I got my black belt when I was only 11. I was the youngest person at black belt camp and only the third to earn my black belt that young since the opening of K. X. Kimton Gyms. An instructor from the next Dao Jao over sat me down one morning and asked if I would be interested in sparing during morning meditation. I said I would. I remembered him from the midnight game of capture the flag and we had showered across from each other twice.
The showers were modern but were designed with one central pillar coming out of the ceiling and eight spouts hanging out of it like octopus legs. Being that I am shorter than most everyone their I can look at dicks with out much effort. So I do. The instructor was average hung. I am rather proud of the way my five + inches hang without any wrinkles. It makes it look so much bigger than it is. That and the fact that I am almost all head down there.
The instructors name was Kyle and I met him in the ring at 6:00 A.M. that morning. We had already had morning exercise and our rice and milk for breakfast and were to go shower after meditation. Instead we were in the ring. He already had his shirt off and was pulling his pants off. He held out a pair of heavy nylon briefs to me and said that we would try a harder form of martial Arts called "extreme wrestling" I knew it from ESPN and did not count it as a martial art. I took the shorts and just watched as he striped down to nothing and then sat on the ropes and watched me.
Now we have some girls here so we have to be careful. I was not embarrassed to let him see me naked, but was still shy around girls. I scanned the seats and exits for a girl but found none. I untied mt black belt with the red tip and opened my shirt. I tugged at the elastic in my pants then let gravity take them to the earth. I had not yet put on under wear for the day so I just stood naked for a few seconds. I walked to the center of the ring where he had sat my briefs and slipped them on. We had a round of boxing, a round of Martial Arts, and a round of Grappling (wrestling sort of). He offered me if I wanted to do no-touch, light-touch or full contact. I opted for light touch. It is harder and takes more self control than the others.
By the end of the session we sat in our corners and I looked over to see that his sweat soaked briefs were now almost see through. His cock head was smashed up against his briefs and looked like an old man smashing his noes up against a window. I saw how his scrota looked like brown plumbs and wondered about how ripe they were. I asked if he could see through mine. He said, "No, yours are trainers. Mine are pro. And younger boys don't sweat so much."
We stepped out of our briefs and back into our white Kies. We hit the showers together as we had before and that was that for a long time.
Now that it is a year latter, I am noticing how my now 12 year old dick swings bakd and forh in my large open fighting pants. I am walking to the Doa Jon after school and the same instructor stops me on the street. He David, remember me? I'm Kyle from the camp." I instantly remembered him all sweaty and with the simi-transparent briefs sitting on the small stool in the ring. I smiled and said, "Yes" and bowed to him slightly. He put his hand on my shoulder and said how much I had filled out and wanted to make me a deal.
"I hold Extreme wrestling matches for private guests from time to time and I would love to have you come be the opening event for the exhibition part of the match. I could pay you $200 to fight and another $300 if you win. But you can't tell anyone about it. This kind of stuff is illegal. You will need to be ready to fight everyday this week. You won't know which day I will be by to get you but you will be home on time." I agreed and he had me sign a statement that made our secret legal and I could go to jail if I told anyone about the match.
It was a long week but every day I scanned the faces of the people I passed on the way to the Doa Jon. I spent nights working extra hard and I knew I would be seen by others in the skimpy little brief so I tried to keep from jerking off that week so my prick would be nice and puffy for he big event.
It was Friday when a black car pulled up beside me. A Korean man rolled down the window. He asked, "Are you David Long from the K. X. Kimton gym number 14?" I patted the patch on my doabok shoulder and nodded yes and he motioned me to the back seat.
I opened the door and slid in. I was beside a woman in what looked like a costume. She had a large red hat and a sparkly gown that showed all of her leg and even showed her hip so high that I could tell she had nothing under it. She smoked a long cigarette in an even longer cigarette holder. She told me how she had heard of me from Kyle and that she had bet on me for the match and had a side bet with Kyle that I win by ten points or more. As she spoke she ran her gloved hand up and down my thigh and finely came to rest on my crotch as she told me of the side bet. She then clutched my bulge in her hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. As she did she said in my ear, "You really need to win this by ten points stud."
