This is a work of fiction ... I wish .All rights reserved. You must be over 18 to read. To him.....cause he told me to write this then forget it all.This is a collaborative work by three of us. Many thanks to my two friends from Asia who brought their insight into this story. Besides being sexy you guys rock! Reader be aware that we have various characters speaking in this saga and commentaries. I have tried to give different writing formats for the two speakers and the observations in a completely different color so as to reduce any confusion. Despite this novel approach, we believe however the story is a knockout! There may be more to come!
I can hear Jeff moaning in the other room. They are taking Jeff's 18-year-old cherry. Mark's virginal butt will be next and I'm helpless to stop any of it . I try to blot out the sounds of Jeff getting screwed but my brain takes it in. Did I moan that way at 18 when I got...and then the memories flood in.
I had just turned 18 that senior year in high school. I'd finished that year as soccer captain of a winning team and had my acceptance letter to the military academy in my shirt pocket. Janet, my steady, was finally putting out for me and the world was looking good.
I had gone out for track after soccer season and was heading from practice to my class in international relations. Today we had some guest speaker from the Japanese consulate and my teacher had sworn he would skin anyone who was late! I'd raced to shower to change and headed to the lecture still dripping wet . My tee shirt clung tightly to my wet frame and it felt like my jeans were pasted on me. On the way I noticed some of the sophomore girls giving me the once over. Well why not. I was 6', cut and leanly muscular, with blonde hair and, as Janet said, sexy green eyes. Janet confessed to me that it was my hot looks & body that seduced her to 'doing it'. Thinking about her comments brought a smile to my face. I got to the lecture just in time I still was smiling when I got to the room and first saw him. He was about 5'6''. Dark hair , clean-shaven, about 30 and, good-looking. The speaker was gazing at the class with an enigmatic look. I wondered what he thought about us.
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His noncommittal smile was perfectly hiding the contempt he felt while observing the chatting students. Although familiar with western culture he still found it difficult to understand how the fathers of these superficial ignorant bums did succeed to inflict such devastating humiliation on his glorious nation. Japan or Nippon, as they called their island, once borne straight from divine spirit of the goddess of sunrise, was meant to rule Asia and beyond the world. His culture was based on discipline, honor, respect to authority - in particular the elderly -, and the absolute and unconditional surrender of selfish, individual desires to the well being of the community.
These values lead the imperial forces, heirs of the ancient Samurai, to crushing victories over their Asian opponents. Their brave and fearless warriors had even successfully fought the American invaders, who had come to seek revenge for the pathetic loss of their fleet at Pearl Harbor. Nippon ruled them easily until all that glory was melted down to fiery ashes, maimed in ruthless monstrous nuclear strikes, cowardly executed against the unsuspecting civilian population of two entire cities.
His smile was true when he savored that the enforced concession of unconditional surrender had not ended the fight, but gave THEM time to regroup their forces, valuable time to adapt to the modern western art of war without honor. THEY were already taking back what was meant to be THEIRS.
THEY had trained him well, and so he knew that this was not the time to indulge in memories of a glorious past, nor the proper moment to get carried away by visions of an even more glorious future. His disciplined mind focused back on his task to select another victim. Who could have guessed that his smile did hide the vicious determination of a predator?
His eyes finally rested on an athletic built teen arriving late - typical - who strolled to a chair in the first row of the auditorium. He straddled the chair and lowered his brawny form spreading his well-muscled thighs, while wearing a boyish but cocky self-confident grin, obviously conscious about the longing glances from the girls - typical. He was wearing a damp tight tee shirt emphasizing his well-developed pecs and six-pack abs and an equally tight pair of ass-hugging jeans clearly showing that he was not wearing any underwear. Typical! Monkey in heat! Why did this bum put his body so indecently on display and why was his hair wet? Appalled by the pair of worn out sneakers the grinning youth was wearing, he imagined the smelly feet - no socks, typical!
These students had no sense for duty, for authority or any obligation. Chewing gum, burgers, drugs and sex were the force driving their pathetic lives. How could it be that the female students were falling so easily only because of some bulging crotch? Well, he would put this body to a test.
