Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 08:10:00 -0600
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: Not my Cup of Tea 1

Authors Notes:

This story is roughly based on some bondage and torture prints I found on
the Internet. They apparently show prisoners, tied and beaten, most are
suspended.  The time frame looks like World War 2 Japan or one of the
Japanese Occupied Territories.

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons are also fiction and have no
bearing on anyone living or dead. It deals with male to male sex, BDSM,
torture, Degradation and Death. Anyone reading this story should know that
it is illegal in some States and Provinces to view this type of material.

NOT MY CUP OF TEA:

CHAPTER 1

I was born in Japan. My Mother was English and my Father Japanese. My
Father was a Japanese Diplomat at their Embassy in London. My Mother was a
widowed lady with a large Estate and inheritance. How they met and why they
married, I didn't really know. The year I was born was 1920. My Father,
with his new wife had moved back to Japan to take up a post in the Japanese
Foreign Office.

To say growing up in Japan was difficult was an understatement. I was hated
by the Japanese children because I was half white and hated by the white
children because I was half Japanese. I learned very early in life skills
to protect myself. It was also the reason I took most of my schooling from
both English and Japanese tutors. I was fluent in both Japanese and English
very early in my life.

My Father really became my mentor as well. My Mother hardly spoke to me. So
that led me to learn a lot about Japanese culture and the Japanese way of
life.  In 1920 Japan was a Military Dictatorship controlled by the God
Emperor. All lives in Japan were strictly governed. From the highest
General or Admiral down to the lowest man who hauled away the waste in the
morning. Everyone was in their own class. I found this
fascinating. Especially as everyone seemed to be happy in their particular
class or Station in life.

My Father being a very high official in the Foreign Office opened many
doors for me that was not available to my few Japanese and White friends. I
learned about Bushido and the Japanese Samurai. These almost god like
warriors controlled a lot of Japanese life. I stayed with them on many
occasions as my Father travelled through out Japan. I even trained with the
younger boys. It was an eye opener for me that these younger and older boys
and men enjoyed each others company in bed as well. I came to enjoy that
part of life too. It wasn't really a wonder, I hardly ever saw girls or
women in my travels and schooling.

By the time 1935 arrived War in the Far East was already happening. Japan
had reoccupied several Islands they considered part of the Japanese
Homeland. They had also occupied the Korean Peninsula and had moved into
China.

My Mother for all her faults was a very smart woman. She insisted that I
get my higher education in her home Country Great Britain. So in December
1937 we embarked for England. I was registered to enter Oxford in the
Spring Semester 1938.

To say I was welcome at Oxford would also be a lie. Few if any one had ever
dealt with a half English, half Japanese man. My physical presence, plus my
skills in Martial Arts, kept me mostly out of harms way. My good marks kept
the Professors happy. I did gain a few close friends, mainly because I
never ever backed down from a fight regardless of how many I was up against
and because I almost always won those fights. A couple of those friends
were also like me, a homosexual.

One thing I did not know when I was at Oxford was that every thing I did,
who I saw, who I had relationships with or even talked to was being
recorded. I was being watched constantly by the Military Intelligence of
the British Government. I found out much later, that they thought I might
just be a spy for the Japanese Government.

In 1939 Great Britain declared war on Germany. Soon after that Japan
followed with their attack on Hong Kong. Less than a month later I was
picked up MI5 and taken to a house in the country. I spent almost 3 months
being questioned about my ties with Japan, my Father, the Upper Classes of
Japan, even their Military, which I knew very little about. I was
questioned in both Japanese and English, sometimes at the same
time. Apparently they became satisfied. I was taken to London. In the
underground Shelter of the Home Office I was interviewed by the Director of
Military Intelligence.

"Simon Fukazawa, do you consider yourself a Japanese Citizen or a British
Subject?"

Now that was an interesting question. I knew I was a Japanese Citizen
because I was born in Japan to a Japanese Father, but my Mother had never
revoked her British Citizenship so I was also a British Subject.

"I suppose Sir I am both, but I also know that with Great Britain at war
with Japan, if I declare I am a Japanese Citizen I could very well be
locked up for the duration. I also know the Warrior Class in Japan and how
they wage war. Japanese soldiers learn from birth that giving their lives
for the Emperor is the most honorable thing they can do. Surrender is nor
even in the Japanese vocabulary. To them any one who surrenders is almost a
non entity. What they do and have done already is execute most Prisoners
they take. I'm surprised they didn't do that in Hong Kong."

