Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2003 08:15:35 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: Young Dragon (M/T, oral, anal, bond)

Young Dragon 01
By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

Author's Notes: This story is fiction.  All characters and situations
depicted are not real.  This story is based on a nightmare I had as a gay
kid growing up in the late '70's and early '80's.  There will be some
scenes of torture and rape.  There was absolutely no support anywhere for
us then, no Internet and it's chat rooms.  I suffered in silence.  If any
readers out there ever have a chance to help a gay kid, please do it.  You
could be saving a life.


Young Dragon 01


	It's a beautiful day, and I stretch out on the blanket on the beach
in Nagoya, Japan, where I now live.  I listen to the seagulls cry as they
fly overhead, watch the kids run and play in the surf, and listen to a song
on a nearby radio.  I am on break from school so I have come to the beach
today to enjoy the sunny weather.  I lean back in my chair and think of
what had happened to me in two year's time.  My name is David Kasaba, and I
am fourteen years old now.  I stand five foot tall, have short brown hair
and blue eyes.  There are two prominent things about me and one is a scar
that runs along the left side of my jaw, starting at the bottom of my left
ear and ending close to the center of my chin.  The other is the large
Japanese Dragon tattoo that covers the right side of my torso and back.  It
is something I never wanted but I had no choice in the matter.  What is
done is done and there is nothing I can do about it.  I have grown used to
it since it is now a part of me.  I look in the mirror and I no longer
recognize the boy I once was.  I have changed that much.  That scares me.

	It all started back in California, in the United States.  I was
barely eleven and my body was starting to change along with other things.
I wasn't much to look at then.  I was four foot six, looked geeky, wore a
hearing aid due to a hearing disability and was very withdrawn.  My adopted
family loved me up to the point where I got outed.  I was experiencing
strange feelings whenever I saw cute boys.  I began to fantasize what it
would be like to be with a boy who liked me.  Back then I didn't have any
friends.  Nobody wanted to hang around the "freak" because they thought I
was crazy because they would say something to me and I'd respond with
something different.  I was afraid to tell people of my hearing disability.
It got to the point where I lived in a fantasy world twenty-four hours a
day.  My parents took me to a therapist who helped me deal with that.  How
she knew I was gay was beyond me.  She suggested to my Mom that I go to a
psychiatrist to help me deal with being gay.  In the car on the way home my
Mom really unloaded on me and that was the start of the bad times.  She
told everyone in my family and I knew right then I was in for hard times.

	My grandparents naturally were very upset.  Both of them suggested
that I be taken to a psychiatrist to be "straightened out".  My sisters
didn't trust me around their boyfriends.  My Mom told the teachers at
school and before long I was really an outcast at school.  The kids threw
food and other stuff at me constantly and harassed me to no end.  Even the
teachers gave me a hard time, making comments and constantly watched me.
If I had to use the bathroom, a male teacher went in to make sure there
weren't any boys in there.  Then I could go in.  I had a younger brother
and my parents didn't trust me around him.  I couldn't be alone anywhere
with him.  They moved me out of the room I had shared with him and stuck me
in a smaller room that was an add-on to the house.  If my Mom had to go
away for some reason when my brother and I came home from school, he got to
go into the house and I was to stay outside in the back yard until she got
home.  My brother took advantage of the situation.  He'd bribe me into
doing things and then when I did what he wanted, he'd back out of his end
of the bargain.  His favorite bribe was to tell me he'd let me see him
naked or let me touch his cock.  Naturally he'd come up with a good excuse
every time after I did what he wanted.  He really drove me nuts.  If he got
into trouble, he'd tell Dad I "forced him to do something sexual" and Dad
would flip out.  He'd beat me real bad, as my brother would look at me with
a smirk on his face.  I'd swear revenge.  It got to the point where I
couldn't get any privacy.  I couldn't lock the bathroom door when I took a
shower.  If I took too long, Mom would barge in on me and accuse me of
masturbating.  Dad caught me masturbating once and he beat me for it.  I
had to look for other places to do it in.

	They found a psychiatrist and took me to him.  Dr. James Grayson
looked like a nice guy and he acted it.  At first he seemed to genuinely
care, so I opened up and told him every thing that was going on inside of
me.  I told him of my fantasies, my deep desires, and how I enjoyed
thinking about naked boys while I masturbated.  Naturally he told my
parents every thing that was said.  Then he slowly began to play games with
my head, telling me one thing and then switching around by telling me
something else.  It was getting to the point where I felt like people were
plotting to do me in.  I felt like I was starting to lose my mind.  I
didn't know what to do.

	Then one day during lunch at school, I saw Grayson and four men
walk onto the school grounds and start looking for me.  I kept my head down
and slowly eased my way to the edge of the lunch area.  I was suddenly
afraid of what they were going to do.  I turned to the fence line that was
at the edge of the school property.  All I had to do was sprint across the
big lawn and get over the fence and I'd be home free.  I moved away from
the group of kids and casually headed for the field, bouncing a ball I had
found at that moment.  I got down to the edge of the blacktop when Grayson
yelled at me.

	That was it for me.

	I took off running across the field with the four men in pursuit.
I almost made it to the fence before they tackled me.  The last memory
before something stung my neck was the smell of the grass in my nose.
There are times when I wake up from a nightmare and I still smell the
grass.





	I woke up in a room and discovered myself strapped down to a bed.
I lifted my head and looked around the room.  All I could see was four
white walls and a door.  I was really scared.  I didn't know what was going
to happen to me next.  I couldn't see any clocks so I had no idea what time
it was.  I had no idea how long I lay there until the door opened and
Grayson walked in followed by a very scary looking man.  I shivered.

	"You're awake.  Very good," Grayson said, sitting in a chair next
to my bed at the man raised the head of the bed to a sitting position.
"Your parents have sent you here to have me cure you of being gay."

	"No!" I screamed, really scared.

He smiled at me as he laughed.  "Oh yes, David.  They gave you to me.  They
paid me to take you away from them and to cure you."

I started struggling as he laughed once more.  "There is no escape."

I lost it and began screaming at him.  He sat there and glared at me.

	"Bob, the boy is being obstinate.  Please punish him," Grayson
said.

	The tall man approached my bed and hit me four times across the
face very hard.

	I cried as he stepped back.  Grayson stood up and both of them left
the room, closing the door behind them.  I cried myself out and lay there.
At some point I got tired and tried to sleep, but the bright light in the
room kept me from sleeping.

	I suddenly realized I had to pee and started yelling for someone to
come and let me use the bathroom.  I tried to hold it for as long as I
could but eventually gave up.  I hadn't wet the bed since I was six.  I
could feel my pants get wet as I let go.  I felt so ashamed.  They walked
back in sometime later and they approached the bed.  Grayson shook his
head.

	"Bob, the boy has wet the bed.  He needs to be punished," Grayson
said.

	Bob Molson slapped my face twice, stunning me long enough for him
to get me out of the restraints, rip my clothes off me, and put strips of
leather around my wrists and ankles.  I learned later they were called
leather cuffs.  Bob pushed my face into the wet spot and started beating my
bare butt.  I cried as I struggled to get free.  He stopped after a moment
and lifted me over his shoulder.  They walked towards the back of the room
and opened another door.  He carried me down a hall and to an elevator.  He
dropped me on the floor and pushed a button.  We went down for a bit and
then stopped.  Bob lifted me once more and carried me into a room that had
thick padding on the walls.  He put me into a tiny cell in the corner and
locked me into it.  Once he left, I looked around the room.  What I could
see of it suggested it was a large room.  The rest of it was dark and I
couldn't see what was in it.  I curled up on the blankets and tried to
sleep.