She removed her left glove and placed her bare hand on my stomach and then slid it under my white uniformed shirt. She made her way up to my tits and began masturbating them like miniature penises while she kissed my lips. She worked her way to the other tit and then bean nibbling on my ear lobe. As she got the shirt open and off my shoulders, exposing everything I have from the waist up, she tongued my ear and that was sending shivers up my spine. My erection was not going to hold its load much longer and she bent to run her lips from my neck to my belt and beyond.
The moment of tension was broken by a violent bump in the road. I thought to myself, How many women will be there and will they be able to make out my dick if I sweat too much? I am so embarrassed around woman.
The road turned to dirt, and it was obvious that when I was not looking we had turned into a junk yard. After 100 or so deep bumps and ruts I started seeing nicer cars and some still had people sitting in them. In short I notice that the people in the cars were chuffers. I saw a few kids my age and a few teenagers but they were all dressed like they had just come from a funeral.
The car stopped near the steal door of a warehouse and the woman got out. The driver told me to stay just a little longer. He pulled around to a side door and let me out. A guy about 17 or so led me down a row of massage tables where men of various ages and different states of nakedness were being prepared for battle.
One Italian looking man sat naked straddling the end of the table facing the isle while his hands were being taped up. He called my guide by name, "Lenny, is this the special boy?" he replied, "This is one of them."
My table was all the way in the front next to an huge open door that opened to the ring. I could see that the building was larger than I expected and their were over a thousand people in the hall. I could see several of them looking in at the row of fighters. Some were little girls and other were grown women but most of them were men with fighting rosters in their hands making notes about fitness and bodies. Beyond them I could see the ring.
Lenny patted the bed and said, "strip and lay on your back." I was mortified. Their were over 100 people looking at me from the tunnel and 900 more just milling about that could look in at any time. I cinched up my black belt tighter around my waist and shook my head NO! Lenny said, "David, this is part of the show. Your getting paid good money for his day. Don't screw it up."
"Strip, ... how far?" I asked. "Totally. Your pink ass pucker and ball hair needs to be visible to the high rollers. They want every inch of you to consider if they are going to bet on you. Now, pants to the floor and dicks to the wind." he patted the table more impatiently this time. "You want to be asked back for the real money some day don't you?"
I thought to myself, I could walk out of here with $500 today and he is talking about real money'. I asked, "What do you mean by real money'?" he pointed to a boy not much older than me sitting on the bench behind the far door. His two smallest fingers were taped up and he wore a kamikaze head band and nothing else. His dick was fully erect and his dick head was red, arrow-head shaped and pointed to the ceiling. He had the look of evil in his face and he made eye contact with me as he punched his own palm. His manager pored some oil on his hand and began stroking his fighters dick. He was going slow and whispering in his ear. The manage was only 25 or 30 but had the hands of an 80 year old man all narled and broken form past fights. The manager moved his hand to the guys balls and the guy flipped me off with both hands and then shouted something in Korean.
Lenny said that he was only 15 and had only been fighting for two year and had just won his first million dolor purse. The figure of a million dollars flashed past my eyes. While I was thinking about that Lenny opened my shirt and belt. He was starting on my pants when I came back to reality that so many people were watching. I looked at the crowd to see the woman in the big hat blow me a kiss. She ran her tongue over her teeth and winked at me. I let go of Lenny's hands and he lowered my white pants and my under shorts at the same time. The woman arched her eye brows. I was naked and getting hard and did not care.
I lay down on the table with my half hard bowing to my fans. Lenny he squirted oil on my flesh. He gave me tips on fighting as he rubbed the oil deep into my naked body. I could not help but get hard, and noticed that some of the guys coming in were also erect. Lenny then squirted a shot on my stiff pick and worked it in. He casually closed the curtain around our table. I sopped his hand and explained that I was trying not to cum until after the fight. He agreed. "Keeping your sperm just at the edge of your boyhood will keep you mean and strong." he then went on to tell me of how many grown men jerk it in the showers after a good fight. He said they had no shame about it.
Lenny turned me over and began the same process on my back. I asked what the 15 year old had said to me in Korean. Lenny explained, "it is a slang that fighters use. It means that if you lose to him he will rape you in front of the rest of the guys." With that Lenny slipped a slick finger into my ass hole. He ran it around a wile and I moaned under the feeling. I asked why he needed to oil up my ass and he said that it was incase I lost.
