he grinned, and his tone switched from angry to taunting. "I'll have some mercy on you, giving you three.... Uhm, no, four chances!"
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, sweating cold.
Angel pointed to the center of the sparring area. "You'll have four chances to attack me. If you manage to win even just ONE of those four rounds, I'll leave you alone and never try to mess with you again. But otherwise..." His smile got twisted again. "You'll have to accept my rules. Deal?"
Kurt's hesitation was evident; however, he knew there was no way for him to run away without a fight with the "brat", thus it was better to do it on a ring, rather than brawling while trying to run onto the stairs. "Deal."
Angel smiled cockily and winked to Colin who, in spite of his worries, gave him a thumb-up alongside a shy encouraging smile.
Kurt walked to a corner of the sparring area, while Angel went to the opposite side.
The blondie began another quick warm-up routine, firing high kicks around, and finished by standing on one spot, his left leg raised and held out straight, as he crabbed around on his standing foot, giving the impression that he hardly moved but seemed to be rotated around by the mat itself...... he pointed his sole towards Kurt.
"Ready to taste some warm red cotton?" he taunted.
As it happened earlier, such cockiness made Kurt's blood boil in anger, and he roared, jumping to his opponent with both fists raised, faking a punch but trying to kick the teen's legs.
But Angel, focusing on Kurt's eyes, had noticed how them widened when he was about to strike; the blondie's own instincts warned him of what was to come, and he chambered his lifted leg; leaning a bit backwards he gained momentum, and stomp kicked his foot downwards as a stop kick aimed at the attacking leg - stopping it dead on the knee - and instantly countered, as he swung the same leg into an outwards going twist kick - making the top of his foot snap onto the back of Kurt's head, as he lunged at him with his guard up.
"HIA... HIAAAAA!"
Kurt cried out two times, at the excruciating pain in his leg and at the even worse pain exploding in his head. But he resisted, and countered with a punch.
Stepping back after his twist kick hit its mark, Angel, seeing Kurt's right arm move back aiming to shoot straight for the shoulder, braced himself for that move: the blondie's left arm snapped out deflecting the arm at the wrist and simultaneously grapping it tightly, and, still using only his left leg, he hook kicked quickly, snapping his foot at the side of his foe's head.
"KIAA!"
Kurt screamed when his head was violently slapped by the red socked foot.
Holding his opponent's wrist tightly still, Angel caught on to a movement in the other's rear leg, suggesting that the bully was about to try to kick; the young martial artist slid out to the side, bringing the held wrist with him, and made the crude cumbersome kick fan only empty air; at the same time, he twisted with the move, turning and moving to the side of the unbalanced Kurt, and pulled at his arm with a sudden violent twist that was mostly taken from Aikido, sending his enemy in a loop around himself.
Kurt crashed down on the mat and cried again for the pain of having his arm twisted. Desperately, the thug kicked up one leg toward Angel... who sidestepped the wild kick easily, snapping the bully's wrist backwards in a control grip, and then stomped his sole down briefly on his foe's face, SWAP!!! - grinding that sole around on the older man's face, before letting go of his arm.
The defeated guy lay down moaning, his nostrils filled with smell.
"End of round one... One point for me!" the blond teen announced proudly, and smiled when Colin clapped his hands.
Angel gave Kurt a minute of reprieve; then, seeing the other rising (with some effort), the young man started to bounce and dance around, swinging his leg in beautiful yet powerful moves.
"Floating like a butterfly... and ready to sting like a bee!" he boasted. "But not with my fists as the legendary Ali... but with my feet!"
Grinning, he gave Kurt a bring-it-on wave.
"Asshole...." Kurt uttered, again angered, then he leaped, this time meaning to grab Angel's torso with his muscled arms in a bearhug.
The teen grinned, hooked both his arms out to stop the dangerous grip from getting in, so Kurt couldn't lock hands behind his opponent's back, ten the blondie slid his pelvis backwards, gaining space to counter before the bully's strength could be used; having no doubt that those huge muscles were able to do severe damage in a front bearhug, he didn't aim to play along with that. His counter came swift and quickly as he hammered his rear right leg up - in a mighty thai knee aimed for Kurt's gut.
