Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 19:58:15 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Young Dragon 03" m/t, t/t, oral, anal, bondage

Young Dragon 03
By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

Author's Notes: This story is based on a recurring nightmare I had as a gay
teenager growing up in the late '70's and early '80's.  All characters and
situations depicted are not real.


Young Dragon 03


      Today was my fifteenth birthday.  I groaned to myself and rolled over
in my bed, deciding on the spur of the moment to just stay in my room the
whole day.  I didn't feel like facing anybody today.  I went to the
bathroom after sneaking out of my room and then snuck back into my room.
The house was quiet and I looked at the clock.  It was early, the time I
used to go run my three miles and do my workout in the weights yard.  I
slipped back into bed and went back to sleep.

      "Where's David-san?" one of the younger boys asked as he stood in the
breakfast line and looked around.

      The new House Captain, Kensuke-san looked around for me as well.
"I'll go ask Coach Kotake where he is."

      He approached the staff table and bowed to Kotake.  "Sir, have you
seen David-san?  He isn't here."

      Coach Kotake stood and looked around.  "I think I know what's been
bothering him lately.  I was going through student records and looked at
his for a moment.  Today is his fifteenth birthday, and it's got him
depressed."

      Sasaki-koochoo scratched his cheek.  "So that is what the problem
is."

      The other teachers agreed.  Sasaki-koochoo thought for a moment.

      "What if we do what we normally do for birthdays around here?" one of
the teachers asked.

      Sasaki smiled.  "That should work.  In the meantime, he is not to
hide in his room today.  I leave that to you, Kotake."

Kotake stood up.  "As you wish, Sir."

      I was unaware of all that as I had gone back to my room after using
the bathroom.  I was just about to get back into the bed when the door flew
open.  Without thinking, I went into a spinning right kick and connected
with Coach Kotake's chest, knocking him back out into the hall.  I stood at
the doorway and looked down at the person on the floor.  He rolled over and
I froze with fear.

      "Oh God, I'm sorry sir!" I exclaimed, helping him up.

Kotake looked at me and smiled.  "Your kickboxing training is paying off."

I sighed and walked back into my room.  "What are you doing here?"

      "I came to drag your ass to class.  You are not hiding in here today.
Sasaki-koochoo's orders.  Just because you are depressed doesn't give you
the excuse to hide.  Damn it Dave, talk to me.  Talk to the psychiatrist
here.  Do you honestly think we don't understand the moods you young men
get into sometimes?" Kotake said.

      "You of all people should understand me knowing full well my
background and how I got here," I snapped.

      "Get dressed.  You're going to class, even if I have to follow you
around today," Kotake ordered.

      "You can't.  You have classes," I said.

      "I'll have the class captains run them today," he said, shooting down
that argument I had run on him.  "Now get your ass dressed, or I'll dress
you myself."

I turned to the closet and got dressed.  I walked to my first class with
Kotake trailing behind me.  That was damn embarrassing.  I vowed revenge.
I would get even.

      By the time dinner rolled around I was in a really foul mood and
Kotake knew it.  People steered clear of me and didn't say anything.
Instead of walking me to dinner, he escorted me to the principal's office.

      "Ah, there you are," Sasaki said cheerfully.

I grumbled as I sat down in a chair.  I missed the nods between the men as
Kotake left the office.  Sasaki came around his desk.

      "Well now, I hear you had a difficult day today.  Want to talk about
it?" he asked.

      "Not really," I said.

      "Well, we'll have to meet tomorrow after you've had a good night's
sleep and discuss this," Sasaki said as he stood up.  "For now, let's go
get dinner."

I followed him to the dining hall.  I was feeling tired and rotten.  I just
wanted today over with and get going with my life again.

      Sasaki held the door open for me and I stepped through and then
stopped at the sight in front of me.  On the head table was a small round
cake with candles on it.  All the guys were standing yelling happy birthday
at me.

      I was in shock, blinking at the sight.  I suddenly realized that
everyone had known what was going on with me.  I pushed past Sasaki and
stepped outside, tears burning in my eyes as I suddenly realized how I had
been acting the whole day.  Sasaki came up behind me.

      "I don't deserve this," I said, trying to control my emotions.

      "Yes you do.  Every person has the right to celebrate their birthday
with friends and loved ones.  Your circumstances were unusual and normally
birthdays aren't celebrated in bathhouses and other places.  The Yaguu are
aware of this and they cannot make up for the past birthdays you missed,
but today we shall start to make up for the ones you lost.  Go on, your
friends are waiting," he said, gently pushing me back to the door and
inside.

      I walked in and managed a slight smile.  "Thank you guys.  You have
no idea what this means to me.  I've missed a few of my birthdays and
didn't think anyone would remember mine here.  Well, I guess I was wrong,
and I apologize for the way I've acted lately.  Thanks, all of you."

      Everyone in the dining hall applauded and there were a few calls to
blow out the candles and I did to the cheers and laughter.  Then dinner got
started and everyone lined up.  Since it was my birthday, I got to go
through first.  From there the evening got better.  I got quite a few cards
from the guys I knew and from the teachers.  I looked up at Coach Kotake
and he just grinned at me.  I had the feeling I'd be getting a special
birthday surprise from him later.  I couldn't wait!

      I was up early the next morning and out on the track doing my usual
three miles.  I went into the weight room now that the weights yard was
closed for the coming winter (it had been getting really cold lately), and
worked harder than usual to make up for missing my workout yesterday.
Since it was Saturday, I took my time in working out.  A few of the guys
drifted in and joined me.  Once I finished my first turn through the
equipment, I turned to see a few of the younger years there.  I had started
teaching a few of the younger boys weight training with Kotake's blessing.
I worked with them for the next two hours, teaching them how to do the
exercises and the proper forms for them.  They did well and I was pleased.
All I wanted then to do was learn the proper forms for now and worry about
building up their muscles later.  I herded them to the pool and I did my
usual laps while the swimming coach put them through their swimming
classes.  I was glad they heated the water here.  I don't think I could
handle swimming in ice-cold water like the triathlon competitors we had
here could.  I salute those guys.