Lenny then fitted me with a pair of tight white thin briefs that just barley covered my junk. I don't have many pubs but what I do have poked out of he top. I could feel my ass cheeks hanging out the bottom and a good amount of butt cleavage was showing. He adjusted my package so it would look good in the light. He smeared my feet with surf board wax for traction and gave me a pair of white slippers.
Lenny looked me up and down and said, "David, I was the special boy just a few years ago. If you win you will be the special boy again next week. If you loose please don't come back again. It may sound like good money but it is not worth it. Look at me. I'm 17 and have no where else to go. I have no other friends but these. If you loose go back to your childhood." I asked, "What if I win?" he said "Then fuck him hard and long for me." It was at that moment that they called me to the ring.
Lenny led me to the scale and a older man in a referees suit weighed me and pulled out my dick and examined it rolling back the foreskin and then tugging on the balls. He noticed a drop of pre-cum on the tip and touched it so it made a string the stretched out a few inches and them snapped. He smiled and then moved to explore my ass. I asked Lenny what was going on and he said that this was Old Bruce and they just let him handle the new meat as a favor. With that old Bruce painted a black band around my bicep with a red tip. I recognized it as my rank. He then put the number 1 Above that. Lenny pulled up my shorts and adjusted my balls again for me.
I was escorted by Lenny and he put a short robe over me as I walked. The woman with the hat reached from the crowd to slip her fingers under my ball sack and then snap my waist band. She whispered, "win by ten points."
I go to the ring and was cheered by the crowd. I was loving it. I lifted my arms as Lenny took off the robe. The crowd erupted in defining cheers. Lenny said in my ear, "flex for the crowd. It will run up the betting if they get a nice show, and try to be sexy." I pushed out my chest and flexed my arms. Even I was impressed by how muscular I looked in the spot light. I cocked my right knee and did five quick side kicks like a rapid fire rifle. I moved the mussels around my shoulder blades and made the tips of my angel wings touch. I placed my palms on the small of my back and ran my hands from their to my ankles going ever so slowly over my butt cheeks. Once bent half in two I spread my legs and let my ball sack hang between heaven and earth. I rocked my hips so my balls rocked too. The crowd was in a frenzy and I jumped around doing ax kicks and flying moon kicks.
Lenny took me by the hand and sat me in the corner of he rings as my opponent came from the locker room. I could see that he also had on a white robe and as he stepped in the ring I noticed that he was Korean. He raised his hands to the crowd and he got the same response as I did. My shorts were tight but his were tighter. My shorts were small but his were smaller.
And his bulge was so small it looked like it belonged on a nine year old. He looked at me with the fire of hate in his eyes and shouted the same words in Korean I had heard from the 15 year old only a few moments earlier. Instead of flexing he gave the international sign to the crowd for go-fuck-yourself.
The fight went as you would expect. In the boxing part I out reached him and out maneuvered him. He got in a kidney shot and I fell to my knee. I asked about a foul and was told that their were no fouls in this sport. So I set about pulverizing his kidneys. By the time the first round was over I looked at my opponent to see that he was sweating so bad than I could see his little dick as if he were naked. I looked down to mine and saw almost the same thing. I was almost bear ass naked in fount of a thousand people. Some of them girls.
As we rested for 90 seconds between rounds the woman in the big hat came up to the side of the ring and stroked my inner thigh with a hundred dolor bill. She said that if I shed my shorts for the next round she would give me that bill right then and their. I declined even though I had so little covered. She made her way to my opponent and he stood as she pealed down the tiny briefs like a snake skin to expose such a cute little dick. He was only about 2 or so inches long limp and had maybe 15 hairs. She handled his boyhood right their in fount of everybody and he shot up to an even 4 inches rock hard.
I should have taken him in the next round. I am a lot better than what I did out their, and I know my stuff better than him. But I was distracted by being almost naked and by the boner that would not go down on his brown little body.
At the bell Lenny told me to concentrate on hid dick during the grappling round and do some damage to his balls. My opponent put his briefs back on, but his dick head still shot out over the top. The woman in the big hat came back and offered me two hundred this time to wrestle naked. I declined and she did not offer this to the Korean boy.
