Occult Submission(Exclusive)

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Rather jarred by the endeavor which channeled and miraculously intercepted an impending strike, his cringe was induced by the superior magnitude of the transfer, elimnated force resonating about his vulnerable, internal structure. Judging by the extent which Seth had instantly sustained, constrasting what he'd accumulatively extorted, Johny was far, far stronger... Thankfully Johny was simultaneously unable to execute such frequency and employ such velocity to prepetuate his strikes. Instinctively striking the opposing apendage consecutively, he removed himself and flipped backward, transmitting momentum via hand with establishment with the ground, and swiveled horrizontally, extending his leg to efficiently dismiss Johny's shins and dispell his equilibrium, his violent descent ensueing. Reassured by this successful decieivng deployment, he stood, cautious.
"You're clearly stronger, and I'm faster. We'll inevitably succumb to an impasse", he imposed.

"It's only been a few minutes. Don't tell me that was all of you have?" Johnny taunted his mentor. He opened his eyes to see Seth. He looked...stunning. For some reason, Johnny couldn't take his eyes off of him. He didn't know if it was the way he was positioned, or the way the sun was hitting him, but his red, silk-like hair seemed to glow, as well as the rest of his body.

No, he couldn't let anything distract him. He closed his eyes once more. Damn! All he could see was Seth. He had to focus, he had to get his act together. He couldn't think about his mentor, and his smooth, alabaster like body, no! He just couldn't! Shit. He felt his pants grow tighter, he couldn't possibly be getting hard at the sight of this man could he? Well, he was handsome, but that was beyond the point! Johnny was straight, he liked girls.

Amongst all of this internal confusion, Johnny stood there in his fighting stance, paralyzed by his thoughts, standing there like an open target.

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His eyelids descended, and he retorted impassively, "'Was merely a deduction" and proceeded to lightly clench his overcoat,"It seems additional attire will prove troublesome" and remove it with a single attempt, its metallic segments artistically departing from his anatomy, revealing a shirt which assumed his slender figure, protruding muscle rendered apparent. He proceeded to discard of his pantaloons in a similar manner- remaining, indentically-clinging black garments. Regardless the magnitude he exuded, the faccade he involuntarily emanated- his genuine stature was rendered evident. This man, was exceedingly petite- and consummately perplexed. Yes, Johny was young, and excelling, however ... why exhbit this odd attraction, which had never presented itself prior? Perhaps the coinciding adreniline in combat had excited him, as he hadn't fought for a copndierable longevity until. Disreagrding this seemingly unappreciable sensation, he phsyicaly pursued Johny, respective transitions vague, and in frightingly rapid succession.
He slapped Johny, directing him adjacent to Seth's proximity. Seth stood, strangeled affixed to this apprehended boy.
"Stand" he demanded.

Johnny was taken back by the force of Seth's slap. He stood up as his mentor had asked. "Sorry, sir. I don't know what came over me." Johnny could not believe he had lost his focus to his emotions. He covered his sizable bulge with his hand, using his other to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. "I assure you that will never happen again. Shall we go for round two?" the younger asked.

To be completely honest, Johnny wasn't sure it wouldn't happen again. It certainly didn't help when he opened his eyes to see that Seth had stripped his suit, revealing an all-black get up that clung to his body. Seth was a very, small, slim slender man, his body no longer hidden underneath that overwhelming suit and tie. Johnny was frustrated. He hated this man, he was supposed to rid of him, yet for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off of him.

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Being an exceedingly observant individual, he'd acquired an untintentional glimpse of this obtrsutive portion of Johny's pants, and immediately his gaze darted elsewhere. He antagonizingly inquired, disregarding Johyny's propostion, "What is it, boy..?" He deemed this permission rather unprofessional, and...distracting.
Turning from Johny to conceal his own prediciment, he demanded an explanation.. however predominately was questioning himself.
He couldn't understand...
This potential malicious representative, had... it's inconcievable, absurd; he crossed his arms.

"Round two, another round. I'm sorry, I'm very stubborn, and I don't accept defeat easily." Johnny said, slowly regaining his senses. He watched as Seth's eyes averted from his body. Could he really be that pompous? He won't even look at the people he defeats.

"So, how about it?" Johnny asked once more. He shifted his package around, trying to make it as comfortable as possible before gearing up for a possible rematch.

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Reluctantly, he complied, "I accept. Inform me when ready." Thankfully, given the depth provided by the color of his lower attire, his loins were enveloped in shadow- disguised by contours of equal pigment. Acknowledging this cryptically, he assumed a readied stance, relatively staggard. He intially deduced Johny's obliviousness to the insinuation behind Seth's previous aversion of gaze, spectral expression alienating, and prepared himself for a more formidable peformance.

Johnny continued to shift around his cock and balls, looking for a suitable position. He had found a reasonable one, but his erection still pained him, his clothes imprisoning it, not allowing it to expand even further. He was still uncomfortable, but not as previously as before.

He rooted his feet into the ground. "I'm ready sir." Johnny told his mentor. He watched as Seth suddenly disappeared from in front of him. He quickly closed his eyes, anticipating Seth's next move.

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Seth had noted this expedient, proceeding to cease to Johny's anterior- awaiting his detection. Apprehensive of potential spontaneous reactions, he explicitly evaded his strike, executing precision to his armpit, incising the proximty and rendering respective jursisdiction inaccesible, incapactiated- he had exploited Johny's premature manuever, and devitalized his arm in targeting several agraggations of muscle, blood vessels- which were consequentially rendered irresistably vulnerable. Intending to inviegle Johny into implimenting an additional premptive strike, he transported himself to his direct posterior- incredibly cautious.

Johnny felt Seth attack his arm as he foolishly swung at him. Before he knew it, his arm fell limp. He heard Seth move behind him and dashed backwards, leaving a wide range between the two opponents. "Shit. Pressure points. Can't believe I let you hit me with that." Johnny felt his arm still sway loosely. He opened his eyes to see Seth take a commanding pose, as if to taunt Johnny.

Luckily his master had taught him how to counteract the numbness. Johnny pulled a pen out of his pocket and slashed across his dead arm, creating a shallow cut along the muscular limb. Johnny winced in pain, but he felt his arm again. "No matter what happens, you can always feel pain." He told his mentor. He chucked the pen to the ground.

It was still hard to concentrate however. His groin was still bothering, providing troublesome distractions that was diverting his attention from the problem in front of him. He shifted around his junk once more. Feeling a bit more comfortable, he took up his fighting stance once again. "Come on, let's go."