The Student becomes The Master

Master Hime stood in front of me, her revealing outfit, specifically made so that men fighting her would be distracted, had little to no effect on me anymore as I myself stood in a simple speedo with a permanent bulge. The last of us are few remaining practitioners of Kakusei-Jutsu, a dying art, but the hopes are that I will eventually help spread the skill - and with my dull reaction to the Master, my initiation was almost complete.

"My student," Master Hime says, "your training is almost complete; the path you've taken has been long and arduous. All of that is almost complete. You know that, in the end, just like a bird to her chicks, I have no other choice but to push you away from this home."

I nodded before kneeling down, head facing toward the floor as I awaited my Master's instructions. I felt her finger run through my spine all the way to the nape of my neck, her boots echoing loud thuds as she circles around me.

"This is not an easy command, but remember this, my student. There is no other shame than to be conquered in Kakusei-Jutsu, and only our enemies deserve to be dominated. With that said..." Immediately right after, she and I were enveloped in smoke - the signal that it was time to fight now.

Jumping backward to a defensive stance, I checked the flanks of the smoke to make sure that the Master wasn't trying to attack from there. Sure enough, the Master had jumped and rolled from the smoke and had I not known better, I wouldn't have witnessed the heel of her boot attempt to land around my crotch area.

Swiftly moving away from where I was, my Master and I were now both standing, which didn't last long as she kicked attempted to kick me with her left and right kicks. Taking advantage of this, once one of her legs was in the air, I'd pull her closer to me with a sweep of my own foot.

Sure enough, while she went for another attempt to kick my face in, one of my foot slipped on the wooden floors and extended behind her before I pulled both of them closer. My Master fell on her back much to her surprise and she groaned before she attempted to stand in a sluggish manner.

This is my time to strike; I pulled down my latex speedo until it was a thin roll-up below my knees.

Master was seemingly at a daze as I pulled out her shuriken and cut at the middle of her mask, pulling the blade towards me, much to her surprise. Before she could react appropriately, I deposited my hardening penis inside her agape mouth and placed both of my hands behind her head, pulling her closer to my crotch and pulling back again.

I could feel scratches on my legs that soon subsided. Truth be told, earlier in my apprenticeship, this was what I wanted to do to her, but her outfit had always distracted me like it was designed to. Now that I have trained under her, I've learnt to resist her temptations, but old emotions and memories flooded.

Something in me wanted this and acted on this bestial urge to shove my cock down her throat repeatedly, made even better as there was no cry for help, to stop, or that I was going too far as the Master simply widened her mouth to let saliva fall to the floor -some would fall to my feet.

As I listened to her gargled on my cock, all I felt was bliss, made even better as like I could not move any longer and stood stiff, my Master tried to finish the job as much as possible. Unable to move my hips or command my hands, she still continued to take in my shaft down her throat as much as possible all by herself, even reaching my scrotum and staying there for a few seconds, before pulling out to reveal her work of art.

Glistening and dripping with saliva, not one inch of my shaft was dry, only for me to feel like something was going to erupt, a jolt from my dick. And so, once more, I found enough to pull my Master nearer to my crotch, only pushing her away to further stimulate myself, though knowing that her tongue was at play.

I then came deep inside her throat. Having been celibate for no less than 4 months, I was as hung as a horse and the eyes of my Master grew large, forcing me to withdraw from inside of her before she fell to the floor, coughing my thick sperm as some of the stock drips onto the floors.

Standing back, I gave the Master time to recover before she stood up herself, my penis somewhat flaccid now as the two of us bowed in respect to one another.

"While you have humiliated me, you have proven that you are a student of mine. It is both a good day, and a sad day, when a student defeats his master. But today I am simply proud of you. Go and open your own dojo, I have nothing more to teach you."

As we bowed another time, I turned to leave this time around to follow her word.

A few months later, I had successfully opened my dojo and found a young woman interested in Kakusei-Jutsu...