	I woke up when I heard the door open and then close.  I sat up and
saw Molson smile at me nastily.  I shivered and wondered what was going to
happen to me next.

	"Time for your first treatment," Bob said.

	He went to the wall and turned on the lights in the room.  He gave
me a chance to study the room.  It looked like pictures of a dungeon in a
castle I had seen in history books.  There were tables with leather straps
on them, chairs with leather straps on them, hooks set into the ceiling and
walls, and what looked like a collection of whips lined up against the
wall.

	"Don't worry," he whispered to me as he unlocked my cell, "You'll
get to feel them sooner or later."

	He grabbed me before I had the chance to react and punched me in
the gut.  I cried out and doubled over.  He grabbed me again and tossed me
on a table flat on my back.  He was on top of me and had my right hand
secured to the table before I could recover and start to fight back.  He
punched me once again, this time in the face and I fell back.  He ran
around the table and grabbed my left hand and secured it to the table.
Then he grabbed my feet and secured them to the table.  I struggled to
break free.

	"I see you have him ready for his first treatment," Grayson's voice
came from the door as he entered the room.

I watched Bob pick up alligator clips and walk over to me.  I wondered why
there were wires connected to them.  He grinned and he twisted and pulled
on my left nipple.  That hurt and I cried out in pain.  Then he put the
clip on my left nipple.  The pain was excruciating.  He put the next one on
my right nipple and rubbed the bulge in his pants as I screamed and writhed
on the table.  He picked a chunk of rubber and pushed it into my mouth and
tied it behind my head.  He stood next to a little table and pulled his
cock out of his pants.  My eyes got wide at the sight of it.

	"This?" Bob said, stroking it.  "You'll like having this in your
ass."

	I shook my head no as he flicked a switch on a little black box and
a buzzing sound came from it.  He grinned as he started stroking his cock.
He pressed a red button on the box.

	I can't accurately describe what the pain felt like.  All I know is
that something grabbed me and started shaking my body violently.  The pain
was incredible and I came so close to passing out.  He would stop it for a
moment, let me rest a moment, and then start it once more.  He kept it up
until I did pass out.  When I came to, I found myself strapped face down on
a barrel, my ass in the air.

	"I want to introduce my snake to you," Bob whispered into my ear.

	I suddenly realized what he meant by that.  He was going to put his
cock in my ass.

	"NO!  Please don't!" I begged.

He laughed and stood behind me.  I could feel something at my asshole.
Before I realized it, Bob suddenly shoved his cock into me.  The pain was
sharp and brutal.  I screamed as Bob shoved more of his cock deep into me.
Once he stopped pushing his cock into me I managed to get some air into me
and cried.  I wanted him out of me and I wanted out of the place.  Bob
laughed at my pain and agony.  He started fucking me hard and brutal.  The
pain was so intense I passed out a moment later.  He raped me twice more
before he left.

	"Lots more to come," he promised as he left.

I cried after the door closed and I was left alone.  That was the first
time I asked myself the question why?  It's a question that will haunt me
for the rest of my life.

	True to his word, Bob continued to rape and torture me over a six
month period.  There were times I was so out of it I didn't have the
strength to resist.  It all became a blur and I had trouble distinguishing
the difference between reality and the dream world.  It got to the point
that I eventually lost my mind.  I blacked out completely.  I really don't
remember too much of what happened to me.  I can recall a few things, but
not everything.  Sometimes I see things in flashbacks or nightmares.  Scary
stuff.





	I regained my mind sometime later.  I found myself lying on the
floor of an empty cold room.  I slowly sat up, my body screaming in pain.
I wondered where I was.  I managed to get up on my hands and knees and
crawl into a corner.  I managed to sit up and closed my eyes to try and
stop my head from hurting.  I heard the door open and I open my eyes to see
a man in a white three-piece suit walk in.  He stands there and looks down
at me.  I look up at him.

	"Where am I?" I asked.

The man smiled.  "You are at a special place for men to come and be
entertained by boys like you.  They pay me much money to have sex with
you."

	I closed my eyes and sighed.  This wasn't happening.

	"Please let me go.  I won't tell anyone about you," I croaked.

	He laughed.  "Now why would I want to do that?  I paid your friends
quite a bit of money for you.  I want to get it back and more.  Now these
men will take you to the doctor now that you have finally woken up and he
will check you out and make sure you are okay."

	Two huge Mexican men strode forward and lifted me off the floor and
carried me to another room.  This one had windows and it was bright and
sunny.  The doctor came in a moment later as I lay on the table.  I was so
weak I couldn't fight back.  He examined me from head to toe then locked me
into a steel crib.  The doctor put a tube in my arm and taped it there.  I
was warned to leave it alone.  I wanted to sleep in this nice soft bed and
I closed my eyes.  I learned later that he put an IV into my arm to give my
body the things it needed to heal.  I slept in the locked steel crib for a
week.  They came around to check my IV, check and change my diaper, and
check on my overall condition.

	At the end of the week I was escorted into a room with bright
lights and a bed in the center of the room.  There were people in there and
I wondered what they were going to do to me.  I saw a camera on a tripod
and realized they were going to take pictures of me.  I looked around and
saw there was no way to escape.  I followed their directions as they took
all kinds of pictures of me.  After that I was led to a large room and
locked into a small cell.  I wasn't there very long.  I was forced to
"entertain" at least four men before the white suit came to me.

	"A man has bought you to be his catamite.  We are to send you to
him.  He lives in Japan," he said.

	I didn't say anything.  He shook his head and said something to a
man in Spanish.  I was served my usual meal that night.  I got really
drowsy after eating.  As I lay on the bed in my cell, I could see men
opening my cell and lifting me up.  I passed out after that.

	The next time I woke up I found myself in a strange room.  It
seemed to be shifting sideways.  I struggled to sit up and leaned against
the wall.  I discovered a collar on my neck and a chain attached to it
going to the wall.  The door opened and a man walked in.  He looked at me
for a moment and then walked out.  I lay back down on a pile of blankets
and went back to sleep.  When I woke up again, I was feeling better.  There
was a man sitting at the table and he placed a bowl on the floor.  There
was food in it so I ate it slow, not wanting to upset my stomach.  He
nodded and left the room.  I got to my feet and discovered I could go into
the little bathroom and move around the room a bit, but couldn't reach the
door.  I realized I was on a ship after I had looked around.  That was how
I got here to Japan.  I sat on the blankets and leaned against the wall.

I wondered what was going to happen next.

Another man walked in and came over.  He clipped a long leash to my collar
and took the chain off it.  He pulled on it and I got up and followed him
out.  He led me around the deck once for exercise and then locked me back
into the cabin I was in.  That became the routine for the next two weeks.
Nobody said anything to me.  Just came in long enough to feed me three
times a day and to walk me around the ship once a day.  I tried to convince
them to let me go but it was no use.

