Work Text:
Simu loved his job. He got paid to stretch, stay in shape and get stared at by a bunch of women. It was a dream come true, a paradise of his own making. Until one guy decided to show up. It usually happened from time to time, the deal saving apps would catch the eye of some man. But once they realized their instructor wasn't a woman, they'd won't come back. And if that didn't do the trick, his verbal berating of their form chipped away at their ego.
Some would respond by giving up. A few others were rather frisky and decided to try and square up. Simu preached non-violence and allowed their anger to get them arrested and removed. But this time around, he seems to need more of a hands on approach.
This guy has come back for a total of six weeks! Girls were flocking to him for his commitment, he didn't appear to hit on any of them either. And when Simu challenges his form or gets in his face, there is little sign of resistance in the man's eyes. It made Simu sick to his stomach. He decided to amp up his intensity.
"Hey, you've been improving quite a lot. Why don't you come by the studio for a Bikram yoga session, on me. I'm sure you'll enjoy the experience." Simu smiles, "Don't bother bringing a water bottle or anything, I provide this special mineral water that keeps the circulation pumping and detoxing properties." The bait thrown out, he made preparations for the private session.
Sweating into an entire gallon jug made for water wasn't that big of a feat. The main problem was holding the funnel while he rinsed his clothes over it. Not to mention his socks, urgh. Wearing those suffocating and scratchy things.
The session started with the temperature already at an obnoxious level. Simu sitting in lotus position. His body gave off a glistening aura as he sat there awaiting his victim...client.
The young man had been looking for a yoga group for a while, so he enjoyed the cheap classes on that level. But the real fun was watching Almighty yogi Simu lose his shit whenever he attended a class. the territorial teacher made the stretching twice as fun, and therefore twice as easy, so he knew Simu was just blowing hot air in his direction when he tried to critique his form.
Plus, now all the attention his teacher had enjoyed was all his. Yoga girls were fickle, but for now they were HIS. Not Simu's. The thought made his ego swell. He'd look his teacher right in the eye while he breezed through the session, loving the barely disguised rage masked with a thin smile. It would keep him happy for the rest of the day.
He should have known Simu wouldn't put up with it for long. He scoffed inwardly at the invitation for a private session, but consented to it all the same, this would be a great chance to piss him off further. Plus he might actually learn something. Say what you will about his pissy tutor, but the guy knew his stuff.
He arrived at the studio in a simple tank and shorts, but he quickly felt way overdressed as the heat started to make him squirm immediately. "Damn man, it's like a desert in here. How do you put up with it?" His veneer of friendliness was another tactic he liked to use to piss off Simu.
Overdressed would be the word. Where Simu has decided to go for the shortest shorts he could find. Cutting off near his thigh. It allowed for extra mobility. And no shirt was a given. If not to be considered his uniform.
Simu had his eyes closed, "Deserts are dry heat." Corrected with swiftness, "The moisture trapped in the air makes it humid and helps lubricate our joints. Its not sapping our strength all together. Think rainforest over desert." He opens his eyes to see the man with that sinister smile. He knows something is up and nothing he longs for more than bashing that pretty face in.
His toes tighten in the same fashion fingers would into a fist. So tight in fact the bones cracked. "Its all about building resistance." He stands up to present the man with his sweat filled water bottle, "First things first. Hydration want to have a lot in before we can push out your weaknesses."
Simu locks eyes with the man, "Drink up, last thing I want is you passing out before we get to the good parts."
The young man took the large bottle apprehensively, his smile faltered slightly. He sensed something off about it but he wasn't sure what. Upon taking it, he nearly groaned out loud. Of course it was warm. What a fucking joke.
As he brought it closer to his lips, a foul, acrid stink passed through the air and made him cough. It was like a flash of pure amonia, for a moment, he wondered what it was he was drinking, but as he looked over his glistening teacher, he realised it must just be B.O. Some Teacher.