"So saying I guess I am much more a British Subject than I ever will be a
Japanese Citizen Sir."

"A good answer Simon. The Name Fukazawa is not one that will open many
doors for you in Britain. Would you be willing to use your mother's maiden
name?"

"Yes Sir."

"Would you also be willing to work for MI5?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good." He tossed two folders across the table. I picked them up.

One was a brand new British Passport. The name inside was Simon
Smyth-Wilson, my Mothers maiden name and her address in Yorkshire. The
other was an MI5 Identification card with my picture and thumb print. It
also said I was attached to the Far East Command.  "The Yanks have a very
good language School in San Francisco. You are being sent there to learn
Korean and Mandarin Chinese. They will also test you on your Japanese. We
have taken the liberty of packing for you. There is a ship the SS Montcalm,
loading at Southampton. You're booked on it. This package has everything
you will need for your trip and accommodations when you get there.  Have a
nice trip Simon."

The trip to San Francisco and the City itself were a real eye opener for
me. Having grown up in a very structured society and dropped into a very
open and interesting place, I was more than just astounded. Even the school
was impressive. The Presidio was where it was and it was now controlled by
the Intelligence Service of the United States Military. Our dorms were old
but comfortable, the classrooms were modern by British Standards. My room I
shared with an America Petty Officer. I was to get to know him a lot more
than I ever dreamed.

Surprising to me, there was only about 30 students here at any one time. I
came to realize, there were almost as many instructors. At our first class,
we were told that at no time could we speak English. We were to speak in
either the language we were learning or the most proficient language we
knew other than English. For most students this was going to be
difficult. For me it was very easy. I was given a schedule of my classes
and free time.

My schedule was simple. I took Korean from eight AM till eleven AM and
Mandarin Chinese from one till four in the afternoon. The rest of the day
was mine to do as I wished. We only took instruction from Monday to Friday
with weekends again free.

Authors Note: I don't speak any language other than English. So I will talk
English with a note saying what language I am using.

My first class was interesting. Korean is very close to Japanese, close but
with different idioms. Our instructor, a grey haired Lt. Commander from the
US navy, rattled off a greeting to us. The only word I picked up was sit
down. I sat.

None of the other students moved.

"Simon, why are you sitting down?"

I stood up and bowed in the Japanese fashion denoting I am speaking to my
superior.

"Master, I recognized the words sit down. They were very much the same as
Japanese. I am sorry Master I did not understand the rest of what you
said." I spoke in Japanese.

In Japanese, he said. "Sit down Simon. Your Japanese is very good. Very
good indeed, maybe even better than I speak it."

"Thank you Master." I sat back down.

He spoke to the rest in three other languages before everyone was seated.

In English he said.

"I spoke to you all first in Korean. Then I spoke in Mandarin Chinese,
German and Hindi. This class is Korean. Simon has a leg up on you. He
speaks perfect Japanese, a sister language to Korean. In fact he speaks it
so well he should be an instructor."

"Simon I see you paired with George. He is your roommate. George you're
here to learn Korean and Japanese. You speak excellent Mandarin Chinese. I
suggest you both tutor each other."

In Japanese. "Master I would very much like to learn from Master George."

"I'm sorry Sir, I did not understand what he said." He said in Mandarin.

"Simon has learned Japanese so well that he ads automatically all the
required salutations. He said he would be honored to learn all you know."

The rest of the morning was an eye opener again. How was I to learn two
more Asiatic languages was beyond me. To really learn a language you needed
to be able to think in that language. Thinking in Korean and then Mandarin
was very difficult with two languages that had nothing in common. I was a
ball of nerves when I finally got back to the dorm.

When I got back to the dorm, I heard George in the shower. These dorm rooms
may be old but no bathtubs here. I fell in love with the shower after the
first one I took.

George walked out wearing a towel. He just dropped it on his bunk. I saw
the most beautiful cock I had seen in a long time. Wearing only boxers I
could not even hide my instant hard on. George looked at me and smiled.

"Grab a shower and we'll go for a swim Simon."

"Where, in the Ocean?"

George laughed. "No we have a pool here at the school."

After a quick hot shower I came out and put on swimming trunks. In Japan we
had always swam nude. Trunks were something new to me. We walked out of our
room down a flight of stairs and then down a long hallway. I could smell
the water long before we came to the pool. This was definitely new to
me. Inside a huge room was a pool of water. Surrounded by concrete, it was
about 100 ft long and 40ft wide. About ten people were in the pool.