One morning two of them walked into the cabin with a chunk of meat on a
plate.  He handed it to me and then the other showed me a syringe.  I
realized the meat was laced with a sleeping agent.  I had a choice.  Get
the shot or eat the meat.  I ate the meat and then lay down on the
blankets.  It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

	When I woke up again, I found myself in a room.  The collar was
still on my neck, but the chain was gone.  I slowly got to my feet and
started moving around a bit.  I looked into what turned out to be the
bathroom.  It had the requisite toilet, bathtub, and sink, but the rest of
the room was a bit strange.  There was a bench in one corner with a wood
bucket and a scoop inside it.  I turned back into the room and lay on the
bed in one corner.  There wasn't anything else.  The door opened and a
Japanese man entered.  He looked at me as I stood up.

	"You are perfect for what I have in mind.  Obey me in all things
and we shall get along just fine.  Disobey me and you shall be punished,"
he said.

	"Yes sir," I said.

He smiled.  "Very good."

I found out what he had in mind.  He showed me a room with a table in the
center and strange things off to the side.

	"This is where I shall tattoo you," he said.  "You are to be the
canvas for my newest work."

That scared me.  He backed me into a corner and all I could do was stare at
him.  Something in his eyes was hypnotic and before I knew it he was
shaking me awake.  I got up off the table and looked at myself in the
mirror he had in there.  I saw thick black lines on my body.  He had
started the tattoo.  I broke down and cried.  He stood over me and laughed.
He led me back to my room and locked me in it.  Before he walked out he
looked down at me.

	"The daily routine will go like this.  Up at seven, breakfast at
seven thirty, two hours on the table, two hours learning how to read,
write, and speak Japanese, two hours of exercise, another two hours on the
table, dinner, and then to my bed to pleasure me with your body.  You will
do what you are told.  I own you now," he snapped, and then left the room.

True to his word, that became the routine for the six months it took for
him to complete the dragon tattoo.  By that time I could read, write, and
speak Japanese very well.  The workouts in the gym paid off, my body
responding to the hard work.  He approved of my performance in his bed,
teaching me how to be better each time we had sex.  There were times he'd
go away so he left me plenty of food and he also left an acoustic guitar
with me.  That was the only kindness he ever showed me.  I learned to play
it and got lots of time to play it because he was gone quite often.  He
also left a stack of tapes for me to listen to.  They covered the full
range of music.  Rock and roll and blues quickly became my favorite to
play.  I got quite good at the guitar.

	One night I was woken by a loud sound out in the hall.  I could
hear the man yelling in the hall and other voices.  The man sounded scared,
while the other voices sounded mean and scary.  The door to my room opened
up and a man walked in.  That was the first time I met Otani.  He looked at
me and motioned for me to follow him.  I walked out of the room and down to
the living room of the house I was in.  The man who had bought me was on
his knees and bleeding.

	"This man has displeased us.  He owes us lots of money for gambling
one too many times.  We the Yakuza shall take you and use you until the
debt is paid in full," Otani said as he stood over the man.

I sighed.  "I'm to be sold again?"

Otani looked up.  He had to be in his early twenties, dressed in a grey
suit and at least six foot.  Something about him made me feel a glimmer of
hope.

	"No," he said softly.  "We will take you to a bathhouse we own and
you will be put to work serving men's needs."

I knew what he meant by that.  I nodded understanding as I sighed once
more.

	"I need to go and pack a few things," I said.  "Can I ask for mercy
on his behalf?"

Otani shook his head.  "This man is out of my hands.  His fate is decided.
Go and pack quickly.  We shall leave in a few minutes."

I went upstairs and packed the guitar and a few things as a man watched me.
He took the stuff from me as another man cuffed my hands behind me.  They
escorted me to a car.

	"I give my word I will not try and run away," I said.

Otani considered my request and nodded.  The cuffs were taken off me and I
got into the car.  We left the house as the one man drove off.  Otani sat
in the back with me.  Nothing was said the entire trip.  We arrived at the
place by late evening and I was given a room and I stayed in there for the
rest of the night.  I remember looking at Otani as he left.  He avoided my
gaze and walked straight out the door.  I was twelve now, having turned
twelve the week before getting here.  It would be at least another year
before I got out of here.  In that time I would learn more things in
addition to what I would be doing.





	My first day there I worked around the place taking care of things.
The Master assured me that I wouldn't be stuck doing the clean up work and
working in the laundry all the time.

	"Every boy gets to do the clean up duties and work the laundry
sooner or later even though we have boys for that.  It is so you know where
everything is and can fill in when needed in addition to your duties," he
said.

I spent a week in the baths washing the men's bodies clean as they lounged,
drinking their sake and talking.  Every now and then they would pat me on
the ass and tell me how cute I was and how it was a shame I wasn't
available yet.  A boy who spent a week at the front desk told me that he
overheard men bidding on getting to be the first to bed me.

	"Your tattoo makes you appear very erotic to them," he whispered to
me a week later in the dorms.  "As a matter of fact, I find it very erotic
on you."

I smiled for the first time in ages.  "Thanks, I think."

The boy laughed.  "You're welcome."

I had seen all of the bathhouse boys by now.  I was the only foreigner
there.  The rest of them were Japanese boys picked up from the streets or
from orphanages.  I got along with them all once they realized I was an
okay guy after taking the punishment for one boy who I knew would really
get beaten hard for having stolen food one too many times from the
kitchens.  The bathhouse master found out about it a week later and called
me into his office to talk to me.

	"You took the punishment knowing full well it wasn't your fault,"
he said.

	"Yes Master," I replied.

He leaned across his desk.  "You have Honor.  I am impressed."

It took a week for the marks from the beating to fade out.  The boy was
eventually moved out of the bathhouse.  The next week the Master sent for
me.

 	"Now that you are healed, it is now time for you to pillow with the
men who ask for you.  One such man had outbid other for the chance to
pillow with you for the first time.  Do your best to please him," he told
me.

I was escorted to the room to be used and left inside.  I sat down on the
mats and thought about what was to happen.  I hoped he would be gentle with
me.  I worried for nothing.  Not only was he gentle with me, he gave me
some pleasure to enjoy.  His touches set me on fire with passion.  I felt
something take control of me and I welcomed it.  I enjoyed his touches and
kisses all over my body.  His mouth on my cock made me cum lots and hard.
When he entered me I got very vocal, moaning and groaning, urging him
onward, telling him how I loved feeling his strength inside of me.  He
rolled me onto my back and put my legs on his shoulders and entered me
again.  I urged him on even more until he came deep inside of me.  He then
reached for my cock and stroked me to my orgasm.  He held me close as I
cried on his shoulder.  He spooned me into him and he slept with me that
night.

He became one of my regular men, asking for me each time he came.  I did
what I could to make his visit a pleasant one.  When I wasn't taking care
of men's needs I was working out, learning the Martial Arts, going to the
little school they had, and learning how to be a very pleasing catamite.  I
actually liked it there even though I was sold to the owner to settle a
debt and to satisfy men's desires.  I lived there for a year until the
place was raided and I was busted.

	It happened early one morning.  I didn't hear anything due to my
bad hearing until the man I was with reacted by pushing me off him and
jumping out of the bed.  He was dressed and out the door in seconds.  I got
up off the floor and blinked in surprise.  I reached for my hearing aid box
when I heard a loud voice telling me to drop it.  I looked up to see two
men at the door with guns in their hands pointed at me.

	"Sir, this box contains a hearing aid I need in order to hear.
Will you allow me to put it on, and get dressed?  I give you my word of
Honor that I will go with you peaceably," I said.

One of them snorted.  "A filthy gaijin giving us his word of Honor?  You
don't have any honor, you stupid punk."