Without noticing the thicker than usual texture, the man took a swig. His eyes bulged as a sour, savoury, vile taste permeated his mouth- No. His entire nervous system. He spat it out on the floor and fell to one knee, coughing and spitting, the bottle still clenched in his hand.
"What- cough- the hell was that?!?"
The burst of spittle sprayed onto Simu's shines and tops of his feet. Imperceivable with how fast and much he was sweating. If anything his body reabsorbed what was his only to push it out again. Simu gave a concerned look to the student's reaction.
He went as far to drop to one knee while stroking the guy's back. "Whoa, whoa. Take it easy. The first sip is always rough. Everyone is all about cold water, not realising the coldness damages cells. We should be taking in warm to heated water in order to buffer our cells. I know its a shock to the system, but that's why its important to do these things together."
Simu goes from stroking the student's back to running his hands up to grip some hair. With a sharp yank he pulled his head back. He took the water back into his fist and pushed it to the student's lips. "Come on, down the hatch. If you can't get past this, then how will you handle the rest." Simu smiled for the first time one that beamed with joy.
He shoved as much of the bottle he could into the student's mouth. With a violent squeeze, the plastic bottle crumpled under his strength and shot out a force of sweat water.
The still unsuspecting yogi didn't even notice as Simu closed the distance between them, the taste had fogged his brain up. It was only the strong and somehow uncomforting hand on his back that made him realise how close he was. Something about the whole situation was starting to make his hair stand on end. He wondered how he could back out without making it seem like Simu had won.
Clearly he'd underestimated the lengths his teacher would go to be top dog. Before he could make any excuses (His throat still felt scratchy and violated from the acidic 'water') He felt Simu's hand move up his back, the next thing he knew, he was yelping as his head was yanked back.
Something hard was forced into his mouth, making it's way unnaturally to the back of his throat, he didn't recognise it as the bottle until Simu squeezed and his mouth overflowed with more of the vile liquid. His eyes went wide as he let out a violent retch that did nothing to dispel the overwhelming beverage. A strong, painful force on both sides of his head meant he was trapped. No matter how hard he wriggled, it seemed impossibly easy for Simu to hold him with no effort.
His lips stretched wide until they cracked over the bottle, preventing the liquid from escaping and nearly suffocating him until he realised his only chance was to swallow, the liquid burned on the way down and some violent and painful retches brought it up over and over again, tears streamed down his face, he looked desperately to Simu for it to end as he drank 2 thirds of the combined sweat.
Every. Last. Drop. Simu wouldn't relent until it was all gone, going as far to pull the student's head back while he leaned forward. He watched the small droplets glide down the container wall into the man's mouth. "All this gagging, I thought you were gay, guess I was mistaken. Not that I would've minded, I'm not homophobic. But I do mind you coming into MY studio thinking you can steal the spotlight." He spoke while keeping the bottle jammed into the man's mouth. The way it was stuck, pulling it out could be dangerous.
There was a solution for that, Simu helped the man to his feet. Keeping his own fingers locked around the guy's wrist. Didn't need him to try and squirm away. With the full extension of his leg and flexed toes, Simu drove the full force of his rage into the man's liver. The balls of his feet struck true, causing the area to sink in. All while pulling at his arms to keep him steady and upright.
"Now that you're hydrated, time for us to stretch." he points his toes to dig into the already bruising area. When he removes his foot he can tell the body has a hard time rebounding. "Symmetry is key to stretching. What one does to one side they must do to the other."
Simu pulls the man in with a smile before he kicks out once more. Same shot with the other foot as he extends and pushes in deeper. "There we go and hooooold!" He tugs back on the wrist while also leaning back so his foot has maximum impact.
The victim vaguely felt Simu bearing down on him, watching as he consumed what he now suspected to be the same glistening substance dripping down Simu's face and body. His eyes flutter on the verge of passing out, even as he is allowed a small rest once the sweat is drunk. His throat, mouth and stomach all burned painfully, Simu's stink began to invade his nose, almost as though it was bubbling up within him.