Several times I had my ass in his face and once he had his balls in mine. I remembered about no fouls and what Lenny had said so I bit his left ball hard. He let loose of me and I pinned him quickly.
The match was over and we waited for the announcement from the judges. I felt for sure I had won but wondered if it had been by 10 points. The call came in less than a minuet. I had won by 12 points. What I expected was a nice hand shake and a check and to be lead back to the locker room by Lenny.
Instead my opponent was crying and slobbering like a fool. The referee pulled down the boys shorts and a line of wrestlers marched up to him and hung ribbons of shame on his naked body and a few wrote with large black marker on his chest, and even on his balls. One man that looked to be his father yelled at him so hard that spit came flying out of his mouth and landed on the boys body. The boy sobbed some more. The father took his little dick in is hand and wrote something on the boys shaft. The naked boy went to reach for his father and the man shoved away the hands. The crowd applauded.
Then just as I am expecting to get off the ring a cage looking like a large bird cage is lowered to the center of the ring. The other boy looks at it and sobs uncontrollably. Lenny walked up behind me and said, "This is your victory lap. You need to get in and humiliate the boy. " I looked up at Lenny and he explained, "you have to fuck him in the ass. Now no matter when you cum just keep humping his ass until they land you back here. I will be here for you." With out notice Lenny jerked off my shorts also and the men gave me a white ribbon of praise and a pat on the butt cheek. Lenny led me to the cage where the other boy was waiting with his butt cheeks spread and bent over at the waist.
I had never even touched another guys stuff before. I have been involved in a circle jerk with three of my friends about 9 or 10 times, but we kept our hands to ourselves. I had seen gay porn on the net before and once had a dream about having sex with Willy Nelson but I had no clue how to butt fuck. Lenny gave me vague instruction on how to slip in and about the sphincter and the blood trail and I had to go to school on only that information.
I had not even noticed when I had gone hard but I was. I tried to slip it in but I found resistance. I had no mercy on the tight hole or the blubbering boy underneath me. I felt the cage lift off the ring and I thrust in all the way with one shot.
It was the best feeling I had ever felt. I continued to hump and the cage began to spin. I noticed the spot lights on us and that we were not just going up but were passing just over the heads of all the audience. Camera flashes were blinding me with rainbow spots.
As I got to the large crowd near the concession stands I just got this urge to be wild. I pulled out of the boy and shot my load over the crowd. I stuck my hips out between two bars in the cage and shot long ropes of sticky white juice over the crowd in its evening cloths. One load after the next of over ripe sperm shot on children, men, women and onto the food venders. One boy about 9 or so jumped and reached for a string of my stuff and caught it in mid air and smelled of it as I watched. I don't know how many shots that orgasm consisted of but I felt safe in saying that it was between 10 and 12. Sound like a lot? It does to me to but it happened.
By the time we landed the boy had turned, still weeping, and licked my dick head and stated sucking it. I was hard again when they opened the door and presented me with the check, Lenny slipped pair of red briefs on me that the winner got to keep.
I went right to the showers to get the oil off my body. Lenny stripped down and came with me. He used a loofa and cleaned my body of oil and sweat. As we were in their naked Kyle, the instructor, and the woman in the big hat walked into the shower. They were completely dressed and they started talking to us as if everything were normal.
"David, I liked your little show in the cage today and I would like you to do that again next week. Here is a extra $500 to make sure you have incentive to win next week, and it's a $1000 purse. The woman in the big hat offered to dry me off and she said that we needed some alone time before I went back home. I told her that I was not so good being naked around women but she told me I had nothing to worry about. She felt every crevasse of my naked body and patted everything dry twice. We went to a table in the back of the room and she pulled the curtain around us. She stood close to my still nude erection and took my hand and slid it under her dress. The slit that came up to her waist was warm, smooth and inviting. My fingers fond a surprise beyond words. She was a he. He had the nicest shaved boner I had ever seen and the only one I had ever felt.
He stripped off his dress, pealed off the wig and hat and laid on the table and spread his shaved legs. He took me by the balls and said, "Now fuck me like you did that little boy."