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I felt his eyes bore into me and I think I blushed. Throughout the lecture it seemed he was staring at me. Afterwards he spoke to the teacher and I found out he had offered to let me intern for a day at the consulate! I was floored but highly grateful as it would be a plus when I went to the academy in the fall. I made arrangements to go there that Saturday .
On Saturday I arrived at the consulate freshly scrubbed. I had remembered how he emphasized the Japanese belief in cleanliness.
He was there alone explaining that everyone had gone to some function. He led me into a side room. He had me sit on a huge couch and left. When he returned his brought in a tray with a small bottle on it and two small cups. He said it was Sake and he poured some for me. I had never tasted it before. It burned and tasted different. He smiled and poured me more. I never noticed that he didn't touch his. By the third cup I was feeling slightly high and couldn't focus right. He came up to me and started talking. As he spoke I felt weak inside. He told me how much I had pleased him by coming. He kept repeating how pleased I made him until I found that I just wanted to please him. I broke out into a dumb smile and he nodded appreciatively.
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How easy they fall into obedience. These young white American boys. They show off to the entire world with an arrogant ego. They take pride in sexual desirability with women and flaunt their young buff bodies in inappropriate manners. But in reality all it takes is a subtle push and they crumble into a docile puppy eager to be controlled.
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He came to the couch, sat close and, reached over to unbutton my shirt. As he did he explained how the Sake had been laced with a hypnotic drug that rendered me highly pliable to suggestion and commands. He told me how my fresh scrubbed All-American looks & tight muscular body was highly sensual for him, although I would need to adapt to Japanese standards of body hygiene. I protested that I had scrubbed my body thoroughly, but he smiled and let me through a door into a shower room.
He had to have me. Knowing I was straight made it even more erotic for him. American youth was arrogant he said. By taking me he evened the score in a way for his people. It would please him. He reminded me how important that was to me. I just listened and trembled with a desire to please him.
Ah so easy . I watched as his eyes light up with surrender . I savored his submission. He was mine! I had conquered him!
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I felt my shirt open and the cool air hit my chest. He told me how nice my nipples were and how much I probably wanted them touched. I found myself nodding as he pressed his palms against them. I felt them stiffen as he warmly rubbed them and listened as he reminded me how much it turned me on. My cock stirred as he played with my chest. He slowly massaged my pecs and ran his hands down my six-pack toward my belt. All during this he repeated to me how much this turned me on and my head swirled in a rush of sexual heat. I could hear my ragged breath quicken as he undid my belt and zipper so he could slip inside my briefs. The warm touch of his hands on my cock and balls sent electric sparks throughout my body. I could barely suck in enough air as he leaned in and nibbled on my neck. My head filled with his encouragement to give in to my desires to serve him. A low guttural moan came out from deep inside me and I knew he spoke the truth. When he wondered how I could stand being clothed with him I found myself rushing to shed my remaining clothes..
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It is always amusing when my conquests willingly comply with my slightest suggestion.
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I was staring at him lost in a sexual heat I had never known before. He smiled and removed his clothes. His body was hairless except for his crotch. He was aroused and commented on how much I must enjoy seeing him so pleased. I had never seen a man fully erect before and I felt a warm flush in my cheeks. He told me to kneel . My senses were reeling with sensations I'd never felt for any man before.
He approached and asked me to savor his manhood. His engorged cock was inches from my mouth at that point. I had never sucked a man's dick before and hesitated. He whispered to me in soft tones that I needed to taste him; that I desired to savor him; that I truly longed to service his Asian manhood with my American tongue. My lips opened. He entered. As I nursed my first cock he cooed more encouragements and I found, as he kept saying I would, a rising sexual need in my body to suck more. He reveled in telling me how much he enjoyed sexually conquering young ,straight, good-looking, muscular American boys especially ones that were athletes. Subverting them gave him the most joy. I continued my oral service without a whimper of protest. He turned on the shower bathing me in the warm waters.
