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Bang modeled a few moves for Saitama and Genos, who he invited to the dojo under the pretense of a free meal. Well, the pretense wasn’t exactly a lie, but it had worked nonetheless. This isn’t the first time they’ve been there, Bang has been persistent in trying to convince them--especially Saitama--to join his dojo.
“P.I.M.P. stands for: Procurer In Management Position. Pimps have an incredible amount of confidence and are never shaken. They keep a cool level head in all situations. They have a responsibility to provide basic necessities and a safe working environment. They screen clients and schedule meetings. Treat your sex workers with respect and work as a team. You are in charge of their best interests because they are your interests.”
Bang continues, moving and twisting and putting extra umph behind his attempts because Saitama’s eyes keep tilting toward the hot pot meal and Genos looks even more bored than usual.
“Sex workers handle the front of the house as hosts, customer service and keep their own working hours. Pimps Manage Retail services and provide security. as a manager You handle the back of the house; wages, incentive packets for new recruits, and scheduling clients. Rock Smashing Water Stream Backhand is the security. It's a defence against unwanted advances. The martial art can repel the attacks of opponents, nullify them, or redirect them with twice the power with a Focus on vital spots and joints, that does not rely solely on brute strength.”
Trying not to sigh, Bang finished his last formation and bowed before taking up his usual relaxed stance with his hands behind his back. He figured he better quit while he was ahead, before they decided to make excuses and leave. “Well this is about how it goes. How ‘bout it? Wanna give it a try? Saitama, Genos you both seem quick on the uptake. If it's you two you might be able to get the hang of it very quickly”
Saitama yawned, making Bang’s left eye twitch in irritation, and said, “The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less.” He looked around, eyes bright and wide like expected some sort of reaction, but Bang was at a loss. He shrugged and continued, “I only came for the food, old man, and not to join your dojo, so no, I'm not interested. Genos, you give it a try.”
Genos blinked at his teacher, then turned to Bang with a blank expression, stating, “I'm afraid I have to pass. I do not strive for techniques to defend myself with, what I need is absolute destructive power.”
Obviously, Saitama thought differently by the pitying look on his face. If Genos noticed it he chose to ignore it.
“How dare you pair of imbeciles mock the Rock Smashing Water Stream Backhand!” Bang’s only disciple yelled at the guests. “I, Charanko, Master Bang's best disciple shall put you back in your place!”
Saitama didn’t seem to notice Charanko, staring into the hot pot like he hadn’t eaten in days. Genos, on the other hand, turned to Bang’s disciple, his expression as flat as ever. A half second later and Genos’ hand was wrapped around Charanko’s throat, Bang’s left eyebrow raised in surprise, impressed at how quickly the young cyborg moved.
“I give! Mercy! Uncle!” Charanko yelled, gripping futilely at Genos’ metal wrist.
“This is your best disciple?” Genos sneered. “I heard your dojo was full of skilled pimp fighters, Bang-san.” He dropped the bushy redhead who started coughing while rubbing his throat.
“Hmm,” Bang humed, stroking his mustache, “Well it was until one of my disciples went on a rampage...all skilled disciples were disabled by him for life which in return got the rest so scared they quit.”
Saitama perked up upon hearing that and actually looked at Bang, “Is he strong? What's his name?”
“Garou….he was my best disciple back then...but I had to expel him after giving him a good beating."
Saitama nodded, giving Bang an appreciative look. “You must be really strong then, old man.”
“You imbecile!” Charanko started yelling again, and Bang rolled his eyes, “How can you not know the famous hero "Silver Fang" class S rank 3. He leads his enemies around by the nose by moving like a calm stream… only to finish them off with a backhand strong enough to smash great rocks like a raging river! A true master of pimp martial arts. You're just some newbie that has only made it to B class recently, aren't you? Make light of Master and you'll be in for a painful surprise!"
“Charanko!” Bang said, his authoritarian tone shutting up his disciple instantly, “Don't make me lose face! Saitama is many times stronger than me.”
Charanko looked skeptical, “Many times? Master you must be jok-”
Without warning, the doors to the dojo swung wide opened to reveal a man in a dirty, wrinkled suit who was panting like he’s just tried to run up the mountain.