He realised with a horrified jolt that the bottle was still painfully lodged in his mouth, he went to grab it, hoping to yank it out and run. But he realised his wrists were held in the vice like grip of his teacher's strong fingers, in fact, they felt close to breaking under the strength of Simu's grip.
He locked eyes with his tormentor again, unable to discern any emotion except pure glee. Now he finally, fully understood what kind of guy Simu was. His own eyes flooded with abstract terror.
Next thing he knew, the bottle flew out of his mouth as his gut was slammed by a baseball bat....at least that's what it felt like. Instead, he realised it was Simu's innocent looking bare foot. The strength of the strike was enough for the victim to lose the strength in his legs, trying to collapse as he gasped desperately for air, even as the foot came away, he felt as though he was suffocating. And then SLAM. In it came again, his eyes bulged as Simu showed he wasn't even using his full strength for the first kick, as this one seemed to wake up his numbed body and a dull agony wracked his stomach. He screamed, but no sound emerged from his winded throat.
Simu released the man's wrist. He noticed a lack of comprehension in the man's eyes as he leaned forward to snap his fingers in front of the man's face. "Hey, are you paying attention? Focus, this class might be discounted but my time is valuable. WAKE UP!"
Simu's body bent forward, his leg sprung back. With great flexibility, speed and strength his foot continued to propel as his torso dipped low. The heel of his foot impacted at the center of the student's face. Such prettiness would be ruined with an bashed in nose.
Simu continued to dip lower until he needed to anchor himself with his hands. Palms flat he entered a hand stand where now both his feet sprang into the air. He locked his position in while allowing his feet to become a gatling gun of kicks aimed for the man's face. Simu continued until his arms grew tired in two minutes to where he adjusted himself.
He lowered himself to sweep his feet beneath him and carry a kick through the man's ankles before Simu twisted himself back into lotus position.
As he was finally released from Simu's grip, the victim felt both numb and in agony at the same time, his stomach was starting to lose all feeling, he looked down to see it had turned black and purple. He drew dazed, heavy breaths. His body was quivering, drinking that sweat had made him feel sick and achy...he didn't really register Simu's snapping fingers.
He did register a foot flying through the air towards him. A high, shrill scream was cut comically short by a broken nose. Which was followed by a black eye, a busted lip, a cut cheek, blow after blow landed in the space of what felt like an instant, Simu's speed was inhuman. the victim started to feel his knees buckle as his fave was nearly caved in. Simu's sweeping strike to his ankles saved him the trouble.
A sickening CRUNCH rang through the air as one of his ankles snapped out from under him, rendering him a screaming, writhing, coughing mess on the floor while his teacher calmly returned to his meditation.
Simu sprang to his feet when hearing the scream. He noted the ankle snap, but the scream had him react with greater haste. He went straight for the source...the throat. A sharp kick with the side of his foot. Operating with the same precision as a karate chop, striking the larynx to trap whatever noises the man tried to release. He holds his foot there to make sure the scream whines down to a desperate gurgle.
"This is a place of zen. Suffering is only natural, but it must be kept inward." He moves his foot over to have his heel weighing on the man's chin while the rest of his foot slaps upon his face. Toes digging into the scalp as they grip his hair. "Focus on your breathing. It will divert any attention away from the pain. Deep in." He takes a sharp and long inhale himself, going as far to lift the man's head in the process. "And out." The exhale is followed by a stomp.
"In." Lift.
"Out." Slam. Over and over, "Come on, you were such a faster learner before. Where is that drive now?"
The screaming has turned to mostly just loud sobbing before the victim suddenly found himself unable to make any noise at all. For a moment he wondered what could be wrong. in the same instant, he felt an agonising shattering sensation in his throat, as though Simu's foot had caused a shockwave in his neck. His bruised hands flew through the air to grip weakly at Simu's ankle, though he didn't seem to notice, even as he moved his foot to ensnare his victim's whole face. Even as he felt his head lift under the incredible strength of his teacher's feet. He did however, lose his grip all together as his head was smashed into the floor behind him. Over and over.