I sucked and orally nursed his manhood feeling every vein and ripple of his cock with my tongue. He moaned his appreciation. I felt fulfilled. I was serving him and it was as fantastic as he said it would be. A part of me vaguely tried to object but the steady stream of his voice kept filling my brain so that soon the critic inside was defeated. Under his direction I tasted my first man. My mouth savored the sweet salty taste of his Asian juices the room filled with the sounds of cascading water and my own mewing of desire. I was where I knew I needed to be ...on my knees , worshiping my Asian master .He pulled out all too soon. Then he reached over to a nearby table where a filled cup lay. He quickly handed me more Sake to drink. My will was his at this point. Whatever he required I had to submit to. By now I was soaking wet. He ordered me to lie face down on the tiles while hot water was cascading down lavishly on my tight sculpted form.
From out of nowhere he produced a piece of soap and started to rub it on my back. His slender hands where traveling up and down my spine sending shock waves of sexual stimulation through my body. His palms cupped my athletic buttocks and squeezed them. Slowly his fingers found their way in the crack between my twisting butt cheeks
Then I felt him lay on top of me. His smooth hairless body was soft. He told me how Japanese men have little body hair and how much that truly excited me. I found it did. I squirmed under him feeling the incredible texture of his skin rubbing on every part of my body. It was like being covered in satin. He encouraged me to express my pleasure and I found myself sighing and begging him not to get off me! As he said it would my own cock rose fully.
Can there be any greater thrill then the precise second a straight young American hunk beg to be defiled?. How natural it soon becomes for them to want to be unmanned by a superior Asian. This athletic young straight boy writhes under me like a cheap whore. Even now he whimpers enticingly. Once more an old shame is avenged in part. I have him. He awaits only my penetration. Ah but true pleasure of conquest is best savored slowly.
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Suddenly he got of me. The cold air on my body left me feeling empty. Then he grabbed me and pulled me onto my feet. He dragged me into the next room like a puppet without any own will. I saw a Jacuzzi filled with steaming water and before I knew it he had pushed me inside. I felt like a lobster pushed into boiling water. The heat was unbearable. My skin felt as if it was going to peel of in large chunks. My mouth opened to scream in sheer pain and agony but he had joined me and closed my mouth with a kiss. My skin had turned crimson. The heat was sapping my remaining energy and any will to resist from my body. I floated in heat and felt being pulled towards him he embraced me while pulling me on to his lap. I heard him chuckle.
Yes another young arrogant American experiences true defeat ! I have won once more. His eyes blaze with the need for my Asian manhood to claim him.
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I felt his hard cock press between my cheeks and listened as he instructed me on how much I wanted to perform one final act to please him. I gasped and nodded as he pumped my young cock. And so it happened. I just spread my legs and let him impale me. As he told me, I felt a roar of pleasure upon his entrance into me. I listened to him groan and savored him being inside my once virginal chute. His upward thrusts lit a fire in me. I submitted, to the need he placed in me. Through it all he encouraged me and tutored me in my performance until I was bucking on his pole in a sexual frenzy of desire. As he exploded inside me I gasped and, as he said I would, I found myself erupting in a copious stream of warm cum which was absorbed by the bubbling water. My insides savored the wet heat of his seed that was now in me. He took me sexually for the rest of the afternoon finally ending our session with me being on my stomach once more for his final burst within me.
When it was over he pulled my limp body from the Jacuzzi. He grasped my chin and lowered my front jaw. I was too drugged to resist and to be honest something inside me just wanted to obey him .He poured more of the laced Sake down my throat and then directed me to stare into his eyes. He continued speaking to me. It all got fuzzy. Then I blacked out.
I shook my head. He was sitting in a chair smiling. At the time I thought that I had passed out like a wuss from drinking too much. I felt like an idiot but he was pretty nice about it explaining how Sake was deceptively powerful to inexperienced drinkers. I left that day thinking I was on a lucky roll. I thought I'd never see him after that.
I was wrong!