"KYAP-HIA!"
"AAAAARRRGHHH!" Kurt yelled...
.... but pain caused him to fight like a tiger! He grabbed his foe, lifted him and bodyslammed him down!
Surprised by Kurt's toughness, Angel suddenly found himself flipped over to the mat.
However, the young one managed to cushion his own fall by slamming one palm and one leg against the mat, then he instantly rolled to his back and bracing himself for another attack.
He didn't have to wait more than a fraction of second, because Kurt cried in triumph: "THIS ROUND'S MINE!" and lifted a foot to crush Angel like a bug.
Colin gasped in horror.
"Not so easy, punk!"
While speaking, Angel grasped the massive foot before the bully could launch his stomp, and swivelled his own legs around his foe's standing leg, then twisted forcefully to his own side, causing the overconfident thug to crash down, front first.
"OOF!" Kurt's face was smashed hard on the mat.
Colin sighed in relief.
Angel noticed that Kurt went limp for a brief second, and continued his own roll, with his opponent's one leg locked in between his own leg. the young fighter forced that leg to flex over his own one leg.
Then the blondie, having his low leg in his foe's kneebend, and his top pushing on the other's shin, took Kurt's trapped limb into a tormenting scorpion hold; partially sitting up, he leaned in over his opponent's bent leg, and jerked hard! The fighter fully knew that the move could've snapped the thug's anterior cruciate ligament, had he pulled all the way through, but he decided to not do it... not that time, at least!
"Another for me I think, Mister Bully..." Angel underlined his victory by bouncing his legs against Kurt's to make the pain shoot through his leg at each bounce.
"AAAAAGGGGRRRRHHHHH!!!!"
Kurt's scream was echoed by his son's chuckle from the other side of the room.
As soon as his chuckle ended, Colin said: "Round three, now, I suppose?"
Angel winked. "Of course!"
"Nooo..." Kurt moaned.
The blondie disengaged quickly, whipping himself to his feet, and moved to safe distance, laughing at the bully nursing his sore leg on the mat.
"Get up!" Angel incited his enemy with a taunting voice. "Or perhaps you want to concede defeats already... to these?" He snapped a kick out in the air with one foot, then with the other.
Kurt had no choice but to fight, so he threw himself again at the blond boy, aiming two punches to him.
Backpedaling as his foe lunged at him, Angel leaned back and made Kurt's first punch fall short; as it went on front of Angel, he snapped a roundhouse kick onto the exposed flank under the punching arm.
"HEYA!"
Meanwhile Kurt was throwing the second punch, Angel spun and roundhouse kicked at the bully's floating ribs at the other side.
"HAYAA!"
The mature thug moaned while more excruciating pain flowed inside him.
Angel launched his next attack and marched forward, attacking with tormenting roundhouse kicks at his opponent's flanks, trying to slip his own feet under the other's now very loose guard and get to his body again and again... he kicked one, two three times and finished with a swift roundhouse kick aimed under Kurt's left armpit.
"HIA, HIA, HIA, HIAAAAA!"
Kurt screamed, squirming, his whole body in pain, he wanted to beg but hadn't enough breath.
Angel, seeing how his kicks had brought down the thug's guard and left him near to total exhaustion, changed tactics and went high, as his right roundhouse landed he set off and sent a high left roundhouse kick at Kurt's temple.
"AYASAAAAA!!!"
The fallen bully believed his head was exploding! His vision faded... he now swayed and staggered before Angel... like a blinded bull not knowing were the next attack will come from... drooling... eyes going in all directions.
Angel balanced himself, and lifted his left foot going into the crane stance - then he leaped, and as his legs shifted in midair he changed attacking legs and sent the socked sole of his right foot at Kurt's wide open face in a crane kick!
"EIT - HAAAAAAAA!"
