Ranma goes down.

"Uaahhwah!" Ranma protested as Tatewaki's hand slipped lower. It caressed the round curve of his feminine cute butt, then slipped down the cleft, around and up. With the thumb rubbing one hole, two fingers pried apart the pink fleshy folds of the other and a third probed between. Ranma could only wriggle his hip in protest, but that did nothing to dislodge Tatewaki's fingers from his pussy. His... damn it... damp pussy.

Trying to escape, Ranma clutched Tatewaki's arms and pulled. But that wasn't the reaction he hoped for. His traitorous body pressed his bare breasts harder against Tatewaki's chest, rubbing the erect nubbins against the course material. It made things worse! He moaned and twisted. His hips rotated, and he felt his clit hump up against a hard pole of trouser snake. Even knowing what it was, he could not stop from rocking his hips back and forth, teasing the cock while Tatewaki jammed his fingers deeper into his sopping cunt.

"nn-No!" Ranma managed to protest. He twisted away, trembling legs bucking beneath him. Tatewaki's hand slipped away as Ranma folded to his knees. But his hands caressed Tatewaki's arse as he dropped, and his cheek brushed against the firmness stabbing out at him.

Suddenly those hands grasped his hair. "Yes!" he heard Tatewaki cry as they guided his face into the crotch. Ranma eyes widened as they traced the shaft tenting through the matterial.

He wanted to protest further, but his hands were already working the rod free of it's confinement. A panicked expression crossed his face, then his mouth set to work. Tounge folded around the shaft, lips pressed in a tight oval as he sucked it in, then blew it out. His tongue worked back and forth, teasing the glans, licking the shaft Nabiki had trained him with plastic toys, but it was nothing like this. The taste, the texture, the knowledge that he had a man's cock in his mouth and was pleasuring it for all he was worth.

Ranma put his best effort into making Tatewaki come as quickly as possible; so he wouldn't have to deal with anything else. Annoyingly cute little sounds indicated that Tatewaki was enjoying the process. Ranma could not say the same. Oh, his body was reacting to the training, but he hated the thought of it. So he told himself.