“Mr. Silver Fang. I'm with the hero association! An emergency summons has been issued to S class heroes ! Please come to headquarters immediately!” The man half gasped and half yelled. “Oh it's you isn't it mr Genos?” He continued. “We were told to gather all the class heroes so you'll have to come too. “
Genos stood up and looked ready to rush a fight before the man had finished his sentence. “Is it a dragon level 1?”
Bang sighed, “Oh boy. Charanko watch the dojo while I'm out.”
Chranko bowed low to Bang, “Take care, Master.”
Genos turned his attention toward Saitama who’s gone back to drooling over the hot pot. “If S class heroes are being called we may need your power master. Will you come with us?”
Saitama looked up at his cyborg, then back to the hot pot, then back to Genos and shrugged.
“Sure I’m free anyway.”
Bang watched Saitama, curious about his response. He hadn't seen Saitama this excited since they sparred earlier that afternoon.
Earlier that day...
Bang watched Saitama and Genos exit one of the few apartment buildings still standing in the abandoned zone of Z City. He’d been following them since the meteor, curious about Saitama and the cyborg, and their relationship.
Why are they together? Could this be a teacher student situation? But their rankings are class C and class S what is going on?
Bang continued to follow them as they wandered out of the abandoned zone, appearing not to have a destination in mind. He tracked them to a local park where they eventually stopped at a park bench and Saitama had a seat while Genos leaned against the back with his arms crossed over his chest. Bang hid in a nearby bush, watching and listening. He hoped to come across some leverage he could use to convince the two to join his dojo. From what he’s initially seen of their skills, the two men would do a lot to draw in new blood.
“Show me again master," Genos requested, peaking Bang’s curiosity. What kind of demonstration could he be asking for?
Saitama tilted his head back against the bench and stared at Genos, his expression flat. “Is this a joke?”
Genos fidgeted behind his teacher, staring into his lap, steam pouring out of his vents. “No, I want to know because, I've learned so many things from you master Saitama, and I thought-”
“No way, Genos. Sorry,” Saitama interrupted with a shake of his bald head, turning away, but Genos looked so crestfallen, his mechanical face drooping in disappointment. Bang wondered what kind of request could make the cyborg act so dejected and watched as Saitama’s resolve slowly crumbled.
Saitama sighed, “Damn it...pay attention carefully, I'll only do it once more today!”
Saitama tilted his head back once again, relaxing against the back of the bench. Genos turned, gripping the wood on either side of Saitama, looming over him and slowly closing the distance. Bang’s eye shot wide, watching as Genos kissed Saitama. Their lips brushed against each other, not desperate like two horny teens, but soft and tender. One of Saitama’s hands rose to grip at the back of Genos’ head, pulling him down further to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth to roll his tongue between the cyborg’s parted lips.
Bang had been sure they were student and teacher. Perhaps he had been wrong. Not that it mattered. In fact, this just proved that they belonged in his dojo and he was more determined than ever to persuade them to join.
Bang stood from his hiding place and moved closer, the two men oblivious to his presence and too caught up in their make-out, just as the two men separated.
“Are you happy now?” Saitama gruffly asked Genos, though his aggravated tone lacked conviction while his one hand still played with the hair at the back of Genos’ neck.
“Master...I'm afraid this technique requires...hard work and practice,” Genos replied, his eye glued to Saitama’s mouth.
“Genos, I'm not buying it,” Saitama said with a snort and roll of his eyes, dropping his hand to his lap. As Genos straightened up, Saitama’s head came down and he looked straight at Bang, his expression flat and completely unsurprised by the old man’s presence.
Bang wasn’t even thrown off by Saitama’s lackluster expression. Of course it wouldn’t be unusual for someone of Saitama’s caliber. Genos, too, who looked equally unperturbed by his sudden interruption. “Hello,” he greeted, “Quite impressive, that kiss was.”
Saitama kept his eyes on bang but whispered to Genos from the side of his mouth, "Who is this old man?”
Genos whispered back, “He is Silver Fang, the Class S hero master.”
“Call me Bang,” Bang said, choosing to ignore their side commentary. Bang studies them in the following silence, especially Saitama. He looks ordinary in every way.