      I headed for the martial arts dojo next.  I walked in the door and
could hear the clack of the wooden swords as the kendo lesson progressed.
Both Sasaki-koochoo and Lord Retsudo believed every boy should learn the
Way of the Samurai, and that included martial arts lessons.  I thought that
was cool, because it kept the Samurai spirit alive and well.  Naturally
that had sparked a debate.

      "The Samurai had their day," one boy stated.

      "I disagree.  I believe the Samurai is very alive and well these
days," I said.

      "Please explain," Sasaki asked me, having arrived in the classroom to
substitute teach history class.

      "The day the Samurai class ceased to be, the spirit of the Samurai
simply turned around and went deeper into the Japanese people.  Have you
ever stood on a street corner of a business district and watched the
company worker go to his office?  I have.  I saw the fierce determination
in his eyes as he passed me.  A determination to do his best, a
determination to prove his loyalty to the company by working hard, a
determination to prove his loyalty to Japan by doing his best to be a
productive worker, a determination to prove his loyalty to the company and
Japan by defending it with all his strength.  He stood tall and proud,
because he was doing what it was he was called to do by his company.  Just
because the Japanese no longer wear the two swords and have the privileges
of the Samurai class doesn't mean he can stop following Bushido.  Bushido,
the ethical code of the Samurai still applies to our lives now, today, as
it did back in those days.  I've tried to live my life by them and yes, I
fall short sometimes, but I'll stand up tall, own up to my mistakes, and
accept the consequences of my actions like a man," I said as I sat on the
corner of my desk.

      Sasaki smiled a bit.  "You are very right, David-san.  The spirit of
Samurai still lives on in all of us."

      "While I was going walkabout after having arrived here last spring, I
wandered into a temple up in the hills.  I sat down on the steps to view
the sight.  A priest came out of the temple and offered me some food.
While I ate we began talking.  The conversation turned to this very subject
and I told him what I just told you guys and he smiled at me and told me I
was right.  He got up, went back into the temple and returned with a
parchment and gave it to me.  I have it framed and hanging on my wall in my
room.  He called it the Honor Precepts," I said.

      Sasaki leaned forward.  "How does it go?"

      "An honorable man is one who stands tall and tells the truth, no
matter what.  An honorable man is one who accepts the consequences of his
actions.  An honorable man is one who pays his debts.  An honorable man is
one who keeps his word once he gives it.  An honorable man is one who
stands by and with his family and friends.  If a man cannot do any of this,
he is neither honorable nor a man," I stated.

      The room was silent.  Nobody said a thing.  Sasaki nodded at what I
had said.

      "What you said is very true. I think that is the most profound thing
I've ever heard," he said at last.  "May I have a copy of that for my
office?"

      "I could take it down to the printing shop and have them copy it and
make it available to anyone who wants it," I said.

      "Do it, please.  It must be shared," he said.

I did just that during the lunch break.  The printer was careful with it
and gave it back to me once he was finished with it.  It didn't take long
for it to spread around the school.

      A loud clacking sound brought me out of the memory and back to the
present.  I looked to see two young boys giving their all in the match.
One of the older boys hovered nearby to referee the bout.  Once it was
over, the boys took their masks off and bowed.  Then they turned to me.

      "Were you watching?" they asked me eagerly, their eyes shining
brightly.

      I had to laugh at their enthusiasm.  "Yes, I saw.  Good job to both
of you."

      They grinned and bowed to me.  I returned the bow and then they
scampered off to rejoin the class.  I smiled and shook my head and went to
the locker room to get ready for my lessons.  When I came out, Kotake was
there and I bowed to him.

      "Are you ready?" he asked me.

      "Yes sir," I replied.

      We spent four hours in there.  First we worked on my kickboxing
skills, then karate, and then my sword skills.  Kotake worked me hard and
didn't hesitate to correct me if I made a mistake.  I enjoyed the training.
It gave me focus and understanding in the Japanese martial arts.  The
school taught a number of the martial arts, but it was these three I was
very interested in.  After the training sessions, I was excused to the
showers.

      "Come to my quarters later," Kotake whispered into my ear as I walked
past.

I wondered what was up.  Well, I was going to find out.

      I arrived around four that afternoon.  I knocked on the door and when
he opened the door I bowed.

      "I am here Master as you requested," I said.

He stepped back and held the door open as I walked into the room.  He
closed and locked the door behind him.  He stepped up to me and gently
kissed me.

      "Today you shall have your pleasure.  My gift to you for your
birthday," he said.

      Kotake slowly undressed me in his living room and then led me to the
bedroom.  He reached up and removed my collar and put it on his dresser.
He laid me down on his bed and then began to pleasure me with kisses and
touches.  As he kissed various parts of me, he slowly undressed until he
was naked.  I felt his hands and fingertips move around my body, getting me
aroused.  He gently brushed his fingertips across my erect nipples, making
me moan.  His right hand curled around my hard cock and gently stroked it
for a moment, and then gently fondled my smooth hairless balls.  I closed
my eyes and whined as the pleasure built up.  He licked and sucked on my
nipples for a few minutes, making me squirm and whimper.  I was enjoying
this!  Kotake kissed his way down to my stomach and moved his tongue
between the ridges of my six-pack of muscle at my abs.  I sighed in
pleasure.  He licked at my navel and then moved down to my hard cock.
Kotake moved his tongue around the base of my cock and then went down to my
balls.  He pushed my legs up and back, getting access to my teen balls.
Kotake started to lick and suck on my balls, making my body shiver as I
whined for more.  He slowly involved my hole in his oral exploration of my
balls.  I loved the feeling of his tongue on my boy pussy.  It felt so damn
good!  He kept that up for a bit and then came back up to my cock as he let
my legs down.  Kotake slipped my cock into his mouth and slowly sucked it
for a few minutes.  I panted, whimpered, and shivered as he sucked my cock.

      "Put your cock in me, David.  Fuck me good," he whispered into my ear
a moment later.

      Kotake rolled on his back and spread his legs for me.  His hole was
glistening, and I knew he had prepped himself for me.  I moved up between
his legs and pointed my hard cock into him and slowly pushed in.  I groaned
as I felt my cockhead open him up and sink into his body.  I rarely got
this pleasure and I was going to take advantage of this!  I kept pushing in
until I was completely inside of him.

      "I'm inside you Master," I sighed.  "Feels so good."

