Jim Ratt went to his guru the way a man goes to winter—knowing it would be cold, believing it would make him harder.
The man waiting for him promised ascent but spoke first of ruin. To rise, Jim was told, he would have to be reduced. Strength would be challenged not with speeches, but with touch—sharp, humiliating, low blows and ball claws landed where pride lived. Hands squeezed and crushed.
Jim learned quickly that these lessons were not meant to be fair. They were humiliations of the flesh, crude lessons delivered low and without mercy. Each session ended the same way: Jim sent back into the daylight to see what remained of him. And something always did. Sometimes he returned calm, almost emptied of noise. Other times he came back burning, cursing the lessons, swearing they had wrecked his peace, his pride, even his desire.
The color of his trunks said everything before he did. Light shades when he was reflective. Dark ones when the anger brewed. Red when restraint was gone.
His body absorbed the punishment, but his mind argued with it.
One time, KC Ryder pushed too far. The low blows stacked up. The clawing too much. When Jim came back, he wore red and meant it. He was done being shaped. He took hold, dished out the same rough education—crushing, cornering, forcing his mentor to feel the sting of his own methods. He added some across-the-shoulder backbreakers with a handful of nuts to show his power and dark side. The sandy-haired genius did not enjoy the reversal. Few men do.
After that, Jim returned calmer. Something had settled. Balance, perhaps.
For the final meeting, the mentor said they would begin again. Back to the basics. Low blows delivered without apology. Rough wedgies hauled tight and over-the-knee spankings that echoed the room. Hair pulled while the guru commanded the muscle hunk to lick his biceps - dominance made unmistakable. Jim endured it all. He did not resist.
When it ended, he was beaten, not broken. The fire had burned down to something steady.
He left transformed.
TOTAL RUN-TIME: 29 minutes, 16 seconds
