Brandon got off the bus with the rest of the students. His counselor from his old, humans-only school had warned him that it would be a big change, and boy, was he right. He had all ready seen several students who were...not quite human, to say the least. He felt out of place with his all-human background, but took comfort in his martial arts. He was a black belt in Karate and Judo, which gave him more than enough tools to defend himself should he need it. Of course, Brandon was a nice guy and hated getting into fights.
He found his room and if he had a roommate, he/she was not there yet. He had heard the talk of the school being very free with sexuality, and that both excited him and made him nervous. Many of the girls on the bus had been absolute knock-outs, and he relished the chance to have sex with him. Of course, he had only had sex once at his house, and he wondered if his inexperience would make things awkward. He put aside those thoughts for now and put down his bag. From there, he assembled his workout area.
He hung up a heavy bag and put down some barbells. He also put down a small mat and a candle set for his post-workout meditation. He was not entirely into the Eastern spiritual philosophy, but he had found that meditation helped him focus and kept his mind as sharp as his body. When he was finished preparing, he took off his shirt to reveal a very muscular physique. His abs were perfect, and extending below his jean line was a fully formed ten-pack. His arms and legs rippled with chiseled muscle, and his sternum and lats gave him much more size than could be revealed under his clothes.
He slipped off his shoes, took a cleansing breath, and then connected solidly with a left roundhouse kick, nearly snapping the bag in half. He followed up with a spear thrust that nearly pierced the bag, and a right knee that left an imprint. If he would have hit somebody with that combination, they would probably be dead. From there, he worked the bag with a dizzying array of punches, then hit it with a spinning back kick. As the bag swung back-and-forth, Brandon bowed to it, simulating a human opponent. He then decided to wipe off his sweat with a white towel he had brought with him.
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