Life went on for me. I graduated from the academy and rose up to the rank of Lt Col. before I retired out at 20 yrs. married Janet in secret a few months after HS graduation. I'd gotten her pregnant. Funny I had refused to use any protection or let her go on the pill. It just felt wrong. It was a tough 4 years hiding our marriage from the academy but when my twin sons were borne it felt right. Jeff was my spitting image while Mark had his mother's dark good looks. I watched them grow into athletic young men full of life. To my fatherly pride they both excelled in sports and together we three worked on keeping our bodies in shape. It just felt right teaching them how to look good. Watching the girls swarm around them was rewarding.
Then the ultimate for me. Both boys got accepted into a military academy. Jeff was going to the air force while Mark was all for the navy. No matter, things were fine. Then I got a phone call. The voice said only one word . My past flooded in and I felt my willpower slipping away. After that a package came as he said it would. I convinced Janet that she needed a break from the three of us and sent her off to visit her mom for a week. Tonight I asked the boys to join me in our den to share a drink. They were surprised as I was strict about liquor but it was a 'special' occasion. I brought out the bottle. It was Sake. Jeff wondered why that but I just shrugged. They smiled. My handsome beautiful athletic boys just smiled at me with total trust. I poured them both a big glass and watched as they drank. My boys never had a chance. As the drugged liquor did its work I 'helped' each of them to the bedroom. I stripped them off and made sure to bathe them. He insisted that it be done. In Japan cleanliness was an obsession. I washed their hard muscular bodies and then poured more of the Sake down their unresisting throats. Their eyes stared at my face unfocused yet questioning. They will easily fall under his hypnotic power now. Then I went to our front door, unlocked it, took a shower, and lay naked face down on my bed. As I felt him enter our house I rose up on all fours and fingered my chute. I felt him in the room before I heard his laughter as I continued to finger my waiting hole. I was to learn later that he had brought his sons Taka and Kenzo, young men in their early 20's , for their first "assignment. It would be these young men who would one day take over from him and carry the job further to the next generation. I felt a flush of embarrassment mingled with desire. The sight of three powerful Asian men watching me sexually perform for their amusement filled me with longings for long ago.
I must admit that my sons appearance make me sigh - inwardly. Although I had accepted their strategy to "blend in" by assimilating western culture, I would have preferred my sons to wear a more traditional, more decent outfit. But my issue couldn't have been farer from my idealistic imagination.
Taka had colored his hair to metallic copper with dyed strains of steel blue. His full hair was in chaos barely tamed by gel and other ointments, which I, as his father, wouldn't want to know. His lean body was dressed in a black meshed tank top, jacket, pants and booths all black leather. A pair of mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes.
Kenzo's hair was colored as well: jet-black and yellow, but he had shaved his head leaving just a Mohawk style, which ended in a long tail down his back. His ears, nose and eyebrows, even his tongue were pierced with silver clips, nails and pins.
Working out and training regularly in a dojo he was unusual muscle-packed for a Japanese, wearing a black A-shirt, tight blue jeans and a pair of black biker boots.
I hated it. I would have interfered with severe paternal authority against that decadent western punk look, but THEY wanted it that way and I was expected not to question THEIR authority.
While Kenzo entered Mark's room, I followed Taka who was to "take care" of Jeff. It was with satisfaction that I saw that the the teen had been primed well by his father. He was well scrubbed, lying naked on his back ; his glazed green eyes staring to the ceiling. I noticed the strong resemblance to his father when he had been initiated 20 years ago. I envied my son his conquest.