“Pardon me Saitama, but do you have a teacher? From whom did you learn martial arts and which discipline?” Bang asked after a short time.
Saitama shrugged, “Eh I don't really have a teacher.”
Bang narrowed his eyes, “Wait you can't be serious, then how did you become so strong?”
Saitama rubbed at the back of his neck and shrugged again. “Weight lifting, I guess?”
“What?! You smashed that meteor using pure physical ability?!”
“Yeah pretty much.” Saitama’s tone was almost deadpanned and completely lacking the self-satisfied air of others with half his strength.
This kid has so much untapped potential!
“You wouldn’t want to come back to my dojo with me?” Bang offered, “I have all this meat given to me as a gift and I need to cook it, but I don’t have enough people to cook for.”
Saitama’s flat expression lit up, his eyes almost sparkling. “Free food? Hell yeah!”
Gneos, on the other hand, looked less than pleased. "Master why are we doing this?" He asked under his breath.
"Genos, the best things in the world are free - and worth every penny of it," Saitama responded sagely.
After that Genos seemed content enough to follow Saitama around.
Back at the dojo, Bang, in his eagerness, challenged Saitama to a variety of games. “Before I give you that meat I mentioned, there is something I'd like you to see.”
Bang leaves the room for a minute and returns with several concrete slabs, which he laid atop each other and across two other stones several feet apart. It looked like a miniature table, about hip high. Then Bang drops his pants halfway down his thighs, letting his flaccid cock dangle.
“For a true test of Big Dick Energy your dick has to be harder than the rock it hits.”
Bang stroked himself a few times, getting hard in his hand quickly with expert and familiar twists of his wrist. He let go of his cock and swayed his hips, closing his eyes to concentrate, his stiff cock bouncing. A few seconds later, he snapped his hips and his cock came down in a flash, smashing through all of the stones.
He tried not to be smug about his acco mplishment. “ What do you think? I wanted to show you how marvelous the martial arts are. Here, Saitama, why don’t you try?” Bang left to grab more of the stone slabs and returned to his guests, setting up more stones for Saitama.
Saitama shrugged and rose from the floor, and while he prepared himself, Bang dove into an explanation of his specific brand of martial Arts.
“We specialize in the martial art of pimping. Do understand, I do not sell others for money, rather I provide a safe space for sex to happen, and maybe help younger people take control of their sexuality-”
Bang cut off his sentence, staring at the pile of rubble at his feet. He’d brought out enough stones to allow Genos to try it, if the fussy cyborg was so inclined, he hadn’t expected Saitama to pile them all up and smash through them. Bang glanced at Saitama, appraising his half hard cock, impressed by its girth and strength. Even Bang, who’s been practicing Rock Smashing Water Stream Backhand, would have struggled to crack so many stone slabs. Saitama obliterated them.
“Yeah I get it, hurry up and give us the meat,” Saitama demanded.
“What is it exactly you want from us?” Genos asked.
Looks like I'll have to find a more creative way to make them understand, but if I fight them there is a strong possibility they may get hurt.
Bang ignored Genos’ question. “Let’s play a game.”
Both men watched him with a moderate amount of bemusement and frustration. “This next challenge is a test of endurance. And maybe a little luck. The point of that game is to give as well as you can take. Each player holds out a hand, and on a count of three each person presents a closed fist, a flat hand, or two fingers; each of which stand for a position. A closed fist represents the uke, a flat hand the semem , and the two fingers--”
“So it's like rock-paper-sissors,” Saitama says, scratching at his nose.
Bang sighed, “I suppose…”
Saitama sighed, “Come on, what about the meat you promised?”
Bang smirked, “Win the game and the premium meat is yours.”
Like the honorable follower he was, Genos volunteered, “I’ll do it master.”
Saitama shrugged, unconcerned and slightly irritated.
Genos met Bang in the center of the room, both kneeling and facing each other. Both Genos and Bang had their eyes closed, neither of them breathing too hard as they took the preparation time to meditate and center themselves.Then, almost as if they both heard the call of a whistle, their eyes opened, the right fist of each slamming down on to the open palm of the left three times, and they’re perfectly synced as if they’d planned this from the beginning. Genos finished the round strong, his fist clenched in rock. But wait! No! Bang grinned, smug, his right flat against the palm of his left, reminiscent of a shark chomping down on fresh meat. And Genos was that fresh meat.