Each time he attempted to scream or beg, but his throat was caked in bone and blood, with each strike, he coughed up bile and scarlet.
Simu's foot was his whole world, more specifically, his hell, as the stink once again started to invade and punish his system, tears were flowing down his bloodied face. His humiliation utter and complete.
"Your breathing is off." A concerned tone sounded weird coming from Simu. But he didn't want the man to pass out and miss out on the lesson. He figures it was the elevation. He locks himself against the ground while tightening his grip with his toes. His calves and thigh muscles tighten when he goes to lift the man entirely off the floor. He swings the limp student around and goes for a throw. There is a shriek as Simu unleashes the majority of his strength to pull of such a feat. But now came the hard part. He doesn't get to practice this in real time often enough. He shuffles his feet along the floor as he prepares for a flying jump kick.
He awaits for the falling body to lower and angle before he springs into action. The sweat along his soles aid him in sliding across the floor as he then propels into a jump. One leg curls under him while the other extends forward. He's a rocket, soaring across the studio before his foot connects with the man's neck and pins him to a wall. Simu successfully lands his curled leg back onto the floor and lets out his best martial artist impression yell.
"Hahaha, I fucking did it. Damn, that was awesome. Did you see that?" He wished he had that recorded. But for obvious reason he can't have a camera in the studio. He kept his foot angled along the man's neck. Using his toes to adjust the chin to face him, "Hey, I Asked you a question, did you see that? Was that not pure awesome?"
Ears ringing, the victim couldn't even begin to make out the muffled noises that he assumed were Simu taunting him. Terror flooded his system as he realised how boundless his energy and sadism seemed to be. No sooner had he considered this, that he felt his teacher's toes tightening around his head. The victim quivered and cried as he felt his body being lifted up and away into the air, the sudden motion seemed to aggravate all his injuries and he would have screamed all the while where his vocal chords not smashed.
Speaking of smashed, it wasn't long in the air before the victim felt that familiar foot slamming into his throat. They hit the wall and in an explosion of crunches and agony, the man felt what seemed to be a gaping wound open on the back of his head against the wall...as though he was now part of the wall. his eyes bulged open, frozen in fear, his body stiffened as his neck, already near destroyed, was snapped almost clean in two.
A limp face, lined with his last, terrified expression was grasped seemingly obliviously by Simu's sweating, deadly toes.
Simu hadn't taken notice of the hole until it was too late. "What the hell, man!" He pulls the lifeless man from the hole with his foot. Sending him to the floor. He goes to inspect it, "Know how much this is going to cost to get filled?" Simu takes notice of much of the hollow space inside. He turns to the man and notices so much of him is in a bent angle. Not enough of him though.
Simu goes to flip the man on his front. His feet anchored on the back of his head while he goes to pull at the man's wrist. With the weight of his feet crushing his skull, his arms have no other choice but to submit to the wrenching until they pop out the socket. Simu leaps into the air and drops on the pelvis, one large leap is enough for a fracture but the remaining causes a departure of the structure leaving the legs impossible to operate. Simu is able to take the limp noodle limbed man and place him inside the wall. His head all that is left to peak out the hole.
Simu stroke his chin as he wonders how to deal with that. An idea comes into his mind as he takes a stance. In a whirlwind spin, his leg extends sending his foot to slam into the head. Already weakened from the multiple hits to the neck, the head flies from the stump and clear out the hole. Simu walks around to the other side, his sole slamming onto the man's face as he rolls it under his foot. "Shame I already have enough footballs." He tenses his leg to build up pressure, hearing the cracks spreading along the damaged head. It couldn't withstand the final stomp as his foot collapsed the skull in a meaty crunch.
"Urgh, I should hire a janitor."
Simu would also need to close...for remodeling.