I nodded to Taka who seized the drugged stud's ankles and flipped him on to his stomach. There was no sign of any emotion on his face when he unzipped his pants and pulled his semi-hard cock out. With a few skilled strokes he brought his cock to full hardness. Taka spread Jeff's legs apart, reached under the muscular thighs and took hold of the teens arms by grabbing the wrists. With one powerful swift move he pulled the wrists from under the thighs forcing Jeff into a hunched position with his unprotected ass in the air and his face buried in the mattress. Taka's cock penetrated almost effortless Jeff's sphincter causing the hunky teen to moan. Quickly Taka whispered to the helpless young American how much he truly desired what was happening to him and how he truly longed to be fucked by a superior Asian. In no time the once virginal blonde young American hunk was thrusting his ass up and groaning for more. Taka quickly withdrew from the young mans ravished chute and flipped him onto his back. With a series of fluid motions he raised the young American's powerful legs , spread them and, re-penetrated his victim. As he did so he pulled a plastic flask from his back pocket and thrust the nozzle into the hunky young jock's mouth . My son squeezed the bottle and I watched bemused as the helpless future young American pilot sucked away on the liquid like a newborn baby. My son continued his anal defilement as the prone American boy under him meekly gulped in more of the laced Sake. With each thrust Taka continued his verbal taunts and instructions. Yet, there was no sign of any emotion from my young son, whose eyes were still hidden behind the mirrored glasses. By the time he was done the handsome muscular young American was begging for the honor of being fucked by my son. We had been victorious. Once more! I was satisfied with my son's cool professional performance. Perhaps there was still a part of the ancient spirit alive in this young generation. I left them confident in Taka's ability to instruct the young man how one properly services his Asian master. I was also anxious to see how my more rebellious other son was doing in his task
Alarmed by some rumbling noise from Mark's room I rushed in case Kenzo needed my help. Kenzo's clothes lay discarded in front of the bed. Glistening with sweat Kenzo had pinned the arms of a struggling Mark in an iron grip to the bed. One of Mark's legs was resting immobilized on Kenzo's broad tattooed shoulder while the other one was trying to kick his opponent. Kenzo's proud manhood was pressing into the young American's anal ring.
The future Navy cadet had obviously freed himself partly from the effects of the drug and was resisting the initiation. Mark's dark muscular body hair was damp from perspiration. Kenzo leaned in to cover his victim's mouth with his own. I watched as the young American desperately fought Kenzo's attempt to force him into a kiss and prevent his sexual defilement!
I realized with anger that Kenzo had not used additional Sake as he had been instructed for a situation like this. Instead Kenzo was trying to break the American by force. Kenzo released Mark's arms put his hand behind the teens head and forced his mouth on his victim's, while his other hand locked around Mark's dick starting with a number of short quick strokes. Mark's arms were pounding Kenzo and attempting to push him off. Luckily Kenzo had a firm grip on him and he continued thrusting his cock into the young American using the pressure of his body weight in a downward motion. I feared to interfere with my son's actions for he had made it clear he wanted no help from me before we came. What was he doing!
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(As Mark fought his mind raced. He could not believe what was happening. One moment he drinking with his brother and his dad and the next thing he knew he was naked and some freaky Asian asshole is trying to kiss and fuck him. He tried to put up a fight but the drug was at least partly disabling him. He didn't know what was going on or where the punk was coming from but he concentrated & tried to focus on keeping his anal muscles tight while he fought . He was close to regaining control, feeling how his other muscles started to respond to the commands of his brain when the Asian shifted his weight and attacked his sphincter with his cock from a different angle while still making sure to keep his mouth firmly on Mark's closed lips.. When Mark tried to adjust and to counter the young Japanese's new anal assault , his opponent easily adjusted his strategy to compensate . Kenzo put his waist into a spiraling motion and leaned his rigid cock forcefully against Mark's hole. Although he tried to keep the invader out Mark felt his sphincter slowly giving in to the mounting pressure of his opponent's dick.Then in one final thrust down by young Kenzo it was all over. Mark's felt his muscular anal ring yield. A thought raced through his mind. He was getting butt fucked! All he could concentrate on was how the young Asian's rock hard dick was gradually slipping in deeper and deeper. The pain was so intense he went limp for a second from the shock of the penetration. Mark felt an unbearable bolt of pain as his cherry was busted and he experienced for the first time how it felt to be impaled on a hefty dick. The feeling was overwhelming, as if he was stuffed from his ass up to his throat. Undulating waves of pain were gradually, thanks to his prior drink of laced Sake, merging with sensations of sexual pleasure that traveled up and down his spine. It was that moment that spelled his defeat. Kenzo pulled back from him . Mark watched the triumph in the punk's eyes. His mouth opened involuntarily in a gasp of protest and at that moment the punk spit a mouthful of saliva mixed with an aromatic burning liquid down his throat. Mark felt the liquid race down into his gut. His brain went woozy and his powerful body ceased any further struggles to resist. Mark was mentally staggered. Why had he stopped resisting. He was letting himself be fucked by a guy! Kenzo smiled at him and continued his anal thrust.)
