Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 11:39:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Soldiers and Boys in Wartime ? Part 6

Soldiers and Boys in Wartime – Part 6

Schoolboy Geishas
March, 1942
Japanese Imperial Forces, 25th Army, Military Intelligence Unit


Major Tanaka removed his wire-rim glasses and rubbed his eyes.
The task of reviewing the large cache of captured British
documents was tedious but important. He ran a handkerchief over
his face and buzz-cut hair, damp with sweat in the tropical
heat.  Looking out through the open windows of his combination
office and living quarters, Tanaka admired the lush green
playing fields of what until recently had been St. George's
School for Boys, Singapore's preeminent boarding school for the
sons of British families living throughout Southeast Asia.

Time for a break, he thought to himself.  The 28-year-old
officer picked up the small hand-bell from his desk and gave it
a quick shake.  Almost immediately the door opened, and the boy
who had been waiting outside entered and bowed stiffly at the
waist.

"Chuumon wo omachishiteimasu, Goshujin-sama!" ("I await your
orders, Master!"), said the boy, trying his best to perform the
deferential response to the summons in a way that would satisfy
the man.

Not bad, thought Tanaka. The pronunciation was reasonably good,
and the bow was too deep by only a centimeter or two.  Certainly
nothing to warrant disciplining the boy with the strap.  He
would work later with the lad to help him achieve perfection.
For now, though, he had much more pleasant things on his mind.

"I will have tea, Nigel-chan," said Tanaka in English, using the
diminutive Japanese suffix with Nigel's name. "In the usual
manner of service."

"Dekiru koto wa nandemo shimasu, Goshujin-sama" ("As you
command, Master"), the boy recited, bowing again.  The man
winced slightly at a flawed inflection in the phrase, but he let
it slide.  Nigel had been working to learn the Japanese language
ever since the Imperial Army had conquered the British colony of
Singapore, 4 weeks previously, but it was slow-going.  Major
Tanaka required the 12-year-old's use of Japanese in certain
situations, but the intelligence officer was reasonably fluent
in English, so it was easier for them to communicate in the
boy's native language.

Nigel walked across the room and plugged in the electric kettle
to heat water.  Then he began undressing, in the very meticulous
manner that Tanaka required.  He was wearing traditional English
school-boy clothing - the same uniform he'd worn when the room
in which he now stood had been one of his classrooms.  Nigel
removed his tie, folding it in thirds and placing it just–so on
the table.  He did the same with his white short-sleeved shirt,
arranging it as if it were displayed at a clothing store.  His
shoes came off, then his knee socks, then his short gray
trousers... until he was wearing only underpants that were a
size too small.  The whole time, Nigel kept his gaze
respectfully downcast, never once glancing at his master. But he
knew that Tanaka would be lustfully staring at his body.

And indeed he was.  Tanaka rubbed his crotch as he watched the
boy carry out the stripping ritual perfectly. The officer found
English schoolboys to be especially appealing as sex-objects,
ever since he had been posted to the Japanese consulate in
Calcutta back in '37 and '38.  The consulate building was
located on the same block as a school for the sons of British
bureaucrats, providing a twice-daily sidewalk parade of cute
European boys dressed identically in short trousers. When
Tanaka's meager finances allowed it, he had patronized an
upscale boy–brothel where boys with light skin and European
features - perhaps the offspring of Indian whores and British
soldiers - greeted their customers clothed as upper–class
schoolboys. Tanaka found the faux-English boys to be well
skilled in the pleasure arts, combining erotic creativity with
sexual submission to the customer's desires.

Typically, however, the Japanese officer had satisfied his
erotic needs at the city's many conventional boy-brothels, which
were far less expensive but just as erotic. In these places,
naked dark-skinned boys, ranging in age from scandalously-young
children to sexually-mature lads in their early teens, danced
sensuously to Indian music in the front room, eager to be
selected by a customer and earn a few small copper coins for
their sex-work in a backroom cubicle.

Now that Tanaka had acquired a full-time boy-servant, he had no
need to spend his money in brothels. Nigel was a fine example of
youthful beauty.  His face was remarkably attractive, and his
athletic body, on the verge of pubescence, was stunningly erotic
to a man with a sexual taste for smooth slender European boys.

Wearing only snug white y–front briefs, Nigel turned his back to
the man to prepare the tea service.  The underpants clung to his
firm rounded buttocks like a coat of paint, and he leaned
forward a bit to tilt his bum upward, knowing that the Japanese
officer enjoyed the sight.  At the same time, he adjusted his
soft penis so that it was pointing upward.  When he turned back
around, the front of his underpants displayed a vertical ridge.