I memorized his nametag as I slipped my hearing aid in my ear and got
dressed in shirt and shorts.  I walked over to the door and surrendered.
The other man cuffed me and took me up to the waiting van and put me in it.
We were taken to the nearby police station and placed into empty rooms for
interrogation.  I sat there and wondered what would happen next.  Two men
entered the room and sat down in front of me.

	"We are juvenile section officers.  We are here to ask you
questions," they said.  "We have read your arrest report and are amazed you
would give your word of honor to peacefully give up."

	"The two cops had guns pointed at me for one.  Two, they were cops
just doing their jobs.  Three, there was no reason for me to try and fight
them.  It would only make things worse for me," I said.  "I want to file a
complaint against one of the officers."

	"What did he do?" the older cop asked.

I told him what he said and what his actions were.  Both officers nodded
and they looked angry by what I said.  I suddenly wondered if I had made a
mistake.

	"We will inform our superiors of this," the older man said.

They then asked me if I knew who owned the place and I said no.  I then
told them my story.  When I got to the part about Otani I told them
differently.  I told them he looked much older.  Otani had struck me as
being a nice guy and I felt I owed him by keeping him out of this.  I told
them I couldn't see anything once I had been blindfolded.  All I had seen
was an older man and that was it.

They seemed to accept my story and had me placed into a cell by myself.  I
wondered what happened to the other boys.  I learned later that all of us
were taken to different places separately and kept from the others.  I also
heard all of them gave up the Master.  The man I had known as the bathhouse
master committed suicide.  The cops now had nothing except for us boys.
The client files all had been destroyed during the raid on the bathhouse so
none of the clients except for those there that night would be prosecuted.
Otani showed up as an assistant to an attorney who was to defend me.
Apparently the Japanese justice system is different from the American
system.  I got an actual attorney.

	During my trial, it was revealed by the American ambassador that my
parents had intended to put me into another mental hospital once I was
returned to the United States and that three doctors had signed the papers
to make it happen.

I immediately asked for asylum in Japan.

The American ambassador argued against my request, saying that I would
spread my gayness all over Japan.

The judge overrode him, denying his request and granting mine.  The
American ambassador then reminded the judge that I was still an American
citizen.  My attorney shot him down by stating that I had not lived inside
the American boundaries for over a year and a half.  Because of that, I had
lost my American citizenship automatically.  The man got pissed off and
stormed out.

The judge turned to me and advised me to stay out of the USA until I had
turned twenty-one.  I agreed to that.  He then sentenced me to six months
on the prostitution charge and dropped the rest.  Apparently the obnoxious
officer filed assault and resisting arrest charges on me after I filed a
civil complaint.  We all knew it was bullshit, but the judge was the only
one who could dismiss it and he did.  Six months was all the time I had to
do.

	Before I left to go do my time Otani and I had a conversation.

	"You could have sold me out," he said.  "Why didn't you?"

I considered my words carefully.  "Because you were kind enough to accept
my word of Honor.  I felt I had to return the debt."

He smiled.  "I knew there was something unusual about you.  You will meet
friends on the inside."

He left the room as the cops walked in and put me in chains.  I knew it was
standard practice for transporting prisoners so I didn't complain.  There
wasn't much anybody could do about the media taking pictures of me being
led out to the van in chains, so I accepted that and kept going.  The drive
to the prison was long.  We did stop a few times to stretch, get drinks,
food, and use the facilities.  I didn't give them any trouble and in return
they were nice to me.

Arriving at the juvenile prison I was led into the admitting room and left
there once the chains were taken off.  The admitting personnel walked in
and the process of checking in began.  I had a shower, was photographed for
the record books, given a physical examination, issued clothes, and then
escorted up to the second floor to isolation.  I would be kept there for a
week.  Tomorrow morning I was to have blood drawn for a battery of blood
tests and then a group of psychiatrists would have a go at me.  I was
scared about facing them and I didn't get much sleep that night.  After
having the blood drawn from me the next morning, I had a good breakfast and
then waited for the psychiatrists to show up.

Everything actually went well with them.  They told me they had no
intention of harming me like Grayson had.  They actually got pissed about
Grayson and said they would do what they could about him.  That made me
feel a bit better about talking to them.  I talked to them for the week I
was in isolation.





	Otani was good as his word.  On my first day in general population,
a guy sat down in front of me with his tray at breakfast.

	"My name is Ukeya.  Some friends want to meet you later," he said
as he sipped his coffee and ate his toast.

	"Cool," I said.  "Be nice to have friends here."

He smiled at me.  "Cool.  We'll find you."

I drifted out with the crowd of guys as breakfast ended.  I had the morning
classes schedule so I went to my classes and went through testing to see
what I knew.  After lunch I went to the weight room and started working
out.  Guys drifted in and out as I worked out.  It felt good to be able to
work out again and I didn't hesitate to make up for lost time.  Ukeya
drifted over as I got ready to make an attempt at the bench press.

	"Two fifty?  That's quite a bit," he commented.

	"I'm gonna do five reps. Can you spot me?" I asked as I sat on the
bench.

He moved to stand over the weight.  "Sure.  There's the friends I was
telling you about at breakfast."

I glanced over to the corner where a group of guys were standing.  I nodded
and one of them nodded back.  I lay on my back and lifted the weight off
the rests and started lifting.  I did the first three with no problem.  The
fourth rep gave me a little trouble, and I really had to work in lifting
the fifth one.  Ukeya helped rack it and I sat up.

	"Nothing like a good workout to keep a body in good shape," I said
as we walked over to the group.

The kid I had nodded to grinned.  "Looked like you doing alright.  My
name's Kohama."

I bowed to him out of respect.  "My name is David.  I'm honored to meet
you."

	"You're alright man.  Welcome to the Asian Brothers," he said.

	"Thank you for the invitation.  I am honored to be asked to join,"
I said.

	"It's our pleasure," he said.

He took me by the elbow and walked with me to the window.  "We know all
about you.  I have a message for you from Grandfather.  He says you have
proved yourself and will be considered a friend.  But you are not to be
involved in anything, ever.  Once you get out in six months, a place for
you will open up at the Yaguu Academy.  You'll like it there.  You are to
relax, go to the classes here, get the counseling, workout, and keep out of
trouble here.  That's it."

	"Cool.  Sounds like good advice and I'll follow it," I said.

Kohama smiled.  "Good.  Come see me later at my room."

He walked away and I sat down to relax for a bit.  I thought about what had
happened and I considered myself lucky.  Things were starting to look up.

	Life at the prison settled into a routine.  I went to classes, got
the counseling, worked out, and relaxed.  I had made an agreement with the
guys that night up in Kohama's room.  Since I was clean I could be asked to
have sex with any of the guys if I so desired.  If I turned down someone's
offer and they got pissed off at me, I was to let Kohama know.

	"Most of us are straight," he said.

I nodded.  "But the straight guys still have needs.  I read a book that say
out of five thousand guys surveyed, about 80% said they enjoyed sex play
with their best friends before chasing the ladies.  Besides, where in this
place are they going to find a girl?"

Kohama looked at me.  "You haven't seen Hayato yet."

I blinked.  "Who's he?"

	"A guy you definitely want to stay clear of," one of Kohama's
lieutenants said.  "He's a guy who dresses and acts like a girl.  He drives
all of us crazy with his sick shit."