      "Fuck me David.  Make love to me," he whispered.

I did.  I started fucking my master and it felt so good.  I loved to feel
my cock moving in and out of him, loved making love to him, loved the
pleasure this act brought me.  I felt like something took over me,
directing me and guiding me.  The feelings and emotions were building up
and I was feeling so close to my orgasm.

      "Getting close," I whispered.  "I'm about to cum."

      "Cum inside me my sweet boy.  Give me your cum, your love, your
strength.  I need you inside of me," Kotake whispered to me.

      "I'm going!" I cried out as I tilted my head back.

I felt my sperm rush through my cock and into his ass as I thrust into him
hard and fast.  I shook and cried from the power of my orgasm.  I kept
fucking Kotake until I couldn't cum anymore.  He held me as I lay on his
body, crying on his shoulders.  Eventually I ran down and passed out.





      I woke up the next morning in his strong arms.  He was gently rubbing
my torso as I came to.  I looked up into his smiling face and knew in that
moment he truly loved me.  I smiled as he took hold of my hand and laced
his fingers in mine.  He leaned over me and we kissed.

      "Feel good?" he asked a moment later.

      "Yes," I said.  "I feel good because I made love to you, and because
I know you love me and that I love you back."

Kotake wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.  "I do love you very
much.  It's why I master you."

I sighed and snuggled up closer to him.  He caressed me for a moment and
then pinched my right nipple and smiled as I moaned.

      "There is something I need to do," he said.  "I need to give you your
birthday spankings.  Now come and lay over my lap."

I lay over his lap and he gave me fifteen light swats on my bare ass.  Then
he reached for the tube of KY and started to lubricate and stretch my boy
pussy.

      "I must get you ready for the other spanking," he smiled as I laughed
out loud.

As he spread a light coat of KY on his cock, I assumed the position on the
bed, face down with my hips on the cushion pushing my ass out.  I felt him
move up between my legs and then felt his cockhead at my entry.

      "Here we go, David.  Spanking number two beginning," he said.

Kotake slowly pushed his cock into me.  I could feel his cockhead slowly
open me up and start to explore the inside of my ass.  I moaned as more of
his man tool plumbed the inside of my ass.  I felt his hands take hold of
my hips and hold me steady as he started to fuck me.  I cried out in
pleasure as his cock moved in and out of me.  I wanted to feel him inside
of me.  I wanted his strength inside of me.  I wanted his cum inside of me.

      "So... strong, so... hard," I gasped.  "I love... feeling you
inside... me!"

He kept fucking me, going faster and harder now.  I cried and writhed under
him.  Then he lay on top of me and I knew he was about to cum.

      "I'm going," he whispered into my right ear.  "I'm cumming inside of
you.  I'm giving you my strength, my love, and leaving a piece of me inside
you."

I used my anal muscle to squeeze his cock and was rewarded by feeling his
cum shoot past the tight muscle into me.  He slowly fucked me until he was
done ejaculating.  We rested on the bed, his cock still buried deep inside
of me, his big strong arms around me, and his sweaty body pressed against
my back.  We went to sleep.

      I woke up an hour and a half later.  He wasn't in bed and I could
hear noises from the bathroom.  He walked back into the room and picked me
up and carried me to the bath.  He set me down on the bench.

      "Is your hearing aid in?" he asked.

I stuck my finger into my right ear to check.  "No it isn't."

He poured warm water over my head and all over my body.  Once I was wet, be
began bathing me.  I enjoyed feeling his hands cleaning my body.  He'd lift
an arm and soap it up from fingers to armpit.  He'd wash my back.  He'd
wash my genitals and my teen pussy.  He rinsed me clean with some more warm
water and then carried me to the steaming tub in the corner and put me in.

      "Be right back," he said, kissing me.

I watch him wash himself clean and then wipe down the floor and put the
bathing utensils away.  He slipped into the tub with me and took me into
his arms.  We sat there for a time talking about various things until he
had decided enough time had passed.  He lifted me out of the tub and
wrapped a thick cotton towel around me and dried me off.  We got dressed,
and he put my collar back on and we went to the dining hall for breakfast.
The place was buzzing with excitement as we walked in.

      "What's up?" I asked my housemates as I sat down.

One of them handed me a flyer.  "It's the annual martial arts tournament
being held in February of next year.  Rumor has it that the Emperor himself
is going to be there and on the last night, award a set of swords to the
winner."

      "Would I be allowed to enter?" I asked.

      "Go see Coach Kotake," was the reply.

I did, showing him the flyer.

      "Let me talk to the tournament officials," he said.

I nodded and rejoined my housemates.  I knew what events I would do.  I
listened to my housemates talking excitedly about the various events.  I
knew I had to step up my training sessions now.  I wanted to go.  If I
didn't win, that was okay.

      Kotake went to see the tournament officials and they listened to what
he had to say.  Even Lord Retsudo lobbied on my behalf and the tournament
committee rendered their decision a week later.  I opened the official
looking envelope and read the letter and went nuts with joy.  I was going.
All the day long people congratulated me for being invited to the
tournament.  Once the elation stopped, I took a deep breath and began to
plan my workouts and training sessions.  Naturally I asked Coach Kotake to
take charge of my training. He agreed to and the training got started.  In
addition to my daily run, weightlifting, and swim, I had daily training in
the dojo after school was out for the day.  Mondays was karate.  Tuesdays
was kickboxing.  Wednesdays was kendo.  Thursday was Sumo wrestling.
Fridays was a rest day.  Weekends were doing everything.  Kotake enlisted
the assistance of the other instructors as consultants.  They were equally
hard on me as Kotake was.  The other students were not neglected.  Their
training was just as hard as mine.  I think the difference between mine and
theirs was my attitude.  I was getting the chance to prove myself and I
didn't want to fail.  I would not fail.





      The school cleared out for the holiday break.  The smiles I got from
security, the limo drivers, the cabbies, and the bus drivers made me glad I
had redesigned the driveway and parking area.  Everyone was getting in and
out much easier.  The snow had started mid November and the driveway and
parking area had been cleared by me and a group of students and then salted
to help traction.  It would be just me and Coach Kotake at the school for
the two weeks.  I moved right into his quarters that evening.