George dropped his towel on a bench, walked to the end and dived in. I
watched him swim effortlessly to the end turn and swim back. He stopped.

"Come on Simon, the waters great."

I dropped my towel and walked to the end of the pool. I dove in along side
George. We swam. I matched him stroke for stroke, even as he slowly speeded
up. Soon we were almost racing from one end of the pool to the other. He
finally stopped.

"Jesus Simon, you're a hell of a swimmer. Where did you learn to swim like
that?"

"In Japan as I was growing up. The first time my Father tossed me off a
boat about a hundred yards from shore. I had never in my life been in water
before. It was sink or swim. I was six then. I made it to shore."

"Jesus Simon, your father just tossed you off to sink or swim. What kind of
Dad does that?"

"A Father who in the very upper levels of the Samurai Warrior class. My
Father was part of the ruling class in Japan. To serve the Emperor is what
everyone is taught from birth. If I had drowned I would not have been
worthy in their eyes to serve the Emperor."

"How long did you spend in Japan?"

"The first seventeen years of my life."

"How the fuck did you ever get picked to come here?"

"My Mother is English, with a big house and lots of money. She brought me
to England for my University courses. MI5 sent me here."

"George, there are words in English that are not even in the Japanese
language. Surrender is one of them. No Japanese soldier will ever
surrender. They will fight and die for their Emperor. Like wise anyone who
surrenders to them won't exist in their minds. I have been told they took
several thousand prisoners in Hong Kong. I doubt any of those thousands
will live."

"You mean they will just kill them?"

"No, some will be killed outright, others will be tortured, others will die
in mines or the fields. To the Japanese they don't exist."

George obviously saw the anguish in my eyes. He moved closer to me.

"Sometimes I wish I could sink and drown George."

"Not on my watch Simon." He moved close and put his arms around me.

I felt his very hard cock pushing into my stomach and knew my hard cock was
pushing into his. I think I fell in love right then. I pushed back from
him.

"I think we should go back to our dorm before I do something very foolish."
He laughed and said. For sure buddy,"

It took us both a long time to come down. We exited the pool, grabbed out
rowels and almost ran back to our dorm room. We almost tore out swimsuits
off almost before the door was closed and locked. The lip lock we went into
was better than any I had ever experienced before. Very quickly we were on
his bed sucking each others cock. George had a cock I could die for. About
eight solid inches of thick uncut meat. Mine I knew was close at seven and
a half. When he came it was the best I had ever tasted. When we were done I
rolled onto my Stomach.

"Fuck me George." I said.

George rolled me onto my back.

"I want to see those beautiful brown eyes all the time." He lifted my legs
to his shoulders and entered me.

The pain of his entry brought back memories of my childhood in Japan. When
I was ten, my Father enrolled me in an all boys school for the Elite of
Japanese Society. At ten I was still considered a child. When I reached my
eleventh birthday that all changed. I was paired with a thirteen year old
boy. He became my teacher and mentor. At eleven you begin to learn all the
things required of a true Samurai Warrior. One is sword play. At eleven to
seventeen, you never handle a real sword, you use sticks.

For me using a stick as a sword was the hardest part. Getting hit
constantly from the teacher on the legs, arms and back almost everyday left
me in great deal of pain. One day when I was really bad at it my Mentor
Kinshi, took me a hot pool to soak. The pool felt good on my sore
body. After soaking he told me lay across a rock next to the pool.

Then he raped me. It was the first time I had ever had a penis in my ass. I
knew if I cried out, my pain would only get worse. After the first time he
did almost daily. Nor was he the only one. Some of the boys were much older
and much bigger. I found very early on I enjoyed a cock inside me. I also
enjoyed one in my mouth.

Now George was entering me. It had been months since the last time, but I
determined not to scream in pain at his entry. From then on we screwed each
other on many occasions. Being so close we also excelled in our language
classes. That closeness also brought scrutiny from other places too.

Although we were not caught in the actual act, there was enough suspicion
to call us both in front of the school Commandant.

IT was decided that on the suspicion alone we were to be separated.

I started talking rapidly in Japanese to him. The Colonel did not know
Japanese and could only turn to my Instructor to ask what I had said.

"Colonel by your own words you have dishonored him and his friend. He has
no choice but to challenge you. He also called you several things that have
no translation in English." He said with a smile.

"This pipsqueak wants to challenge me?"