With eyes still downcast, Nigel moved his hands over his boyish
chest, toying with his small tan nipples briefly, then moved
down to his tight abdomen.  With sensuous slowness, the boy's
hands slid over the front of the briefs, down across his upper
thighs, and back up to hook his thumbs into the waistband.  Just
as slowly, he pulled the underpants down to uncover his penis
and dangling half–size balls.  Removing the briefs completely
and placing them neatly with the rest of his clothing, he stood
for inspection, hands by his side, head bowed subserviently.

Tanaka breathed a barely audible sigh, as the sight of Nigel's
naked body quite literally took his breath away.  The boy's
penis had just recently begun its pubescent growth spurt. It was
larger than a little-boy dick, but not yet touched by
adolescence.   It had taken a while for Tanaka to become
accustomed to the starkly exposed head of the English boy's
circumcised penis.  But now he found the sight surprising
appealing, with the elegantly-shaped glans on blatant display at
all times. The penis pointed downward, in front of the soft and
beautifully-formed scrotum.  Without being touched, the organ
began to move in a slow arc toward erection, as if a switch had
been flipped to turn on a little motor.  In less than a minute,
it was pointing straight up, the length of the man's middle
finger and the girth of his thumb. Erotic perfection!

Just as the officer was about to beckon his boy closer, the
kettle began whistling. Nigel quickly prepared the tea service
on a tray, warming the teacup with hot water, then pouring the
water into the pot, adding a carefully measured portion of green
tea. While counting off the brief brewing time in his head, the
boy brought the tray over to his master's desk, then poured the
tea into the cup and offered it with both hands to Tanaka,
bowing respectfully.

Tanaka took a sip, savoring the tea's delicate flavor, and set
down the cup.  He drew the boy closer to his chair and ran his
left hand over globes of the boy's tight rounded buttocks.  The
major's right hand was drawn to the exquisite boy-cock, which he
stroked gently with his fingertips, causing the youthful penis
to pulse even more stiffly erect.

"Do the India Dance, Nigel-chan, and pleasure yourself for my
viewing," the man instructed, as he reached for his tea and took
another sip.

Standing close enough to touch, the English boy began to move
his body in a slow sensuous dance, having been trained by Tanaka
to re-create the blatantly sexual movements that the officer had
enjoyed when he patronized the exotic boy-brothels of Calcutta.
With hands clasped behind his head, Nigel smoothly gyrated his
hips, subtly thrusting his boyish erection toward his master.
After a time, his hands wandered down, fingertips lightly
caressing his body as he continued the sensuous stationary
dance. Unlike before, Nigel now looked into the man's face,
rather than keeping his gaze lowered.  To Nigel's relief, Tanaka
clearly was enjoying the show.  When the man began to fondle his
own erection through his trousers, Nigel knew it was time.  His
right hand slid down and began to masturbate his erect penis,
using his thumb and two fingers to stroke. Knowing his master's
preferences, Nigel let the pleasure show on his face – subtly,
not exaggerated - and in the soft sighs of his high-pitched
voice.  As his hand began to move faster, his face and voice
showed a greater degree of arousal.

The man's eyes greedily scanned the erotic display. The boy's
face was exquisite; his torso was the model of boyish vitality.
But the youthful erection being masturbated aroused Tanaka as no
other sight could.

As the man drained the last of his tea, Nigel was masturbating
more urgently, forming his thumb and forefinger in a ring to
brush rapidly over the ridge of his cock-head as his hips thrust
rhythmically.

"Finish, Nigel-chan," murmured the man as he massaged the front
of his own trousers. "Achieve the moment of your ecstasy!"

The boy didn't need to be instructed, because his climax would
have come in a few moments regardless.  A shudder of pleasure
ran through Nigel's body, and he gasped softly as the delicious
sensations of pre-pubescent orgasm coursed through him.

His body finally still, the boy posed erotically for the man,
with his hands again clasped behind his neck, as his penis
throbbed and remained fully erect.

Without a word, Tanaka drew Nigel closer, between the man's
parted knees, and fondled the boy's naked body.

"Kiss me with your tongue, Nigel-chan," said the Major, as his
arms pulled Nigel's body into an embrace.

Until becoming the Japanese officer's personal servant – his
slave, more accurately - Nigel had never kissed another person
erotically. Not his First-Year classmates who had introduced him
to the fun of masturbation and cock-sucking when the school year
began, 6 months previously; not the Sixth-Year prefect who had
seduced him into giving up his anal virginity (before dropping
him to pursue yet another young sexual conquest a week or so
later); not even the adult dorm-master who had once administered
a brisk half-dozen strokes of a slender cane to Nigel's naked
buttocks, followed by an intimate embrace and fondling of the
weeping boy.