      "Your uniform for the next two weeks will be just the mawashi and the
collar," he told me the first night in his apartment.  "We will work
extremely hard with no distractions to bother us."

      "Yes Master," I said.

Lucky for me there was a running track inside the gym on the second floor.
You went up the stairs to the second floor where the sumo classes were and
went through a door out onto a little balcony.  The track was wide enough
for three people to run shoulder to shoulder.  Anybody standing on the
ground floor could see the head of the first runner.  If you were sitting
at the top of the bleachers, you could see all three runners easily.  Coach
Kotake would ride a bike behind me as I ran the three miles.  Then it was
down the stairs, across the gym floor, and into the indoor weight room.
He'd put in whatever rock group he wanted to hear at the moment, crank it
loud, and start running me through the weight lifting stations.  Both of us
preferred free weights.  They made me work much harder than using the fixed
stations.  Kotake would get into my face and yell as I lifted the weight,
doing the particular exercise.  Of course he watched me to make sure I was
doing it right.  My bench press was now up to 310 and it was the last
station I went to.  Kotake would stand over me and yell at me as I
attempted the five reps. I fell short on the fifth one and he nodded.

      "You did fine," he said, slapping me on the back.

After that it was to the dojo for the martial arts training.  Two hours for
karate, two hours for kickboxing, two hours for kendo, and two hours for
sumo wrestling.  We took breaks in between bouts, and Kotake would explain
what I did wrong, or make suggestions to help me.  Then it was into the
indoor Olympic pool (it had been decided to build a building around it and
the roof had thick Plexiglas inserts to let in the sun) for my laps.  He'd
finish off my day with a massage and a long soak in the Jacuzzi in the fun
pool.  We even had sex in the Jacuzzi one evening.  I enjoyed getting my
ass fucked while lying on my back on the diving board.  That was daring and
fun!

      I even found the time to play my guitar in the recording studio on
the grounds.  Coach Kotake didn't know how to play but he enjoyed listening
to me play.  Playing my guitar relaxed me and I had a good time doing it.
I was working on some material I was learning because I had heard some of
my housemates had a band and they were losing one of their guitar players
when he moved down to southern Japan in the spring.  I wanted to audition
and hopefully win the job.  I thought it would be fun to play in a band.

      "You sure play good," Kotake said.

      "I keep an acoustic in my room and play whenever I can," I said as I
relaxed.  "I enjoy playing.  I learned how when I was owned by the man who
tattooed me.  He'd lock me in the room when he left the house.  I kept on
playing while I was in the bathhouse.  It was my constant companion through
everything."

      "You have been through a lot, but your life is getting better every
day," Kotake said.  "Even Dr. Toshio thinks so."

      "He sure knows how to ask the questions that makes me think," I said.
"I've talked about things I never knew was bothering me."

Kotake laughed.  "That he does.  He sure has a way of getting into people's
heads."

I grinned at that.  "Yes he does."

I played for a bit longer and then put it up.  We walked back to his
quarters and I got out of the heavy clothes and hung them up.  We had
dinner and then crawled into bed.

      School resumed in January.  Everybody came back and things got busy
once more.  Kotake asked the martial arts instructors to put me through a
few sparring sessions and they noticed the differences immediately.  They
liked my improvements and I even inspired some of the others.  There was to
be a meeting of all participants and I showed up along with the others.  We
were briefed on the setup, how the matches would be run, and how the winner
would be determined.  I took notes and listened.  This was going to be
quite an experience for me.  I trained even harder and marked off the days
on my calendar towards the weeklong tournament.





      The tournaments started in late February.  We were bused to the
airport to be flown to the host city.  This was the first real plane trip
for me and I was looking forward to the experience.  Coach Kotake came with
us to help chaperone and to help coach us.  He made damn sure I left my
collar back in my room at the house.

      "Too many questions would get asked," he said.

I saw the wisdom in that and left it behind in my nightstand.  We arrived
at the check in and was handed our assigned hotel.  Kotake got a note from
the officials to see them so he went and I followed the group to the
hotel. He knocked on my door an hour later.

      "The officials wanted to know what belt you were in your events.  So
you are to be tested tomorrow morning in karate, kickboxing, and kendo.
Get to bed a bit early tonight and I'll come for you in the morning,"
Kotake said as he left.

I was sharing with three other boys and they were a bit nervous.  I knew
why.

      "I give you guys my word of Honor I will not make a pass at you," I
said.

They smiled, looking relieved.  "If it were anyone else, we'd park his ass
in the bathtub for the week we are here.  You we don't need to worry
about."

I settled down into bed with a tournament book and fell asleep halfway
through the fourth chapter.  The guys woke me the next morning and helped
me with my mawashi after I had gone to the bathroom.  Then they helped me
with my stretches and gave me some advice before I left.  I chose to wear a
plain brown kimono and the traditional tabi shoes.  Coach Kotake briefed me
on a few things and gave me some pointers on the way down in the elevator.
We arrived in the room that we were to meet the testing officials in.  I
bowed and showed proper respect as Coach Kotake introduced me.  After
introductions and a short discussion the testing got underway.  First was
karate, followed by kickboxing, and then kendo.  They informed us that they
would give their decision this evening.  I went back to the room, showered,
and then dropped into bed.

      Kotake knocked on my door around four.  I let him in and he closed
the door behind me.  He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

      "You did one hell of a job this morning.  I was proud of you," he
said.

I smiled.  "Thank you Master.  I need to get dressed for the dinner.  I
just got out of the shower just before you knocked."

He sat in a chair and watched me dress as he told me of various fighters
that he saw arrive this morning.  As I pulled my school jacket on, the door
opened and the three guys who were rooming with me came in.

      "How did you do this morning?" one asked.

      "I'll know tonight," I said.  "They really pushed me good."

      "That's typical," Kotake said.  "I've seen people crumble under their
testing.  You did really good."

      "Gee, look at the time!" another boy exclaimed.  "We gotta get
ready!"

      "I'll see you guys in the principal's suite," I said, following
Kotake out.

The officials were in Sasaki's room as we arrived.

      "There you are.  I was about to knock on your door," Sasaki said.

One official stepped forward.  "Congratulations.  You are black belt,
second dan in karate, kickboxing, and in kendo.  Wear it with pride and
honor."