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I was furious! Only his discipline and years of training to control my emotions prevented me from manhandling my son on the spot. Kenzo had kept the Sake in his mouth. That was intolerable.
The drug if not swallowed was known having an enhancing effect on sexual stimulations. I was clear now that Kenzo had chosen to play out one of his erotic fantasies and used the laced Sake to get a maximum of turn on while humiliating the half-drugged desperately struggling American teenager.
There was nothing wrong to derive some pleasures from a well done "priming", but - apart from the obvious risk to swallow the drug - the purpose of the priming was to create obedient servants in all levels of the American society capable to breed and to propagate the smooth subversion.
Kenzo had permitted his animal instincts to dominate and had put his pleasure in the first place. He was risking too much to "turn" the subject's sexual orientation too far, Kenzo was rendering the American incapable being able to enjoy female company.
(The shock of being sexually conquered by a man had shattered Mark's mental strength and the Sake "infused" by Kenzo's kiss primed him finally for the necessary state of receptiveness for a total reprogramming. Kenzo continued pumping the muscular American's buttocks with his rock hard dick as he continued twisting and stroking the now equally hard American's dick. He was an experienced lover and used an intricate technique by applying different grades of stimulating pressure from his thumb to Mark's purplish highly sensitive dick head. Whenever he sensed the first shivers of Mark's climax his thumb closed on the piss lit while his fist closed the grip with brutal force, leaving the teen in utter frustration by denying him relief. Mark's glazed eyes where wide open but he saw nothing but Kenzo's dark big eyes and the hoarsely muttered words of mind-priming were indiscriminately absorbed by his unresisting mind. By the time Mark was permitted to climax the raging heterosexuality of his prior life had been gelded and in its place resided a docile submissive boy longing to serve a son of Nippon even if it meant obeying an order to sleep with a now sexually uninteresting member of the opposite sex to please his Asian master.)
I left them. There would be time later to criticize what I had witnessed. But for now , I had someone waiting for my pleasure. How much joy would I feel as I told him all that I had seen tonight involving his sons!
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I can hear Mark's low moans. They must have had finished with Jeff then. He and his sons will soon be done taking his pleasure with them. Then he will come into my bedroom. He will find me naked, ass up, on all fours waiting to be screwed by him. Will it feel like it did so long ago? I doubt it. Last time I was just a kid. I'm still in shape but that smooth boy is gone. He bragged to me before he went to my son's rooms. After he fucks me he will erase this night from all of our minds but I know he will leave us all reprogrammed. He boasted about it before he went to my boy's room. They will not remember their defilement but after tonight they will also experience a vague unease with me. Things between the three of us will never be the same. Well it's only right. I did set them up to be fucked both in mind and body. I deserve it. Mark is moaning more. He must be close to climaxing for him. My eyes are wet. Soon..... He will be here soon. He'll fuck my ass, pour Sake down my throat then he will leave...but he will come back in the future. He's programming my hypnotically drugged boys to do what I did . Get their present girlfriends pregnant in the next month. They will have sons thanks to another drug he has injected into them...like he must have injected into me so long ago. Raise those sons to be athletic & healthy . At some point when their own offspring are in their 18 yr. old prime their fathers, my sons, will get a phone calll. Once they hear that trigger word they will set up their own sons for THEIR pleasure. My own grandsons lost to his future generations! He's here now. He removes my finger from my hole. It's loose as he wanted it to be. I feel him on me. His flesh rubbing against mine. It's like satin. But what does it all mean?
He moans once more under my hard cock. How long ago I first had him. Back then I craved only a conquest. But now my sons and I crave more!
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