Prisoners of War – Sparring Partners
#16 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Sparring Partners
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Commission by 1mastermind - and this story has had a good run so far - very glad for all your support, and looking forward to your feedback, as always! Thank you!
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Rei made sure that his charges had eaten and gotten ready for the day before he appeared in front of them in their rooms. He was dressed up for the occasion, too - the cat was decked out in a padded white leather tunic that only served to accentuate his broad shoulders and his muscled hips, a sight they surely found as curious as the similarly padded leather jockstrap that covered his groin. He wore nothing else, no shoes, socks, pants or any other implements, simply the tight fitting belted tunic and a broad grin on his muzzle. His charges saw this with curiosity, having not witnessed such lavish garments on him yet.
"Hmm..." said the white tiger, as he surveyed the room and its occupants, "yes...this will do. You have kept the place clean. That is good. You have also made the bed, as any soldier must. I am glad you have followed your instructions."
The two nude men echoed a "yes, sir" upon him, as they stood there, somewhat ill at attention considering their naked, chastity-caged state.
Rei pressed one paw behind his back and stood upright, almost stiffly, as he regarded them. He truly was the image of a General on that moment.
"I have something new for you today," he said. "I have great hopes that it will be to your liking."
The General enjoyed the expectant looks on their muzzles. He liked the promise in that.
"Your progress has been most agreeable," he continued. "The Physician has reviewed your biomedical data from your exercise yesterday, and it assures me that you are ready to proceed to another level of physical exercise. I have come to fetch you for a session. I assume you are ready."
"As ready as we'll be, sir," Sardo said, "for the moment, at least."
"Excellent!" Rei snapped into attention, himself, from ears to the tip of his tail held in careful balance. "Follow me. We shall go now."
They filed out and moved across corridors and hallways, occupied only by the sunlight coming through the many windows. There was something unnerving about the silence in the immaculate house, the lack of people besides the three now walking along quietly. Ever since the Navy shuttle had delivered Gantan and Sardo to the estate, they had not seen a living soul besides the white tiger now escorting them through the halls of his mansion.
A series of stairs took them to another level of the house, through a hallway and then into a room they had not been into before. It had a curving ceiling, and mirrored walls upon one side while the other wall opened into windows towards the sea. The floor was padded, and a pedestal near the door held various combat training implements.
Rei enjoyed the looks of surprise on their faces when they realized what their destination was.
"This is a dojo, isn't it?" Gantan worded it.
"House, window shading to 25 percent," Rei ordered.
The light level in the room became more dim as a result of the reduced sunlight, as the white tiger turned about to face the two. He looked genuinely excited, the General, regarding them with his arms wide.
"Jamarian wrestling, The System, Miekka and Saila schools of fencing..." Rei gestured about the room, "This room is equipped for all the major disciplines!"
Gantan didn't look too impressed.
"But those are all Confederation martial arts," the lion said. "Are we supposed to learn some of those?"
"Not at this point at least," explained Rei, still excited about the prospect, "approach me now, you two. We shall do some warm ups first before we proceed on to today's proper program."
The routines the General proposed to them were not complex - very similar to the kind of calisthenics that he usually employed to drill them. The two might have noticed that the pace of the exercises were somewhat faster than usual. It came as no surprise that by the time Rei called a stop, they were all sweating to a degree, their muscles stretched, warmed up and ready for further activity.
"Hmm...nothing like a bit of The System to get the blood going..." Rei mused.
"This is part of The System?" Sardo sounded genuinely curious about learning more of the local martial arts.
"Yes," Rei replied, feeling good about himself and his body, how it responded to his movements, "these are some of the basic series of meditative and muscle coordination exercises. They form the basis of The System, upon which the defensive and the offensive schools are built on. It is considered to be a matter of pride to master the intricacies of the System, especially for a soldier."
"Then I guess you won't be teaching any of those to us..." Gantan stated, arms crossing over his chest.
Rei gave him a look, and winked.
"Perhaps if you're a good boy...," the General noted.
"Hmppph!" the lion exclaimed.
Rei chuckled.
"Now now, save that gumption for later," the white tiger spoke easily, "it's time you showed me what you can do. A test of strength and endurance."
"What do you mean, sir?" Sardo asked.
"The finest sport of manly struggle," the white tiger was almost waxing poetic by now as he stood there, paws planted onto his leather-clad hips in a aggressive, confident posture. "Wrestling."
Their eyes widened with surprise. Gantan's ears began to flatten.
"What?"