	"He propositions all the guys in here, including the guards,"
another guy said.

	"He's very loose in other words," I said.

They all laughed.  "That's about right.  Just steer clear of him."

	"Okay," I said.

	I got moved to another room closer to Kohama after that and settled
down.  I did my thing and never complained about anything.  I didn't need
any more trouble.

	I did meet Hayato one morning.  This guy was strange.  I watched
him sashay into the dining hall in what looked like a crude dress and
holding a bag.  All the guys immediately got out of his way.  He saw me and
came over.

	"Hello, dark and handsome," he cooed.

I just stared at him.  He looked absolutely like a freak with what looked
like makeup smeared on his face.

	"Do you value your health and ability to walk?" I asked him.

	"Yes," he said in a girl's voice.

	"Then stay the hell away from me.  In fact, don't even come out of
your room," I said as the breakfast line moved.

Something brushed across my face and I looked at him.  "What the fuck was
that?"

He held up what looked like a glove.  I blinked and took it from him.

	"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" I demanded.  "A cow's
condom?"

All the guys including the guards broke up with laughter.  I sniffed at it.

	"This thing stinks.  Have you been jacking off into it?" I asked.

That broke up everyone even more.  I reached behind me and felt a metal
object behind me.  I realized it was the metal battle glove that was part
of the Samurai warrior outfit that was on display around the facility that
week.  I managed to shake the glove free of the armored suit.

	"You disgusting animal!" he screeched, stamping his foot.

I smiled as he slapped me on the face.  He grabbed his glove back from me.

	"Hang on a second," I said.

Hayato turned to me, a look of anger on his face.  I swung the glove as
hard as I could, catching him firmly on the right side of his face.  He
dropped as he screamed in pain.  I stood over him shaking the metal glove
at him.

	"This, little girl, boy, or whatever the fuck you're supposed to
be, this is a real glove.  This is the kind of glove real men like us wear.
I got a bit of advice for you.  Stay the fuck away from all of us or else,"
I snarled, showing a bit of my anger.

Hayato didn't hesitate getting out of there.  The warden walked over as I
put the glove back on the suit of armor.

	"You know striking another inmate is against the rules, even though
he struck you first.  I will punish him later.  Please raise your right
hand," he said.

A guard handed him a thin stick and he rapped my knuckles lightly twice.
He handed the stick back to the guard as I bowed.

	"Thank you sir, for pointing out to me the error of my ways," I
said.

He just smiled and walked away.  I rejoined the line and the guys
congratulated me as I passed them.

Kohama himself shook my hand as I sat down.  "Job well done."

I just smiled.  "Thanks boss."





	On one of my many walkabouts around the prison I discovered the
music room.  I went in and discovered that it was actually a recording
studio.  Opening up a few cabinets, I discovered guitars and other
instruments.  I pulled a guitar down, tuned it up, plugged it into the
guitar jack and went for it.  I began spending time in there practicing my
guitar playing.  I actually recorded a few things in there just for the
hell of it.  I had fun doing it.  I even got to play with a band that
visited the prison one day.  As I stood up there and played, everything
seemed to fade away.  That was one of the best days of my life.  Kohama
kept encouraging me to keep playing.

	I did have sexual relations behind bars even though the rules
forbade it.  I hadn't done anything since I had arrived there a month and a
half ago.  The first person to approach me was a guy from another section.
He had just gotten there and had a serious case of the blue balls.  I
warned him about Hayato and then gave him a blowjob.  I dragged it out for
ten minutes before he fired his load down my throat.  Both of sighed, him
with relief, and me from the work.  He gave me a couple of yen and went his
way.  The next night I took a guard up my ass.  He loved fucking me and I
loved feeling his cock deep inside of me.  He wore a condom even though he
knew I was clean.

	"Don't believe in taking chances," he said.

The next time he came back for another fuck, he gave me a dozen condoms.
"Make damn sure any guy who fucks you wraps it first."

Kohama did me next.  He'd been in for over a year and he missed his girl
badly.

	"I may not be a girl, but I can take the edge off your need," I
told him.

He nodded at that.  I slipped into his room and gave him the full treatment
that night.  He laid me flat on my torso as he fucked me, pushing his cock
deep into me as he slow fucked me.  He wanted to make it last.  I loved
feeling his cock deep inside of me.  When he came he just sighed and slowly
pulled out of me.  He thanked me and I went back to my room.  I pillowed
him a few times more after that.

I became the one guys sought out for relief, guards and other prisoners.
The word was that if a guy needed relief, I was the stud service to see.  I
think the warden knew, but if he did, he kept that to himself.  Cash or
favors paid me.  It worked out real well.  I kept it all very low profile
and all the guys I serviced kept it to themselves.  Fewer problems that
way.

	I was starting to think about what was going to happen once I got
back into the world.  Where was I going to go?  What would I be doing?
These questions ran around in my mind quite a bit.  Kohama noticed
something was up so he pulled me aside.

	"What's going on with you, man?" he asked.

I told him what was going on in my mind.  He nodded as I talked about my
feelings, thoughts, and fears about getting out.

	"That's heavy," he said.  "Have you talked to your counselor?"

	"No, not yet.  Dude isn't exactly all there you know?" I said.

That was the truth.  The psychiatrist that was assigned to the prison was a
strange guy.  Everyone steered clear of him except when they were court
ordered to see him.  The ones I had seen when I first got here were just
filling in while the resident one was on vacation.  He really didn't help
me any, but I went to see him to fulfill the requirements of my sentence.

	"Yeah, I know.  Still he's better than anything.  Dave, just hang
in there.  Go see the warden, I'm sure he'll be willing to listen to you,"
Kohama said.

That was a good idea, so I went and requested a meeting.  I went up to see
him the next morning and we sat down and talked.  He offered me a cup of
tea and then sat down and listened to me.  We talked for at least an hour.
By the time the meeting was over I was feeling better.  Unknown to me, the
next time Kohama saw his Uncle he relayed the entire conversation between
him and me to the Uncle.  The Uncle went to see Grandfather and told him.
Things were now set in motion for me to join the Yaguu Academy.  It would
prove to be another good thing.

	Life went on as usual.  I had settled into a routine I felt
comfortable with.  I hung out with the crew, did my school classes, worked
out, and watched spring slowly creep in.  I was glad to see the cold
weather and the snow fade away.  I felt I had been through a winter of my
life and was heading into a new period of my life.  I began to feel as if
there was hope after all I had been through.  My new attitude must have
showed because Kohama commented on it one day in the yard the day the
outdoor gym reopened.

I just smiled.  "I just feel glad to be alive, man."

Kohama nodded.  "Keep on thinking that."

My new attitude began to infect others around me.  I was feeling much more
relaxed everyday and everything I did reflected that, from my therapy
sessions to my music.  I was playing less blues and more "happy music" as
Kohama called it.  I didn't care.  I played whatever I felt at the moment
and enjoyed it.  Then quite by accident, I stumbled onto what would become
my lifelong pursuit.





	Baseball.  That one word would make a guy excited.  All of the guys
got excited over baseball and they went out to the ball fields and worked
hard to get them into shape for the baseball season.  I had played ball in
my elementary and junior high schools before the bad times.  The position I
was good at was right field.

	"Been awhile since I played," I said as I worked a glove on my left
hand.

Kohama looked up quickly.  "What position did you play?"

	"I played right field," I replied.