I bowed as he handed me the belts.  "Thank you sir."

They departed and as the door closed, Kotake grabbed me and hugged me hard.

      "I'm so proud of you!" he exclaimed.

Naturally the others applauded when they heard.  They wished me luck in the
tournament.  I wished them luck as well.  Then we went down to the
welcoming dinner.  The tournament would start the next day.

      I watched the fighters in the match before mine in the karate event
the next morning.  They were quite good and I studied their moves.  Then I
was called and I stepped up to face my opponent.  We bowed and I stepped
forward to offer my hand.  The other kid accepted the handshake with a
smile and we backed into our respective corners.  At the signal we came out
fighting.  I managed to win that match and advance to the next level.  I
had some really close matches but I managed to win them and capture the
silver trimmed black belt in the karate.  I did exceptionally well in
kickboxing and won that event.  I was hearing talk of a heavyset kid who
was angry because I was beating him out.  I beat him out for first in the
kendo event two nights later.  He turned red in the face and managed to
keep a grip on his temper.  The father even had the nerve to try and pay me
to take a dive in the sumo event. The guy had lots of yen in his hand and
people who were looking on including one tournament official were
horrified.

      "Honor cannot be bought or sold.  It must be earned," I said as I
turned away.

The man flipped out and screamed at me in anger.  I kept on walking.  I
would face the kid in the final match the next night.  I spent most of the
next day preparing for the event.  Tonight was it.  If I won, I would sweep
all the events, a first in the history of the tournament.  I got to the
building early and sequestered myself in a dressing room.  Coach Kotake got
the bright idea of having some of our other fighters go in and out of
another dressing room just in case Daddy or the kid's friends tried
something sneaky.  Turned out to be a bright idea.  One of the younger boys
videotaped a group of boys using handcuffs to keep the door from being
opened.  That would have been enough to disqualify the kid.  I decided to
fight him instead.

      The crowd got wild as the final event was called.  They booed the kid
as he arrived on the stage.  He showboated for a bit and picked up the
microphone and talked trash at me.  I couldn't believe it and neither could
anyone else.

      "That's okay," I said as we walked to the curtains.  "His time is
coming."

We nodded to the announcer and he introduced me to the crowd.  I walked
down the aisle alone as the crowd cheered.  The kid had a surprised look on
his face.  Then he snarled at me as he pulled off his kimono and flexed
what little muscle he had.

I sighed.  This kid was so nasty it wasn't funny.  I certainly had my work
cut out for me.  I watched him as he barely carried out the ritual required
of each fighter as he took his place.  I stood on the edge of the ring and
pulled my kimono off and people just went quiet.  I didn't participate in
the Sumo event because it conflicted with the other three events.  I kept
my eyes on my opponent as I properly observed the rituals and stepped into
place.  The place was so quiet you could hear the stage creak every time
fatso moved. We stared each other down.  I didn't blink, move, or sweat.
He lost the staring contest by looking away.  When he looked back, I saw a
trace of fear in his eyes.  I knew I had him.  At the signal, he charged,
dropping one hand down low and I knew he was trying for my crotch area.  I
jumped out of the way and he came to a stop, barely on the edge of the
ring.  I nudged him a little and he stepped right over the circle and the
referee awarded me the first point.  That pissed him off immensely.  I knew
he'd be charging at me on all cylinders this time.  Sure enough, he did.  I
tried side stepping him once more but he managed to grab me by one arm and
swung me off balance towards the circle.  I turned the move into a back
flip and landed behind him and quickly grabbed him and shoved him to the
edge of the circle.  He back kicked me, catching the side of my knee and
breaking the hold at the same time.  I hopped backwards, shaking the leg
trying to get feeling back in it.  As he turned to face me, he lost his
balance and started to fall, his back coming down on me.  I didn't think,
just reacted.  I grabbed the back of his mawashi and placed my right hand
in the middle of his shoulders and controlled his fall.  Then I started to
dead lift the kid.  I slowly pressed him overhead struggling as I did so.
I remembered hearing he was around 300 pounds.  I managed to get him all
the way up.  People were standing up watching the fight.  The kid suddenly
realized what had happened and swung his right fist right into my face.  I
shook off the blow and then set him on his feet outside the circle.  I was
awarded the second point.  One more to go.  Once the kid realized what had
happened, he totally lost it.  He charged me full speed, fists at the
ready.  At the last possible second, I stepped aside and he flew off the
stage.  The fight was over.  The crowd went completely nuts, bringing down
the house.  I smiled, and turned to the Emperor Hirohito and bowed.  Then I
bowed to the tournament official, and then to the crowd.





      At the awards dinner that night, I mounted the stage to receive my
swords.  Tubby and his father had been escorted out of the building once
the video of his friends trying to lock me in the dressing room was shown.
The school and the kid were banned for life.  Revenge is sweet.  I faced
the Emperor and bowed.

      "Forgive me, but I am not worthy of the Honor you wish to bestow on
me," I said.

He looked at me for a moment.  "You are worthy because you have the Samurai
spirit in you.  You have tried to live your life by the code of Bushido,
The Way of the Samurai.  You have overcome great trials that had been
placed in your path.  That is why you are worthy to wear these swords."

I bowed once more.  "Then I humbly accept this great Honor you bestow on me
and pray I will be found worthy of it."

I accepted them as the crowd applauded.  I turned and bowed to the audience
and then walked back to my table with the Oakwood lacquered box containing
the three swords.  I accepted congratulations from everyone, including Lord
Retsudo.  I couldn't wait to get back to my room and examine them.

      On the way up to my room, Kotake nudged me and I slowed up a little.

      "Sasaki's room," he whispered into my ear.

I nodded and continued on up the stairs to the elevator.  It was a bit
crowded in the lobby so I had a wait in front of the elevators.  I politely
declined the offer to get to the front of the line, preferring to wait like
everyone else.  I saw a few of the tournament officials whisper to each
other and I could imagine what they were saying.  I finally got in and rode
the elevator to our floor and got off.  I went and knocked on Sasaki's door
and Otani opened it.  I was glad to see him again.

      "Otani-san!  It's good to see you!" I exclaimed, bowing to him.

He grabbed me in a big hug.  "David-san!  You were great!"