"Wrestling," the General repeated. "With simple homemade rules, none of the fancy athletic kind. Simple enough. No choking, no biting, no clawing, scratching...kicking or kneeing on the genitals...we are not to savage one another, of course not! The winner of each bout is the one who pins the other down on his belly for ten seconds. Seven bouts, the one who wins most is the winner."
The two prisoners had incredulous looks on their faces. Even Sardo was frowning.
"Sir, I have never wrestled, sir," the tiger spoke up.
"Really now?" Rei stated.
"At least not seriously, sir..." Sardo added.
"And it's been years for me" Gantan rumbled, "only did it at school for a bit."
Rei shook his head dismissively.
"That does not matter," he said. "This is not about the craft or the art of the wrestling, this is simply about strength and body coordination. This is about...instincts."
"So you really want to see us try to wrestle each other?" Gantan questioned directly.
"That is, 'sir', Gantan," Rei replied.
The lion's ears flattened.
"Are we to wrestle one another, sir?" the lion muttered.
"I thought it'd be a nice change from the usual routines at the gym," the white tiger said. "Now that you have started to regain your strength, finding varied ways of exercise is important. And I am sure that if for once you get to do something more...visceral, it will be a welcome change from the usual machines exercising you. Just your own body and your partner's too, of course."
Gantan still glared at the General. He looked unconvinced.
"And what would you do, sir?" the lion's verbal challenge was unmistakable.
"Judge you, of course," said the white tiger. "See that you won't be playing dirty."
"Oh yeah?" the lion grumbled.
"Is this to be a...a serious tournament, sir?" Sardo questioned.
Gantan snorted.
"Don't you get it?" he addressed the tiger standing next to him. "He just wants to see us make asses out of ourselves."
"Gantan - "
"We just told him that we don't know how to wrestle, and he said he isn't going to show us how, so it'll be just us fumbling around for his amusement!" the lion growled.
Rei cleared his throat.
"I would appreciate being looked at and addressed properly when you have something you wish to speak to me," the white tiger interjected into the conversation between the two prisoners.
"Sir, I'm sure that Gantan simply does not want to be seen as being inadequate at the given task - "
"Why do you 'sir' him like that, Sardo?" the lion grunted to the tiger by him. "It's obvious that he just uses us for whatever games he comes up with and now he think it's gonna be funny to see us - "
"Do not disrespect Sardo for adhering to proper conduct, Gantan," Rei sounded annoyed by now.
"What the fuck does it matter to you?" the lion sneered.
Rei growled.
"Step back, Sardo."
"Sir - "
"Go to stand by the wall and stay there," the white tiger rumbled.
Gantan stared down at the white tiger. His fellow prisoner took a step backwards, and another, eyes carefully gauging the situation developing between the two. Rei had a confident smirk on his own muzzle when he stepped forward, paws firm on his sides and a slow swing to his tail.
"Yeah, what do you say now?" the lion sneered over at the General.
"I'm saying that for all that I try to do for you, you do not make it easy for me," said Rei.
"Uh huh?" the naked lion growled.
"And you should really consider the ramifications of your actions, knowing that you will have to keep my good graces for the time to come," the General continued in a weighty tone.
Gantan's paws squeezed into fists by his hips. He looked very angry indeed, aggressive in a way he wasn't before, flat ears, his mane puffing out.
"Gantan, just...let's just do it - " Sardo called from by the wall where he had retreated, as per his orders.
"No!" Gantan snapped. "If he wants to wrestle, he better be up for it!"
"You don't know what you are asking for, Gantan, I warn you," the white tiger's eyes narrowed.
"Oh yeah? YEAH?!" yelled the lion, so hard that droplets of saliva flew from his muzzle.
"This will be your undoing," Rei said, his voice full of warning, yet calm, unlike the lion seething in front of him.
"FUCK YOU!" the lion yelled.
The General would not give Gantan the opportunity for the first move. That the white tiger took for himself, and hence gained the offensive the moment the two clashed for the very first time.
Shoulders slung, his body moving low and his paws outstretched, he attacked.
Gantan let out a mighty roar and gripped at the arms immediately as he felt the General's huge paws land onto him. His voice rose into an even louder a growl when they grappled, paws and arms holding firm muscle, tails flying for balance in their struggle. Even Gantan was now beyond the previous snarled remarks - this was a purely physical fight, the verbal antics long gone and without a purpose now, thought Sardo, the only onlooker onto the clash now taking place. He followed it with concern and not a little measure of tension of his own, watching the two take it out on each other.
The General was immensely strong.