"Colonel be very careful of your next words. Such a challenge in Japan
would be to the death, however he has said he will not kill you."

"Kill me? I'll wring his scrawny neck." He laughed.

I spoke again. "He says you may pick the time and place. Also if he loses
you may punish him in way you wish. If he wins he may choose who he learns
from and who he bonds with."

"Done. The Gym in two hours."

I bowed to the Colonel and left.

As soon as we both out of the office George turned to me.

"Are you sure about this? The Colonel used to be the Army Champion Boxer."

"Relax George. Come you must help me get ready."

We went back to our room. I stripped.

I went to my drawers and pulled out a long white cloth. I also pulled out a
tightly woven basket. I asked George to wrap it around my waist once and
tie it at the back leaving one end very long. The long end was passed down
the crack of my ass and between my legs. After tucking it once under the
belt at the front, I positioned the basket to protect my cock and
balls. Then we repeated the process twice more, making sure the basket was
held tightly in place. The rest of the belt was wrapped around my waist.

"That's it? That's all your going to wear?"

"In Japan some of the fights were in the nude with no protection. Most
times we were allowed to wear protection. Adults fought with swords and
usually to the death. No amount of protection can spare you from one of
those swords."

I slipped on a colorful kimono and sandals.

With almost an hour to wait I sat down.

"Come George, get those pants down. I want to taste that wonderful juice
again."

Shaking his head he dropped his pants and shorts. I grabbed that wonderful
cock and jacked until it was hard. Then I took it into my mouth. I was
going to enjoy this for as long as possible. Who knew what the Gods had in
store for me. I might even lose to the Colonel. If that happened I may
never see George again. I worked his cock like a master, bring him up and
letting him down. For almost thirty minutes I kept his load at bay. Finally
he could stand it no longer and held my head as he blew a huge load into my
mouth and throat. He almost fainted when he was done.

"Thank you Love. That was best load ever."

After a very passionate kiss, we walked over to the Gym. From the crowd, I
figured the entire school was present. An old Petty Officer agreed to be
the Referee. The Colonel had a pair of fairly tight shorts on and high
laced soft boots. He burst out laughing when I removed my Kimono.  "Well
gives me lots of places to hit."

"Rules Gentlemen?" The Petty Officer asked.

"There is no need of rules among honorable opponents." I said.

"Good, no rules. Just the way I like it. You're going down boy hard."

The fight lasted less than ten minutes.

As I bowed to him, he took the opportunity to kick at my head. It didn't
land and he found himself flat on his back, when I kicked his other leg out
from under him. While he was down I tapped his chest and then moved away.

I dropped him to the mat almost continuously without him once touching
me. He was getting madder and madder. His problem was he telegraphed his
moves before he made them. I was always able to sidestep into him and
sometime just a push on his chest put him on the mat.

I finally saw the move I had been hoping for. His boot connected with my
crotch so hard I was almost lifted off the mat. Although it hurt, it did
not do as the Colonel had hoped. I just stood still. He was so astounded
that he dropped his guard and I kicked him in the balls as hard as he had
kicked me. It did have the desired effect he dropped to the mat with his
hands on his balls and puking on the mat. I moved in close, rolled him to
his back and cocked my closed fingers. He had a look of absolute terror in
his eyes, knowing I could at that point kill him. I just tapped him on his
chest and moved back to my corner. There absolute silence in the Gym.

"Well I reckon that fights over." The Petty Officer smiled. He also looked
at me with new respect.

I slipped on my kimono and we left the Gym. I received quite a few pats on
the back and at least one on the butt. I didn't know where it came from.

For the final year and a bit we were at the school, we were never
bothered. I wasn't surprised when we were both transferred to the US Navy
Radio School in Pearl Harbor in August 1941.  I wished the three month
course had been longer. The sunny skies, warm temperatures, fantastic
beaches and warm water was the best of all worlds. I got quite brown, with
hardly any tan lines too. George and I grew closer in those three months.

The US was not yet at war with Japan, so I figured this might be the last
time I saw George. I made the most of our time together. I was very
surprised and also very happy when at the end of our Radio Course we were
ordered to report to the Army Special Warfare Training Center in Darwin, NT
Australia. We left Pearl Harbor very late on December 6th 1941.