Kurt's face was launched backward, he staggered back, then stood where he was, blinking his eyes without seeing anything, his mouth wide open with his dongue dangling.
Angel chuckled. His opponent was strong but he was done for! Realizing the thug was unable to sense or grasp anything going on around him anymore, the martial artist took aim, set off and leaped into the air, to send a flying side kick at Kurt's chin, coming against him with the full weight and power of his small yet sturdy body, his sole forming the spear of the attack.
"WAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Kurt's vision was confused, just like his hearing; he barely had time to hear the battle cry before seeing a red form approaching him with the speed of a bullet, then the world blew up in an explosion of pain and stars, and everything went black.
The impact of Angel's sole on Kurt's head sent a shockwave through the fighter's leg , and the message of a full hit! Flying over the falling bully, the blondie even had time to smirk down at him, before landing in perfect form.
At that point, Colin couldn't stop himself, and he went to high five his friend. "Way to go, buddy!"
Angel smiled, then gestured for him to go back to his seat, winking.
Then the blondie walked over to Kurt and slap kicked him a few times in his flanks; but there was no response.
The blondie chuckled, looking down at Kurt in "spread eagle" pose.
"Slain by your enemy's powerful foot and superior technique..." he uttered to the unconscious guy.
Colin chuckled, hearing that.
Angel moved to stand by Kurt's side, and lifted one foot to set it on his defeated foe's face, letting his own sole cover that "ugly" vision; he placed his hands on his hips and waited, measuring the time it took for the hunk to come around, and tapping his toes down on his forehead, kind of like making his taps count the seconds. He eventually stood back up and smiled at Colin again: "This might take long! My foot really got him this time!
"I have the solution!" Colin said, feeling atipically bold. After a short trip to the adjacent bathroom, he came back carrying a small bucket, filled with water. Angel removed his foot so that his buddy could splash the ice cold liquid on his bully father's face. The thug coughed, sputtered, blinked a few times and shook his head.
While Kurt was trying to come out of his dazed state, Angel strolled back to the far part of the room, and flipped his foot up on the wall, at the level of his head, and started doing stretching exercises; he needed to prepare his weapons for the last round, so that he could look good and relaxed, stylish and elegant as opposed to that brute simple brawler. It felt good to make his hamstrings stretch to the fullest, and he bit his lower lip enjoying the slight pain. That being done, he turned his head to listen to the conversation between dad and son.
Colin was saying: "You'd better get up, Father Dear! You have a last round!"
"WHAT!" Kurt was now fully awake, and more shocked than earlier. "I CAN'T!"
"Come on" his son taunted him " It's your last chance of getting free from Angel's alpha feet!"
"Hey bully dad! Are you chickening out?" Angel said, scornful. "That is what I thought... the only sissy around here is actually... YOU !"
The young athlete underlined his taunt by slowly circling his arm around and pointing his index finger straight at Kurt.
The martial artist shook his head, clearly unwilling to accept any excuses. He continued his taunt: "So my feet have taken the fight out of you, and made you respect them as the perfect weapons they are, huh? And they even have made you scared and turned the boasting bully into a little frightened rabbit, that wants to run for cover and cry under mommy's skirts! NOW..." he stamped a foot, making his foe gulp in fear. "Get a hold of yourself and face your beating like a man! Standing up, and eating my kicks the way you are supposed to!"
Kurt shivered, but his pride prevented him from getting a beating without a fight. With great effort he got up, while his son walked back to his seat, and the bully stood with his fists raised toward his foe.
The blondie snickered while slowly closing in.
"Have a faceful of foot, you jerk!"
Even as he spoke, Angel flashed out a probing circular kick, but only of range to scare, swiftly bringing his leg over Kurt's raised fists, sliding to facing his own side to his foe, and snapped out a reverse hook kick at the side of the bully's face, to make his own sole slap across it, taking his opponent by surprise.
"HIA ... HIAA!"
Kurt was fooled out by the faked kick, and was totally unprepared for the blow which seemed to squish his face. He saw stars again and cried out, trying to punch back but hitting just empty air.