He grinned.  "You're hired.  We need a guy there.  We'll give you a tryout
there."

They watched in amazement as I passed the tryouts effortlessly.  The
Martial Arts training I had gotten at the bathhouse came in handy.  I kept
it up inside the prison, doing it with Kohama and the others in secret.  I
was glad I had kept it up.  Getting on the ball team was another turning
point for me.  We started playing once we did our version of the exhibition
games.  Every Wednesday and Saturday we played a game against somebody.  I
slowly became a powerhouse hitter, knocking them over the fence nearly
every time.  I enjoyed playing baseball.  What I didn't know was that there
were some baseball coaches from the Yaguu Academy there to watch me.  They
liked what I could do and agreed that I had to join the freshman team once
I got out.  One of them would take me under his wing and make me a much
better player.  He also would be my lover for a time.  I would learn a lot
from him.

	I was finally informed of the hearing I would have to go through to
be released.  I was a bit worried about it and spent extra time working out
and doing other things to try and keep my mind off the impending date.
Right after breakfast the morning of the hearing I was escorted down to the
hearing room where the warden and several juvenile justice people were
meeting to discuss my case.  The psychiatrist was there as well.

The warden opened the meeting and asked for the psychiatrist's report
first.  It wasn't very positive.  He sat down and smirked at me.  I
wondered if he was pissed I wouldn't put out for him.  The teachers I had
stood up and delivered their reports.  They favored me very well.  The
warden then opened my record and read it to the members of the board.
There wasn't a single negative thing in there except for when I had first
arrived.  He described some of the difficulties I had in settling into
prison life but straightened out after a few weeks.  Once everyone had
their say, I was escorted out and told I would be called back when the
decision had been made.  I sat in a side room and listened to the clock
tick loudly from its place on the wall.  An hour later a guard brought me
back into the hearing room. I stood before the members of the parole board.

	"It is decided you are to be released at the end of the month.  It
is our understanding that there is a place reserved for you at the Yaguu
Academy through the generosity of an unknown benefactor.  We sincerely hope
you take full advantage of this opportunity to better yourself," the head
of the board said.

I positively glowed from the good news.  I felt like I was floating on a
cloud.  The shrink was less than thrilled.  He vehemently objected and was
overruled.  I would get to play in the final game with the crew.  Once I
told them the good news, we partied late into the night, even the section
guards were happy.  Some of them felt I had gotten a raw deal to begin
with.  I wasn't worried about it.

	Saturday morning dawned bright and clear.  I bounced right out of
bed and immediately hit the gym, going all out like I usually did.  The
daily workouts had done me good.  I was now 175 pounds of solid muscle and
able to bench nearly three hundred.  Whenever I did the five reps at the
bench press, there would be some betting and I never failed to disappoint.
One of the guards was always present to spot for me.  I'd start the
workouts by doing a three-mile run, and then going into the weight cage by
the dorms.  I'd peel my shirt off and stretch my arm muscles and then get
started.  I did it every day, rain or shine.  I also developed a good tan
from working out in the morning sun.  It was a habit I'd continue for the
rest of my life.

	The guys came out and I followed them to the ball field and we did
a short practice.  I stretched out completely and was ready to go.  We went
and changed into our playing uniforms.  The first time Kohama handed me a
cup I just looked at it.

	"What do I do with this?" I asked as the guys rolled on the floor,
laughing their asses off as Kohama groaned.

He showed me how to put it on and wear it properly.  Once I understood why
it was necessary I wore mine all the time.  Getting a bounced ball up there
does hurt.  It would be a lot more painful if I didn't have it on.  We came
back to the field and the game started.  It was a physical battle, the
score see sawing back and forth.  We managed to win it by one run.  That
set off another celebration.  I set up my guitar and soundboard and played
a few numbers, and then Tiny got going with his DJ number.

	Naturally the guards challenged us the next morning at breakfast.
Kohama stood up and accepted the challenge.  Both sides went to work and
got ready for the big game next Saturday.  That game was just as exciting
and wild as the last game had been.  The warden had invited some of the
local dignitaries to witness the game and requested to be allowed to stage
a barbeque on the grounds for all.

Otani was there and I got to talk to him while waiting for the game to
start.  He grinned and told me he had been given the honor of escorting me
to the Academy.  I was glad to hear that.  Then Kohama called me over to
the team bench and the game got started.  For the next three hours we
slugged it out with the guards.  I put in an impressive performance, making
several great plays and batting several runners in and hitting four home
runs.  We won the game by six runs.  The after game party was great.  The
food was good and Tiny did his DJ number, playing some great music.  I
wandered outside with a soda in my hands.  I would be leaving Monday
morning, and I felt conflicting emotions.  Kohama came out and sat next to
me.

	"You all right?" he asked.

I sighed.  "I will be once I settle in at the Academy.  I hate to leave you
guys behind, all of you have been so cool to me."

Kohama looked both ways before speaking.  "So that you know, there are a
group of the brothers there.  Grandfather has instructed us to give you a
special tattoo on your left forearm.  Any of the brotherhood will recognize
it when they see it and you'll be welcomed.  It will be a design that tells
them not to involve you in anything."

	"The less I know about Asian Brothers activities the better," I
said.

	"Exactly.  Come and see me after lights out.  Won't take long to
do," Kohama said to me as he stood up.

I sat and watched the stars overhead for a bit longer and then called it a
night.  I went back to my room and showered in the shower room.  A guard
was waiting for me in the bathroom and slipped his cock into me and rode my
ass good.

	"I've been told to collect your money and mail it to you at the
Academy," he whispered and he held me while he fucked me.

	"Okay," I said.

He continued to fuck me until he shot his load.  He pulled the used condom
off his cock and chucked it down a toilet and walked out as I got into the
shower.  I took my time in washing myself.  I took my six inches in hand
and jacked off.  That relaxed me even more.

I went back to my room and collected all my money and slipped it to the
guard as he walked by.  I relaxed on my bed and read for a bit until lights
went out.  I waited for another half hour and then went to see Kohama.  He
escorted me to a small room off to the side and closed the door.  I took a
breath and let it out.  Four eyes was there with his tattooing kit.  He got
right to work after I sat down in the chair.  Kohama stood behind me and
helped me to keep relaxed during the half hour procedure.  The end result
was a small dragon in red, black, green, and blue, holding a katana
pointing down at his feet.  I checked it out.  It was amazing artwork.  I
learned later that the colors he used were exactly like the ones in the
large dragon on my body.  They would never fade.





	I got out Monday morning around eleven.  As I stood in the parking
lot, I looked up at the windows and could see the guys standing there.
They waved goodbye and I waved back.  I would be allowed to write to them
but not visit.  Otani tapped me on the shoulder.

	"Time to go," he said.

I followed him to the school van and got in.  All I had with me was the
duffle bag of stuff I was allowed to keep.  I opened the right side door
and was surprised to see the steering wheel there.  Otani chuckled at my
expression.

	"Not the first time," he said as I walked around to the left side
and got in.

I shook my head and sighed.  "Going to take some getting used to be back
out in the world again."

He looked over at me.  "You'll do just fine.  There is an excellent
psychiatrist on staff that will be talking to you and helping you to
recover."

	"If you say he's cool then that's good enough for me," I said.

	"Now there are some matters that must be discussed," he said.  "I
know you are gay and I know of your background.  Grandfather has told me
all about you."

It clicked.  "Grandfather?"