“Turn around my boy,” Bang demanded, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Bang-san,” Genos siad, “I have no intention to mislead you, but I am a cyborg and you may find I lack...certain accommodations.”
Bang’s eye twitched. “Then what was the point of you playing if you did not plan to honor the rules?”
Genos had the decency to look a little chastised, ducking his head.
“I may have a solution,” Saitama offered from his seat. Both men turned to look at him and he gestures crudely pumping his hand toward his mouth and pressing his tongue into his cheek rhythmically. Bang snorted.
“He also doesn’t have a gag reflex,” Saitama added, and Bang tilted his head, curious how Saitama knew such an intimate detail.
Bang gazed at Genos who nodded.
“If that would please you enough to satisfy the rules, then by all means,” the cyborg replied. He remained in his kneeling position, but he leaned forward, resting his weight on his hands and opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to hang out. Bang’s cock twitched.
“If you don’t mind, boy. Just know, I may be old, but I am in peak physical condition.”
Genos did not say anything, but watched Bang rise from his knees. He stepped in to Genos’ space, groping at himself, already at half mast just thinking of face-fucking the blonde.
Bang pulled out his cock, giving himself a few gentle strokes. Genos stared at his cock, but did not seem so impressed. At least not enough to Bang’s saisfaction.
Bang tilted his hips and let the tip of his cock rub against Genos’ cheek. “Are you ready, my boy?”
Genos nodded. Bang slipped his cock into Genos’ open mouth, hissing through his teeth, and surprised to find it as warm and wet as a natural mouth. He went slow, gauging Genos’ reaction, but he didn’t stop until Genos’ lips were kissing his groin. True to Saitama’s word, Genos didn’t gag even the slightest. He didn’t even look uncomfortable. So, Bang stopped hesitating and grabbed the sides of Genos’ face and pulled out until just the tip rested on the cyborg’s tongue. Then he snapped his hips forward, slamming them into Genos’ face. Genos seemed fine and Bang did it again, then again, and on and on, harshly pumping his cock into the younger man’s synthetic throat, groaning at the tight heat. Even with his age, Bang had stamina, but he wasn’t interested in drawing this out, and as such, Bang felt the stirrings of his orgasm approaching rather quickly. He picked up the pace, his thighs beginning to shake and his toes starting to curl against the mat. He brought his hands to the back of Genos’ head, pressing the cyborg tight against him, grinding against those pink lips as his orgasm crested, crashing over his hot and quick. Bang grunted, spending himself down the cyborgs through, relishing the feel of Genos swallowing everything Bang poured into him.
WIth one last twitch of his hip, Bang sighed and stepped back, slipping out of Genos. And except for the chaos of blonde hair atop his head and the smoke pouring out of his ears, Genos looked none the worse for wear.
But bang didn’t want to press his luck and damage the man, so he said, “Maybe this game is too advanced for you?”
“Looks like fun to me. Tag out Genos,” Saitama stated from the low-sitting table.
Genos nodded, looking relieved. He rose and made his way to the table as Saitama met Bang in the center this time. Saitama looked different when he was serious, his feature sharpening with the anticipation of a challenger until he was almost handsome, rather than plain.
This brings back memories. In order for me to usher in that lively energy at the dojo once again, Bang thinks, his mustache twitching with amusement, I’m going to need power and strength and youth.
They began together, fists knocking against palms, and Bang smirked as he chose scissors versus the rock that Saitama picked.
“Why are you grinning? I chose rock, rock beats scissors.”
“In this instance, scissors beats rock.”
Saitama tilted his head confused. “I don’t get it, scissors beats rock. That’s how the game goes.”
“Except in this instance,” Bang replied, trying to stifle the urge to laugh. Most people got confused before they became enraged.
Saitama narrowed his eyes, obviously he was trying to put it all together. Then he shrugged. “What do I do?”
Bang twirled one end of his long mustache and said, “Nothing, my boy. I get to take my reward. And I want your mouth wrapped around my cock, just like your disciple.”