I laughed as the door closed behind me.  "Thank you, Otani-san."

      "I knew when I saw you for the first time you would prove yourself to
be a man worthy to be called Samurai and you have," Otani said.

Lord Retsudo, Sasaki, and Kotake nodded agreement.  I placed the box on the
table and turned to the five cups of sake on the table.  Lord Retsudo
smiled and handed me a cup as the others took theirs.

      "A toast to the Young Dragon.  Today he has become Samurai," Lord
Retsudo said as he lifted his sake cup.

I got mine down without choking.  It burned a bit going down.  I blinked
the tears out of my eyes and the men laughed.

      "We'll make a man of you yet," Kotake grinned.

I looked at the box containing the swords.  "What now?"

Lord Retsudo smiled.  "With your permission, I'd like to look at the
swords."

      "Please," I said.

He opened the box and lifted out the Katana.  I stared at the scabbard.  It
was beautiful.  It was a deep cherry wood red with flecks of gold in it.
The end of the scabbard had black on it.  I felt something nudge me and I
looked up at Otani.

      "David-san?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

I took a breath and it cleared my head.  "It's beautiful."

      "Lord Retsudo hasn't drawn the blade yet," Otani said.

      "I believe he was talking about the scabbard," Sasaki said.

      "I was.  I've never seen wood done like that," I said.

Lord Retsudo studied the scabbard before pulling the blade.  "You are
right.  This has been done by a Master."

He pulled the blade and held it carefully.  "Be careful when you hold the
Katana, Dai-katana, or the Wakizaki.  The blades are extremely sharp and
could slice your finger off very easy and you wouldn't know it.  Once we
get back to the Academy I would like to examine them closer and find out
the history behind them."

      "Please," I said.  "Every Samurai should know the history behind his
swords."

Sasaki smiled.  "I know just the man to tell us."

Lord Retsudo replaced the sword in the scabbard and laid it back in the box
and closed it.

      "Kotake-san, please instruct him in the proper manner to place them
in a stand, how to carry them and so on," Lord Retsudo said.

Kotake bowed.  "I shall.  "Will he need a formal kimono with the wings for
special events at the school?"

      "He shall.  The school tailor can do the job," Lord Retsudo said.

I had seen pictures of them with the Clan crests on them.  Some of them
were amazing works of art, or so I thought.

      "On one condition," I said, turning to Lord Retsudo.

      "And that is?" he asked.

      "That it carry the Yaguu Crest on it.  I wish to be in your service,"
I said, bowing low to him.

I felt his hand on my shoulder.  "You are more Samurai and Japanese than I
shall ever be or hope to be.  Your loyalty to me is touching.  I have had
you in the bathhouse serving men's needs.  I have used you to serve a man's
needs to secure a contract from him and then ultimately his business.  I
saw you as a tool to be used to gain what I wanted and needed, you were
attacked and wounded, and yet you keep wanting to serve the Yaguu.  You
shall.  I will accept you into my service, not as Yakuza, not as a pleasure
boy, but as Samurai.  You have earned it."

I looked up at him, tears running down my face.  "Thank you Master."

      In a formal ceremony, Lord Retsudo presented me with a formal kimono
with another pair of swords as the school and Honored guests looked on.  I
tried to keep my emotions in check and managed to do so but once I was in
private with Retsudo and Kotake, the tears flowed freely.  They smiled and
hugged me, knowing what it was I was feeling inside.

      "I remember the day my Grandfather made me Samurai.  I too got very
emotional.  Every time I award this honor to a deserving boy I remember my
own ceremony.  Wear them with pride and Honor," Lord Retsudo said.

I smiled.  "I shall."

Coach Kotake turned to me.  "David, I am releasing you from your collar."

I looked at him.  "Don't you want to Master me anymore?"

He smiled at me.  "You and I are equals now.  However, I will continue to
guide you with a firm hand, and will continue to be your lover, and your
coach.  I would not abandon you completely."

Then it clicked.  "You have been in Lord Retsudo's service for a long
time," I said.

Kotake grinned.  "Oh yes, ever since I was a schoolboy here."

I smiled.  "Very cool!"

      "I think so.  Let me help you get dressed in your formal kimono and
put the swords on for the reception," Kotake said.

Sasaki and Lord Retsudo excused themselves and I took my suit off and hung
it in my closet.  Kotake helped me put the formal kimono on piece-by-piece
and explained how they went on.  Once I was ready he picked up his camera
and photographed me.

      "Are you ready?" he asked me.

I grinned.  "Let's do it."

      The guests applauded as I made my appearance.  The other boys who had
been awarded the Samurai rank also applauded as I took my place in the
ranks.  After the photographs had been taken, we broke ranks and mingled
with the guests as the party got started.  I was careful not to get
anything on my kimono.  I knew this would get sealed in special plastic
bags when it came off to preserve it until the next time.  I felt like I
was walking on cloud number one all night long.  I was truly happy for the
first time in my life.  Every thing was going well.

      I spent the weekend with Kotake.  We didn't do much of anything, just
relaxed on the balcony of the master bedroom at one of the guesthouses on
the grounds.  I lay in his arms, feeling very relaxed as he ran his hands
over my torso.  I sighed happily as he chuckled, listening to my moans of
pleasure.

      "Feeling good?" he asked.

      "Yes," I said.  "This is heaven."

He laughed at that.  "Yes it is, because you're here in my arms, my sweet
lover."

I looked up into his face and saw the look of love and longing in his eyes.
He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed.  He
tugged my shorts off and began to lick my cock erect.  I closed my eyes and
gave myself up to the pleasure.  Kotake spent nearly an hour licking,
sucking, touching, caressing, and feeling my body.  I felt his hands,
fingers, tongue, and mouth pleasure me, taking me to new heights of
pleasure I had never dreamed of, taking me to a high I'd never experienced
before as I cried out for blessed release.  He squeezed a bit of KY onto my
fingers and I slipped them into him and got him ready for my cock.  He lay
on his back with his legs spread wide for me.

      "I want to watch your face as you make love to me," Kotake whispered.
"Now make love to me."