	"Yes," Otani nodded.  "I do not have a problem with you being gay.
I do not swing that way myself.  There are a number of boys, young men and
teachers who are gay and enjoy such contacts.  I suggest you be discrete
and play safe.  On occasion you will be called on to perform a service for
a patron of the school or for a friend of the Yaguu.  Discretion is called
for.  The less people who know about such encounters the better.  Your
House Captain will be your point of contact."

	"How many people are in the know?" I asked.

Otani thought for a moment.  "I'll pass on that.  The less you know, the
better."

He was right on that and I knew it.

	"The Academy headmaster is named Sasaki-sensei.  He knows about you
and doesn't have any problems with you being there.  His only request is
that you be discrete and careful.  Grandfather and I ask for the same
thing," Otani said.

I nodded.  "You got my word of Honor on that."

	We arrived at the Academy early afternoon.  The place was well
spread out over a hundred acres of land.  I was impressed by what I saw.

	"This is a palace or what?" I said as we drove up the long
driveway.

Otani laughed.  "It was impressive to me when I went here."

We pulled up to the administration building and got out.  I saw a group of
guys crossing the lawn in front of the administration building in their
traditional school uniforms and sporting short haircuts.  I had let my hair
go and was sporting a small ponytail.  I felt conscious in my jeans,
t-shirt, and the long hair.  I could feel them staring at me.

	"Relax.  Everything is going to work out fine," Otani said.

He led me up to the administration building and inside.  The inside was
just as impressive as the outside.  Asian art hung on the walls and display
cases held artifacts from Japan's history.  I was awestruck by what I saw.
Otani gave his name to the boy sitting behind the desk and he knocked on
the door and went inside.

	"Sasaki-sensei believes in teaching responsibility, so everyone who
goes here has a chance to perform jobs essential to the running of the
Academy.  Your role here is just as important," Otani said.

The younger boy came back and escorted us into the office.  He offered us
tea and then left once he had served it.  Sasaki-sensei invited us to sit
on the couches with him.

	"I'm glad to have Kasaba-san here at the Academy.  He has been told
of certain things?" he said.

I put down my cup.  "Yes I have."

	"Good.  Then no more needs to be said of the matter.  Now on to
other things.  You are to be placed in Green House.  Your House Captain is
a boy named Tanaka-san.  He'll explain the House rules to you.  Since you
have arrived a bit late in the day, we shall begin the intake process
tomorrow.  Since classes will end at the end of the month, there won't be
much use of placing you in classes now.  I suggest you take advantage of
the summer classes we have here.  For now, I'll introduce you at dinner,
and you will report to me here after breakfast tomorrow morning and we
shall get you started," Sasaki-sensei said as he set down his cup.

We rose and Otani shook my hand and wished me luck.  I took my bag and went
to Green House after Sasaki-sensei gave me a map.  I met the House Master
and he assigned me to a room.  He looked at me rather funny.

	"Sir, I intend to comply with the school grooming standards.  I
would not feel comfortable in continuing to wear my hair long or look
unkempt.  The only reason I let it go in the first place was that I saw no
real reason to cut it while incarcerated.  Now that I am out and here, I
want to get it cut short again.  Summer is coming, and shorter hair would
be a lot more comfortable to be in and manage," I said.

He grinned.  "Good.  You'll fit right in then.  Tanaka will be right up."

I turned and went up the stairs to the third floor and started looking for
my room.  Guys stopped talking in the hall and stared at me as I passed by.
I found my room at the end of the hall and went in.  It was a corner room
with big windows, giving me a great view of the school.  I liked the looks
of it.  I opened my bag and put away what clothes I had.  I needed to get
some more stuff tomorrow.  There was a knock on my door so I went to answer
it.  A tall Japanese guy stood there.  He was about six foot and wore the
round glasses favored by scholars.

	"You must be Tanaka-san," I said, offering my hand.

He took it and shook my hand.  "I am.  Welcome to the Academy."

I asked him in and he sat down in a chair at the desk.  He looked me up and
down for a moment and I knew he was sizing me up.

	"I'm going through the intake process tomorrow," I said.  "I'll be
taking the summer courses so I can be ready for September."

	"Good move.  I just need to inform you of the House rules then," he
said.

I could see the bulge in his pants as he shifted in the chair.  I grinned
as I stood up.

	"Maybe you'll be more comfortable on the bed," I suggested.

He blushed red and shifted his position once more.  "Sorry about that."

	"It happens," I said.

He stood up and licked his lips nervously.  He tugged at his pants.

	"What do you want to do?" I asked.

He looked at me with a pained expression in his eyes.  "Can I... slip it
in?"

I reached out and removed his uniform jacket.  I unbuttoned his slacks and
let them fall to the floor and he stepped out of them.  I admired his silk
boxers a moment before pulling them off him.  His uncut seven inches stood
out straight and very hard.  I pulled off my pants and briefs and dropped
them on the floor.  I fished a condom out of my bag and unrolled it on
Tanaka's hard cock.  Then I laid down on my bed on my front.

Tanaka settled himself on top of me and pushed his cock between my cheeks
and up to my back door.  I took a breath and let it out as Tanaka pushed
himself in.  Once he was completely inside of me, he began fucking me.  I
closed my eyes and moaned softly as he rode my ass.  I could hear him pant
and moan as he worked to gain his release.  It had been a while since I had
cock stuffed up my ass and this felt so good to me.  He pressed himself
against me real hard as he came inside of me.  He sighed and rolled off me.
I pulled the condom off him and tied it in a knot and dropped it in my
trashcan.  I pulled my briefs back on me and put his boxers back on him.

	"So, want to read the rules to me?" I asked, lying against his left
side.

Tanaka chuckled and pulled the book out and began to read.





	I was introduced to the school at dinner.  They all nodded
pleasantly but I could tell that a number of them didn't like me.  No
problem.  By tomorrow noon, I hoped to look like I belonged there.  A
haircut and a change of clothes can do wonders for a person.  Tanaka
invited me to join him at his table with some of his friends.  I listened
to the discussion regarding a class.  I didn't know too much of the subject
so I just listened.  Sure learned a bit.

Eventually they pulled me into a discussion about baseball.  That I knew
about.

	"I play right field," I said.

That made them sit up.  "You have to join the freshman team next spring,"
one guy said.

	"I intend to.  I had fun playing it in the slammer," I said.

	"They let you play?" another guy asked.

	"Yes.  I had earned the privilege to," I said.  "They are very
strict in there."

A third boy spoke up.  "I've heard stories about prison."

I scratched my chin.  "Really? Like what?"

I listened as he repeated some of the stories.  By now people were
listening in.

	"Well," I said stretching out, "Some of that is true, and the rest
of it is BS.  You can get hurt if you mouth off and try to be a big man."

A boy from another table turned to me.  "You're right about that.  I have a
cousin in a juvenile facility up north who said that."

	"One can survive the experience if he keeps his mouth shut and
maintains a very low profile and doesn't rat anybody out," I said.  "I
prefer to not talk about it.  Let's just say I'm glad to be out of there."

	"Has anyone shown you round the school grounds yet?" a boy next to
Tanaka asked, changing the subject.

	"Not yet," I said.

	"I'll be glad to take you round," he said.  "We can leave now."

I put my dirty dishes on a conveyor belt and followed Tanaka, Kentaro, and
Jiro outside.  It was a beautiful evening and I smiled.  "It's nice out
this evening, the kind of evening that makes me glad to be alive."