Saitama nodded, relaxing on his knees as Bang rose to his feet and stepped closer. Bang had to admit surprise as he pulled himself from his gi and Saitama dropped open his mouth without blinking an eye. Bang didn’t hesitate though, sliding his cock into the wet heat until he hit the back of Saitama’s throat. Like his disciple, Saitama didn’t gag at all, so Bang pressed in further until Saitama’s lips were buried in his salt and pepper pubes.
Bang groaned as he began to thrust hard and fast, but he moaned long and loud when Saitama sucked in rhythm to his rolling hips and curled his tongue along the underside of Bang’s shaft. His disciple didn’t bother participating, content enough to sit tight and be used, but apparently Saitama didn’t feel the same, and Bang was racing toward his climax quicker than anticipated.
It didn’t take long before his balls tightened from the familiar feeling of an oncoming orgasm, and Bang let it happen, allowing it to roll through him, a wave of heat rushing down his spine and culminating in his dick. He rode out his climax with a few extra thrusts before pulling out of Saitama’s mouth with a wet slurp.
“Not bad, boy. Seems you could teach your disciple a thing or two. Ready for round two?”
WIth a gleam in his eye, Saitama said, “Bring it on.”
And Bang did, as he put Saitama on his back, literally, over and over. And each time he lost, Saitama became a little more frustrated, that by the fifth loss he started yelling.
“It doesn’t make sense! Rock has always beat scissors! How can you just...just change the rules in the middle of a game?!”
“I tried to explain the rules, boy, it isn’t my fault you chose not to listen.”
“But you said rock beats scissors-”
“I said no such thing, Saitama, that’s what you heard. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like my reward.”
Saitama scoffed, his expression losing it’s banality and looking more and more like the beach before a storm ravaged it. “We have gone four times, how are you still standing, old man. You should be careful unless you break a hip.”
“Say what you will about my age, boy, it doesn’t change the fact that I am still owed. Now, let me show you how this old body handles sore losers.”
The sixth time came and Saitama finally beat Bang, his yell of triumph carrying throughout the dojo. Bang was wide eyed, watching Saitama jump around the room with a fist in the air. It was the most emotion he’d ever seen the man display. Then Saitama turned to Bang, his face uncharacteristically serious, his features sharp and dangerous.
Wait he's going to?!
Saitama disappeared in one second and reappeared next to Bang. If he’d been a slower man, a less skilled fighter, then he might have been caught by Saitama. Instead, Bang managed to dodge in the nick of time.
Such amazing power!
“Hey!” Saitama yelled, irritation making his brow furrow. “No fair, old man, you're not allowed to dodge!”
Genos looked offended, slamming his fist onto the table next to him. “That would have settled the game!”
“Hey take it easy, those aren't the rules!” Charanko yelled back at him. And Genos turned to him, his eyes widening as if he was just now noticing the carrot top.
“Enough. I lost that round,” Bang stated, all eyes turning to him. How would it have ended if we really would have been fighting?
“Alright then! The next hit wins! Come get some!” Saitama challenged Bang.
Bang snorted, his mustache twitching. “Don’t be silly. I don’t have any intention in engaging in mortal combat with you.”
“Hu?!” Saitama demanded.
“What about the meat you promised us?” Genos added.
Bang “I was always going to give it to you, don’t worry. So what do you think about all this? Maybe you understand, now that you've had a match. Especially you, Saitama. Before you knew it you enjoyed taking part in the competition, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten so serious. You listen too, Charanko. PIMP arts are appealing in this way, a way you could never get from fighting and physical combat.”
Genos nodded at Bang as if he completely agreed.
Bang continued. “See? That is the very essence of learning PIMP martial arts.”
“Thanks sensei!” Charanko replied with enthusiastic abandon, bowing on the floor. Genos rolled his eyes.
Bang smiled confidently at his two guests. “Perhaps now you're interested in attending my dojo.”
“Nope not at all,” Saitama replied, looking bored once again.
“Oh really?” Bang questions, mustache twitching in irritation.
“Whatever, let's go one more round and finish this. I'm starving!” Saitama stated.
“Master, shall I play you next? “ Genos asked.
“What? Why?”