He held m cock steady as I pushed into him.  I let my head go back as I
gasped from the entry.  I shivered as the feelings raced through me.  He
let go and I continued to penetrate him slowly, sinking each and every inch
of my six inches into him.  I stopped once I had my six inches completely
planted inside of him.  He held me under my arms and lifted his head to
kiss away my tears.

      "It's okay.  You're fine," he said softly.  "Make love to me, David.
I love feeling you inside of me."

I started to move my cock in and out of his ass as I closed my eyes and
gave myself up to the feelings.  I moaned, groaned, cried, and called his
name as I fucked him.  He whispered my name a few times, telling me he
loved having me inside of him.  I could feel something happening deep
inside of me.  I was seeing bright colors swirl around us, hearing strange
music, and them my body shook uncontrollably.  I was cumming.

      "CUMMING I'M CUMMING!" I screamed as I shot what was the biggest load
of my sperm deep into Kotake's ass.

I fucked hard and fast, completely out of control, crying as I ejaculated.
Kotake held onto me and kept calling out my name, and then I collapsed on
his body.  He let his legs down as my soft cock popped out of him.  He held
my sweaty body in his arms and gently rocked me as I cried into his
shoulder.  I don't even remember passing out.





      Spring finally came around, and with it came baseball season.  There
was no question about me joining the school team.  Anytime someone
mentioned baseball to me or around me, I'd get a silly smile on my face and
a loony look in my eyes.  That was clue enough I was psyched up for the
season.

      "Time to see if all that hard work in the off season paid off,"
Kotake said to us in the locker room.

Tryouts had been done in the field just after the snows had gone and the
team had been picked.  I had been working out on my game a little here and
there during my intense training for the martial arts tournament and got
back into it once Kotake and I returned from our weekend at the house.  To
my surprise, the intense training I had gotten had improved my reaction
time at my chosen position at right field.  I had the feeling something was
going to happen this year.  I didn't know what it was, but it would have a
profound effect on my life.

      The practices got started.  All of us guys worked hard and we slowly
came together as a unit.  My eagerness and joy at playing a game I loved
rubbed off on the other guys.  They got just as enthusiastic as I did.  We
won our two exhibition games and got so fired up we started winning games
left and right.  No matter where we played the bleachers were jammed full
every time.  What I had not known was that scouts from the Chunichi Dragons
were watching me.  I found out later it was Otani who tipped them off.  As
I understood the Japan baseball leagues, their games ran from April to
October, similar to the American baseball.  The high school league ran from
April to the end of the school year in June.  Well we steamrollered the
competition into the ground, winning every game we played.  I tried not to
let the success go to my head, opting to give the team credit every time I
was interviewed for the newspapers or TV sports.  Many of the commentators
liked my sportsmanship.

      Sasaki-koochoo sent for me at the end of May.  I arrived at his
office and bowed to him as he sat behind his desk.

      "You sent for me sir?" I asked as I bowed.

      "Yes.  These gentlemen wish to talk to you," he said as he introduced
them.

I turned and bowed to each one.  "I am honored to meet you.  Would you
gentlemen wish a cup of tea?"

After I served them I sat down in a chair with one for myself.  "How can I
help you?"

      "We are from the Chunichi Dragons.  We have been watching you for
some time and we would like to offer you an opportunity to join us," one of
them said.

I nearly stopped breathing.  Something inside told me this was the event
that was to happen.  I couldn't pass this up.  I stood up and bowed.

      "I am honored you have chosen me to join your organization.  I accept
your invitation," I said.

The two men smiled.  "Good.  There will be some conditions to follow,
nothing major.  We would like you to come out and join us for a practice
this Saturday morning and to meet the owner and stay for the game."

      "Of course.  We can talk business then," I said.

      "We'll send a van for you," they said.

I bowed once more.  "I'll be ready."

Once I left Sasaki's office, I sprinted across the campus and nearly broke
down Coach Kotake's door in my excitement.

      "IjustmetsomemenfromtheChunichDragonsandtheywantmetojoin!" I yelled.

      "Whoa!" Slow down and say that again!" Kotake said, backing up.

I took a breath.  "I just met two men in Sasaki-koochoo's office.  They
were from the Chunichi Dragons and they want me to join them!"

Kotake blinked as he slowly sat down in his chair.  "Wow.  Talk about a
golden opportunity.  You sure got it."

      "They are picking me up early Saturday morning to go and join a
practice.  I'll talk to their owner, and take in a game.  I would feel
better if you came with me as an advisor," I said.

      "I'll be ready.  In fact, why don't you stay with me on Friday night
so we can sneak out without any problems?" Kotake suggested.

      "Okay," I said.

      "I suggest you keep this to yourself for the time being," Kotake said
as I left.

      "Good idea," I said and left his office.

      Friday night rolled around and I was packed and ready to go.  Kotake
gave me a bath and a rub down to help relax me.  He took my hard cock in
his hand and gently stroked me to a body shaking climax.  I drifted off to
sleep right after.  He kissed me awake the next morning around seven.  I
sprang out of bed with a smile and sporting morning wood.  Kotake laughed
as I pranced into the bathroom to take care of business.  He served a
breakfast of tea, yogurt, fruit, and eggs.  I dressed in jeans, shirt,
trainers (that's what I call my shoes), and the school jacket.  The van
arrived right on schedule in front of administration and after
introductions we climbed in and headed for Nagoya Dome.  I laughed and
joked around with the driver and one of the men I had met in Sasaki's
office.  Already I could tell this was going to be a good day.

      The players on the team had been told of my appearance there in
advance and they made me feel welcome.  A locker was provided for me and I
stripped down to dress in my school team's uniform.  I knew they were
staring at my tattoo.  I was so used to it by now I forget it's there.  I
wiggled into my jockstrap and adjusted the cup in place.

      "Going to need a new one soon," I said, breaking the silence.  "This
one's getting a bit too tight."

      "What size is that one?" the manager asked me.

I pulled it off and checked the size.  He came back a moment later and
handed me one a size larger.  I got it on and it fit perfectly.

      "Much better," I said as I pulled my pants on.

I turned around to see the guys staring at me.  "Long story.  I'll tell it
sometime."

      "We know about you, having read your story in the paper.  We never
thought you'd actually be standing in here one day," one guy said.

      "I'd never thought someone could be that cruel, to do what he did to
you," another guy said.