	"I'll agree with that," Jiro said.

He was shorter than me and wore glasses.  Kentaro scratched his chin.

	"You've been to administration, Green House, and here.  Where to
first?" he asked Tanaka.

	"What's closest?" I asked.

Jiro whipped a map out of his jacket pocket and looked at it.  "Gym over to
the right, the theatre to the left."

I grinned.  "Gym first."

Jiro led us over to the gym.  It was unlocked so we went in.  It looked
like your standard school gym, bleachers on both sides overlooking the
basketball court.

	"What are the big sports here?" I asked.

Tanaka turned to me.  "Baseball is first, basketball, soccer, track,
swimming, and triathlons.  American football just never really caught on
here."

	"Don't forget gymnastics," Jiro said.

The other two guys grinned.  "Jiro here is a world class gymnast."

	"Very cool," I said.

	"Show him the weight room," Jiro said.

Oh did that get my attention.  "Weight room?  Where?"

All three linked at my eager expression.  "You work out?"

	"Every freaking morning.  Where is it?" I asked.

I stepped into what had to be the biggest weight room ever.  It had
everything I had used in the prison and then some.  I went to a bench press
and loaded a bar with two eighty and slid under.  A man appeared out of
nowhere as a group of students followed him.  He walked around to my head
and nodded.  I lifted the bar and began pushing the weight.  I got four
reps pushed up okay, but really worked on the fifth one.  The man helped me
rack the weight.

	"Ah, much better," I said as I sat up.

	"The school record is three twenty five," the man informed me.

	"Good.  That give me something to shoot for," I said as I stood up.
"My name is David Kasaba.  I'm a new student here."

	"Coach Kotake.  I coach the freshman baseball," he said.

I grinned.  "Talk about timing.  I was going to ask who coached baseball.
I play right field."

That got his attention.  "Find me tomorrow."

	"Yes sir," I said.

We left the weight room and Tanaka showed me the regulation sized pool used
for meets.  It was contained inside a building and it was nice inside.

	"Perfect to cool down with after a workout in the weight room.
Where's the track?" I asked.  "I run three miles a day."

	"Up that way," Kentaro said.  "I run track myself."

I followed them to another building and inside.

"This is what we call the fun pool area.  Suits are optional in here.
Suits must be worn in the other pool.  No exceptions," Jiro said with a
grin.

	"I be hip with that," I said.

The guys laughed at that.  They showed me around the rest of the school.  I
was surprised to see a tailor shop, a barbershop, and other things on the
grounds.  I certainly liked the looks of the place.

	"This school has been here since the early 1900's," Jiro informed
me.  "Generations of Yaguu have gone here."

	"Are there any of them here now?" I asked.

	"One.  He's the grandson of Lord Retsudo Yaguu," Kentaro informed
me.  "He's kind of a wimp.  Rumor his Grandfather doesn't think too kindly
of him."

	"Is he someone I should avoid?" I asked.

Jiro thought for a moment.  "Most of us do.  He has a reputation of being a
tattler."

	"I'll stay clear of him then," I said.

Kentaro grinned.  "I would.  Let's head back.  Getting late."

	I hung out in the TV room back at the house, meeting more of the
others who lived in the house.  After an hour of talk, I decided to call it
a night and headed up to bed.  It felt strange to be able to move around
freely again.  It was going to take some getting used to.  I stripped down
naked as per my habit and slid into bed.  I slept very well that night, the
bed was so comfortable.  I almost missed the alarm clock but managed to get
up and got dressed in Speedos, shorts, t-shirt, and trainers.  I left the
house and did my stretches and then jogged up to the track.  I sat and
relaxed for a moment and then started running.  It wasn't long before Jiro
appeared, followed by some others.  I did my three miles and then headed
for the weight room.  I found the stereo system and dropped Metallica in
the tape player and cranked it.  Then I pulled off my t-shirt and went full
out on the weight gear, as was my habit.  I glanced in the mirrors running
around the walls and saw everyone in there watching me.  I was getting a
good pump going and felt really jazzed.  Coach Kotake walked in and got a
look at me and blinked.  He noticed I was working my way to the bench press
in the corner.  He went and got it set up with two eighty and waited for me
to get there.  I slid under the bar and pushed out four with no trouble.
The fifth one I had to work at a bit.

	"Thanks for the assist," I said as I headed off to the pool.

I pulled off my shorts and trainers and dived in.  I managed four laps
before climbing out.  Now I was ready for the day.





	I jogged back to the house and up to my room.  Guys were looking at
me and I knew for sure that the stories of my tattoo would be all over the
school by the end of the morning.  I grabbed my shower gear and went into
the shower room.  I rubbed my face and noted I was growing some hair on my
face.  I decided to ask the barber what to do about it.  I dressed in jeans
and a nice shirt and went down to breakfast.  I was right.  The stories had
gotten around very quickly.  The other boys looked at me as I walked up and
I knew they had heard.  I sighed.

	"I'll say this for the record," I said and everyone shut up and
listened.  "I didn't want it and it was put on me by force.  I have to live
with this for the rest of my life.  If this offends anybody, I apologize.
I hope you guys think twice before getting one."

I knew what I just said would be all over the school within the hour.  I
had my breakfast and went to the headmaster's office.

	"Good morning sir," I said as he admitted me to his office.

	"I approve of the way you handled things this morning.  Your
statement was much more effective that any lecture I could give,"
Sasaki-sensei said.

	"I hope so," I said as we stood up.

He smiled as we went out the door to start the intake process.  First stop
was the barbershop for a haircut.  I asked the older man what to do about
the hair on my face.  He grinned and led me into the back and gave me a
lesson in the manly art of shaving.  He also gave me a face wash to use
every day, twice a day.  He grinned as he rubbed my bulge in my jeans.

	"Do you need your grass mowed?" he asked lewdly.

I had to laugh out loud.  The barbers at the bathhouse had cut our pubic
hair down short and kept them very neatly trimmed and shaved our cocks and
balls.  My pubic bush had gotten wild so I agreed to it.  He had me stretch
out on a reclining chair and went to work.  When he was done I looked so
much neater and my cock and balls were smooth again.  He sat down on a
little stool and moved between my legs.  He took my cock in his mouth and
started sucking me off.  That old man knew a thing or two about cock
sucking.  He had me screaming for release a moment later, and five minutes
later I was shooting my load down his throat.  That felt so good!

	The next stop was the tailor shop.  I stripped down for the tailor
and he got a complete set of my measurements, and I mean a complete set.  I
discovered I was six inches hard and five soft, and two inches around.  By
the time I left the shop, I was loaded down with some new clothes for the
summer.  They would be delivered to my room at Green House.  Then it was
off to the doctor's office.  Once more I stripped down and he gave me a
very thorough examination including a prostate check.  I came down from the
orgasmic high and he patted me on my bare ass and pronounced me very
healthy.  I don't know who enjoyed that more, him or me!

	Sasaki-sensei and I met the group of teachers that I would be
studying with during the summer session.  They would give me the entrance
examination to see what I knew and didn't know, and go from there.  I
promised to work hard.  I didn't want people to regret having gone to the
trouble of getting me into Japan.  Walking away from the Principal's office
I knew I was in for a long summer of hard work.  I had the feeling I was in
for an interesting summer.  I hoped I was ready for it.


To Be Continued In Young Dragon 02