It was soon obvious to Sardo that the lion stood little chance in the makeshift wrestling match. Every attempt of him to grab the white tiger's arms and throw him off came as a failure. It seemed that the General was much too solid, his posture broad and his balance impeccable. Sardo was sure that he must've had experience in this art, watching the lion try in vain to unseat him. Rei's own paws held the lion back and stopped him from attacking the General properly, simply unable to step forward to do it.
"Youu-sshhhhit!" the lion growled and spat in frustration.
Rei let out a roar that was soon accompanied by the hollow thud that was Gantan landing onto the padded floor after his footpaws were momentarily thrown towards the ceiling. The lion took to the floor quite hard and must've lost most of his air in the attack, but he had no time to contemplate his recovery. The white tiger dove down onto him, obviously intending to pin him down with his own body weight. Rei's earlier vocal outburst was replaced with rough huffs that followed from the exertion of now truly fighting the lion, down on the grown in the most primal manner possible. Teeth snapped, spittle flew, and paws and limbs, all eight of them, grappled for true control. Even the tails followed, a striped one smacking onto the thick golden one in the very same struggle that ensued.
Gantan put up a fight with all his strength. He was pinned under the tiger, on his back beneath the great weight of the General on top of him that pressed him down to the floor of the exercise room. He squirmed, rolled and moved, but was unable to slip free of the tiger whose limbs enveloped him. No amount of teeth-snapping or hissing was going to intimidate the huge cat on top of him, staring down to him with a stark gaze that was accompanied by a veritable row of deadly sharp teeth.
"FUCKER!" the lion hollered onto his face.
The white tiger did not answer. His face was pulled into a scowl and he but stared down on the lion while his body moved accordingly, to answer onto Gantan's every move with one of his own, and twice as strong as anything the lion could put up against him.
Rei loved every second of it.
His heart thumped so very hard, and he felt a particular kind of a pleasure at feeling the muscular, writhing body beneath his own. He held onto the lion firmly but closely, to ensure that there was no chance for him to escape or attempt a proper attack of his own. He had not been the captain of the Academy wrestling team for nothing, the white tiger thought with pride while he kept the lion's advances at bay with ease that surely didn't go unnoticed by his audience of one, the tiger whom he could occasionally spy from the corner of his eye whenever the situation allowed him such. He hoped that the officer was duly impressed by his performance, and it even encouraged him to put on more of a show with it, too
The General slammed his hips down to the lion's, knees hugging onto his hips while he held the struggling soldier down with the very core of his strength. Upon feeling this, Gantan seemed to go into a true frenzy of wriggling and swinging himself from side to side in the hopes of dislodging the huge man from himself, to no avail. He was truly and outright pinned, and there was nothing he could do about it for the moment.
Rei knew the fight was over even before Gantan did, by instinct and training. The movements of the body against him were waning, and he knew that the lion's strength had run out. Only sheer willpower and anger must've been keeping him from going outright limp and submitting as the loser of the bout.
He ended up panting and grunting, unable to move for the firm paws that held his wrists, and the face glaring down at him victoriously.
"You have failed," Rei announced, calmly, yet flushed and out of breath in his own right.
"S...shit..." Gantan muttered.
"I...win," Rei spoke simply before he stood up and adjusted his jockstrap and his tunic back onto their immaculate shape.
Gantan glared up to him, listless and momentarily speechless as well. He had run out of steam and laid there, even his tail having gone limp. He might have been enjoying the benefits of the General's training regime for two weeks now, but he was still far from his peak performance before his captivity. The lion was breathless, sweaty, and defeated, yet his humiliation was not yet complete.
The General stomped his foot against the lion's sternum. It was a weighty presence, not enough to impede breathing but certainly to be felt. Rei shook his head quietly while he glared down at the lion who was literally under him now, with the leathery pads of the General's footpaw resting against his neck.
"It disappoints me that words are not enough to drive the message into that thick head of yours," grumbled the white tiger, looking down at the lion, "for someone of your age and your training it should be obvious for you to defer properly to your superior officer."
"You - "hissed the lion, "you're NOT my superior officer!"
Rei clicked his tongue.
"You have a lot to learn," the white tiger breathed out, "and you deserve a punishment. Just how sever, we shall see...it would be very grave, if I hadn't enjoyed this match quite so much..."
Gantan growled, and hissed.
Rei stepped off from the fallen soldier and faced Sardo now, whom still stood retreated by the wall.
"And you...I have to think how his punishment affects you," the General grumbled. "I am very disappointed that it has to be so."
"I understand," the tiger spoke to his fellow striped cat.
"I shall have the Overseer escort you back to your room," Rei said. "Today's activities have been cancelled."
With that, the tiger in white left the room, and behind him, a consternating tiger and a teeth-gnashing lion wondered at their fate.
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