      "I've gotten past it and moved on with my life," I said.

      "Yeah you sure have.  You're okay in my book," the team catcher said,
reaching out to shake my hand.

That broke the ice and soon we were engaging in jokes and backslapping.  I
finished dressing and sat down on the carpet and started my stretches.

      "What are you doing?" one of the guys asked me.

      "Stretching out," I said.  "Very important."

      "You don't need to," another voice said.

I stood up and explained why.  The team manager grinned and informed me I
had passed one test.  I followed the team out to the field.

      "How many turns around the perimeter makes three miles?" I asked.

The manager blinked.  "You run three miles?"

      "Every day without fail," I said.

He told me and I sprinted off.  The team followed me until the three miles
had been completed.  I sat down on the grass and listened to the coach and
then we got busy.  The current right field was a jerk.  He acted like he
was so much better than any one else.  I knew I would replace him.  I did
what they wanted, batting balls into the outfield.  I could tell they were
impressed by my batting ability.

      "Take the right field position," the coach directed me.

      "Yes sir!" I said, bowing.

I jogged to the spot as the man sashayed past me.  I came to a dead stop as
I realized where I had seen that type of walk before.

      "Is there anyone named Hayato in your family?" I asked him.

He smiled.  "Oh yes.  He was wrongfully convicted of a crime and put into a
juvenile prison," he said in a girl's voice.

I couldn't resist yanking his chain.  "Really?  I met him there when I did
my time.  He couldn't blow a cat's dick to save his smelly carcass."

All the guys collapsed in laughter as the man screeched at me.

      "He dressed weird, he smelled weird, he walked weird, he talked
weird, and all he was good for was a good laugh every time he walked past.
Has he stopped wearing the cow's condom he calls a glove?" I asked.

The guys howled even louder as the man got really red faced.
"You... barbarian!"

He stomped off the field and as he passed the owner he stated," If
that... thing joins this team I'll... I'll quit!"

The owner grinned as he looked at me.  "Will you join the team?"

      "Yes.  I would be honored to," I said, bowing.

The owner turned to queeny, as I had dubbed him.  "Don't bother turning in
anything except for your pass card.  You know where the exit is."

Queeny threw down his card and stormed off the field in a rage.  A pair of
security officers followed him to make sure he left.  A moment later a
radio on a nearby security officer reported Queeny was gone.  Everyone
cheered as I smiled.  Orders were given to remove the man's locker and
destroy it permanently.  I cracked my knuckles.

      "Can I continue with my tryout?" I asked.

The manager pointed to right field and I went to work.  To say they were
astonished at what I could do was an understatement.  As I worked my
position, Coach Kotake was looking over the contract I was to sign.

      "Is he still on probation?" the owner asked.

      "No.  He was fully released last month.  He's a free man," Kotake
said as I walked over to him.

      "David, as your advisor I am telling you to sign this contract,"
Kotake said.

The contract was simple.  I'd get paid so much Yen per game, stay in
school, maintain a B average, and stay way out of trouble.  In the presence
of the players, the press that happened to be there, and with Kotake
signing as a witness, I signed the contract and became an official Chunichi
Dragon.  I went back into the dressing room and got measured for two sets
of uniforms.  As I walked to the shower to clean up a bit, Kotake hugged
and kissed me.  We forgot where we were until someone cleared his throat.
We turned to see the players looking at us.  The catcher handed the pitcher
a stack of yen.

      "Hey, if you guys are lovers it's cool with us.  But David here needs
to be initiated by us," one guy said.

      "I take it you guys like to play," I said.

The guy snorted.  "We're together for the baseball season.  Sometime we
need relief and want to get it but can't.  So we play with each other.
Quite often we pass the batboys around in here and they love having our
cocks in their ass."

      "On one condition," I said.

      "What's that?" the guy asked.

      "You wrap it before stuffing my ass full of your cock," I said.

The guy smiled.  "Pass the condoms, boys.  Time to initiate ass."





      I was introduced to the crowd that night.  They gave me an
outstanding ovation as I came on the field.  I knew for sure I had finally
gotten what I wanted.  I was playing ball and getting paid for it, I was in
service to a great Clan, and I had the love of a man that meant a lot to
me.  I was so hyped up I turned in one of the best performances ever.  The
after game party in the locker room was awesome and the owner of the team
was smiling.  He was looking forward to a great season and so were the
other guys.  I got another look at the cocks that had been up my ass
earlier that afternoon and smiled.  I enjoyed having them screw me, but the
only one that could truly satisfy me was Kotake.  I decided to have him
make slow sweet love to me in the morning.

      Kotake was looking at me when I woke the next morning.  He smiled as
he watched me wake up and stretch.

      "Your future is set," he said, holding up the school paper and the
Tokyo Times.

I took them and set them aside.  "I'll read them later.  Please make love
to me."

      "Your wish is my desire," he said softly as he ran his fingertip down
the middle of my torso, making me shiver.

We made love, our bodies joining together in places. Mouths on mouths,
tongue in mouths, cocks in mouths, nipples in mouths, fingers in ass,
tongues in ass, and then finally, cock in ass.  I cried out his name in
passion as he drove his cock deep into my teen boy pussy.  We changed
positions a few times, starting with me on hands and knees, then on my side
with a leg lifted, then on my back with my legs on his shoulders, ending up
with me lying on the cushion with my ass in the air.  Once he settled his
body on mine, I knew he would cum this time.  He pushed himself deeper each
in stroke as I cried for him to cum inside of me.  He started rabbit
fucking me hard, and then suddenly he exploded inside of me, shooting his
cum deep inside of me.  I shivered and cried, feeling fully satisfied now
that he had cum inside of me.  I sighed as we came down form our orgasmic
high.

He took me into his arms and kissed me deeply.  He gently prepared my cock
for his fucking.  I pushed into him and made love to him.  I fucked him
slow and gentle until I couldn't stand it anymore and blew my load deep
into him.  He picked me up in his arms after I had my cum and carried me to
the bathroom and tenderly washed me clean.  Back in bed after he had
changed the sheets, we cuddled and kissed.  I lay in his arms as we
discussed the future.  It looked so bright to us and I hoped nothing would
stand in our way.  We would face whatever came our way.


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