Laughing at his foe's useless wild punches, Angel returned to front position, and moved into the charge again, marching forward behind, snapping front kicks which were sent at Kurt from slightly different angles, all the time aiming to force him towards the corner where he couldn't escape; the blondie's red sole flashed up in front of the thug's face and torso, as the fighter kicked repeatedly and mechanically alternated between legs as he attacked.
"HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA!"
Kurt desperately tried to block the merciless kicks, yet his efforts were in vain, and pain flashed from all parts of his body, while he was pushed toward the wall... and toward an even worse fate!
Angel grinned as he forced the bully onto the corner. A weight stood at one side and a chair at the other side of it, blocking any escape. Satisfied with the narrowed space, he stopped his charge, and lifted one leg as he circled on the other, looking over his shoulder at Kurt's scared face; then suddenly he sped his movement up, and pivoted himself into a forceful backwards going straight mule kick, that made his sole rocket up from the floor targeting his enemy's head, defended only by the latter's weakened arms.
"AYAAAAAAA!"
The cotton-socked sole seemed made of iron when it hit Kurt's already battered face. His teeth cracked, and none of them was broken just because Angel had controlled his power. Kurt was thrown against the wall, but unluckily for him he bounced back toward his opponent, who chambered the same leg that had hit the bully, then he sent out his foot towards Kurt's gut in another forceful mule kick, even having time to double it into two fast snapping ones aiming to send the hunk right back were he came from.
"HYAII HYAII !!"
Kurt screamed at the excruciating pain in his guts... but his sufferances were not over, because he bounced back again!
Angel was ready for that: he lifted his foot higher, chambering again, and machine-gun-fired several short quick side kicks at the bully's beaten up face, aiming to snap his head back, many and many times, like a bouncing speedball, in order to torment his foe and make him eat his sole.
"HIA HIA HIA!"
Each time the mighty feet hit their target, Kurt sniffed the rancid smell of those deadly (and sweaty) weapons; he now was really like a barely alive punching ball, only he wasn't punched: he was kicked, that was far worse!
Seeing the bully reduced to what he was aimed to be in the first place, Angel took a breather and smiled at Colin, who grinned back widely, while Kurt was hanging on the wall of the corner, barely able to stand at all.
Angel let his opponent come around a bit, and then focused his eyes with his own.
"This one? Or that one?" Angel asked, pointing down at his feet, shifting his finger from one to the other.
Kurt just stood where he was, confused, looking at the martial artist with an idiotic face.
"No choice?" Angel grinned. "Ok, then I'll decide... for THIS one!"
He pulled back his left leg and moved his arms out in a semi high balance position, before swinging that limb skyhigh, lifting up on the toes of his right foot; the fighter aimed his axe kick down at Kurt... not at his face, though, since he wanted to hurt and humble his opponent some more, but at his right trapeze muscle: that was going to cause only pain and not a knockout. His leg dove down like a whip, his hard round heel forming the spear head of the attack.
"AYAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Kurt SCREAMED at the excruciating PAIN! He fell to his knees, tears rolled down his swollen face while he begged: "Mercy! Please, stop hurting me!"
Letting his own foot follow Kurt down, Angel hooked the top of it around his foe's neck and drove his face into the floor; then he hopped to the side of Kurt's as his own foot pinned the bully's head and neck.
"Mercy?" he chuckled. "Like if such an asshole deserved it!"
He punctuated his statement by thumping Kurt's face down on the hard floor a few times. Then he lifted his foot off, and slid it under his foe's chin to raise his head up, so that Winner and Loser could lock eyes.
Angel said coldly: "If you hope that begging will save you from further punishment... well, you're even more idiotic than you seem! Did you ever stop from beating your son, just because he begged you to?"
Kurt could only moan in terror... but what Angel said afterwards increased his fears even more.
"So, stop whining and stay down there, you spineless worm, while I take a short breathe... and decide what to do with you."