On our long flight aboard a Martin Flying Boat, we informed the Japanese
had attacked Pearl Harbor and the US was now at war with Japan. Our
reception in Australia was a lot different than anywhere else we had
been. We were taken to a large Military Reserve and trained in everything
we needed to know about clandestine warfare. Weapons, Explosives, hand to
hand combat, infiltration techniques, first aid, and parachute training.

Three strenuous months of working, eating and exercising in thick
jungle. We were taught what was edible in the jungle, what was not. About
the snakes and how to administer snake bite anti-venom. How to build hides
and how build booby traps. Our final exercise was to infiltrate a jungle
camp. Plant explosives at key points and shoot three men in the HQ with
silenced pistols and escape.

So far none of the students had escaped capture. We had five days to
complete the assignment.

It took George and I almost a day and a half to get close to the jungle
camp. I looked at the camp in the dark, but could see none of our
targets. I did see a large tree with plenty of foliage. It was the edge of
the camp. I asked George how his tree climbing skills were. I knew mine
were great. In my younger years, sometimes it was the only way to escape
the tormenting by the older boys. Japanese boys were lousy tree
climbers. George said he loved to climb trees when he was young. We crept
down to the tree. Climbing it with the heavy packs was something else
entirely. Once up, we got into the most comfortable position we could. We
had a very long wait until the sun went back down and the camp was asleep.

We had to empty one of our canteens so we could pee in it. We drank the
water of course. Up in the tree we had a birds eye view of the entire
camp. It was easy to spot the HQ, where we were to shoot the three
dummies. WE also spotted the supply tent, the ammo bunker and the fuel
tanks we were supposed to blow up. We didn't carry real explosives just
smoke bombs with detonators. Staying awake became the hardest part.

Very late we came out of the tree. Bad luck for one sentry, he got a shot
on the back of the neck that put him out cold. He would wake up in several
hours with a real sore neck. If this had been real he would have never woke
up.

Planting out explosives was easy. We had to take out two more sentries near
the headquarters. George used his fist, I used the edge of my palm. Inside
we shot all three dummies and George out of spite put two rounds into the
radio. I figured we would be in deep shit later. We then exited the camp
and climbed back to our starting point. We waited for dawn.

We waited until the shot up dummies were found before exploding our dummy
explosives. WE then fired off the red flare we had been given to denote we
believed we had completed out mission.

There were some very unhappy Australian Soldiers when we entered the camp.

Before they could do anything a jeep roared up and we were told to get
in. We spent three hours debriefing. We told the colonel everything we had
done. His only question was why we waited to detonate the explosives.

"Colonel we wanted as many men in the compound as possible when the Ammo
went up. It would have caused more casualties."

"You two make a very good team. So good in fact that I am going to pair you
two together. With that exercise you are finished here. These are your
orders. Transportation will be supplied in a timely fashion. Until then you
are both on leave. Good luck to both of you. You are going need all you can
get."

We spent three wonderful weeks in Darwin. Fucking and sucking was our
favorite pastime. But the many bars, restaurants almost made us think no
war was really on. Almost three weeks to the day we boarded another flying
boat to take us to Pearl. From Pearl it was converted B24 to San Francisco
and a DC3 north. We landed at night on a cold wind swept runway. The abrupt
change from the tropics chilled us both to the bone. I had no idea where we
were. We loaded out meager tropical gear in the back of a 6x6. Then a long
ride in the dark and cold. I knew immediately we were near the sea. I could
smell it as soon as we climbed down from the truck. Inside the Quonset hut
was at least warm.

An officer met us when we entered.

"Welcome to Esquimalt Gentlemen. You must be cold and hungry. We can fix
both problems."

He led us into another room. Shortly we had Steak and Eggs, with potatoes
and toast. Plus plenty of hot coffee. After finishing we went into another
room.

"Sorry to rush you along but the boat is due to sail at midnight. We have
all your gear you will need. I hope we got the sizes right. We only knew
you were coming yesterday."

Our gear was all cold weather equipment. Underwear, heavy woolen pants,
shirts and a thick white parka. We were issued silenced pistols and a
radio. Plus rations, water canteens and whole host of other
equipment. After dressing he took us with our equipment to another room.

On a table was a big map of South East Asia, with an even larger map of the
Korean Peninsula. I got a real sick feeling in my stomach.

"Gentlemen the mission we have for you is pretty simple in concept. We drop
you off, you find out what we need to know and go to your pick up point and
we bring you home."

"Now here is where you are going." He pointed to a small town in the
interior of the Korea.

This definitely was not my cup of tea.

TBC
Comments welcome.