"Hai, Goshujin-sama," ("Yes, Master,") said the boy softly, as
he brought his lips to the man's mouth and wrapped his arms
around Tanaka's neck. The kisses were soft at first; almost
timid.  But Nigel was by now proficient in the erotic uses of
his mouth, and soon their tongues were entwining aggressively.
As they kissed, Tanaka toyed with the boy's genitals... the soft
scrotum that held sparrow-egg balls, and the youthful penis that
had remained erect even after its dry orgasm.  At the same time,
Nigel was gracefully unbuttoning the Major's uniform shirt and
running his fingers through the sparse hairs on the man's chest.

As their kiss broke, Tanaka's hands pressed lightly on Nigel's
shoulders, and the lad knelt. " Chinko o shaburu, otokonoko."
[Suck my cock, boy.]

Nigel unfastened Tanaka's trousers, and the man lifted his hips
slightly so the boy could slide them off, together with the
man's undershorts.  In a moment, Nigel was holding the officer's
stiff penis in his hand, sliding the foreskin back to fully
expose the reddened glans. Nigel brought his mouth down. His
moistened lips slipped smoothly around the cock-head, joined
immediately by the boy's tongue.  Tanaka leaned back in his
chair, and with a hand behind Nigel's head, guided the boy's
mouth farther down the shaft.  As the cock-head neared the back
of his mouth, Nigel prepared himself mentally to take it into
his throat. Tanaka's erect cock was of average size for a
Japanese man, which is to say a bit shorter than average for a
European... a good bit smaller, in fact, than the Sixth-Year
student who had seduced Nigel three months prior. Taking a
breath, Nigel willed his gag-reflex into submission, and the
plump glans easily entered the boy's upper throat. Tanaka drew
the boy's head fully onto the erection, sighing with delight at
the sensations of penetrating the tight slippery passage.

With a subtle movement of his hand, Tanaka wordlessly instructed
Nigel to begin a rhythmic up-and-down cock-sucking motion.  The
boy had performed this duty at least once each day (and often
more) since he had been selected as the Major's servant, 33 days
previously, and he knew the man's preferences in oral technique
without being told. The boy's mouth moved up and down the erect
penis, his wet lips sliding along the stiff shaft, his tongue
slithering around the engorged cock-head, his hand gently
kneading the man's balls. He varied the tempo and intensity of
his sucking, sometimes letting the erection penetrate his throat
in rapid lunges of his mouth, other times concentrating his
attentions on the sensitive glans. The 12-year-old's goal was to
bring his master up to a point just short of the orgasm.  Once
there, he would maintain the plateau of erotic ecstasy until
Tanaka signaled for a cum-spurting finish. The Major marveled at
how skilled his servant had become in just a month, masterfully
mixing tempo and techniques, eliciting maximum pleasure with his
lips, tongue, and throat.

Nigel had been working on Tanaka's penis for 15 minutes, tasting
the man's level of arousal in the flow of pre-cum from the
cock's piss slit.  Just when he thought the Japanese officer
would direct him to complete the job and swallow the load of
semen, Tanaka pushed the boy's head away.

"I will retain my seed for now, Nigel-chan.  I have been invited
to dine and drink with General Komatsu tonight. You and his boy,
Jeremy, will serve us."

Nigel knew that serving his master included not only feeding him
with chopsticks and pouring his liquor, as a geisha girl would
do back in Japan, but also being a sex-toy for the pleasure of
the Major, and of the General as well. Several times over recent
weeks, Tanaka had socialized with his fellow officers of the
Army Intelligence Unit, together with their own boys. Although
the men always got drunk on these occasions, Nigel had enjoyed
the sexual variety they provided. He especially enjoyed the
chance to interact with boys who had only recently been his
classmates. Ordinarily the boys were forbidden to fraternize
with each other. But at these social gatherings the boys would
often be required to have sex with each other as their masters
continued drinking and called out sexual acts for the boys to
perform.

The General's boy, Jeremy, had been the most attractive boy in
Nigel's class and one of the smartest.  But his beauty was of an
androgynous sort, and his manner was distinctly effeminate. He
had tried to befriend Nigel at the beginning of the school year
in September – and had in fact been the one who first introduced
Nigel to masturbation and oral sex – but Nigel shied away from
him because of Jeremy's quickly-earned reputation as a flaming
nancy-boy.  However, the boy's willingness to be a sex slut had
made him a favorite among the Fifth- and Sixth-Years, who longed
to fuck a girl's pussy, but happily settled for a session with
Jeremy's feminine manner and accommodating ass.

Tanaka explained to Nigel what would be required of him that
evening, noting that the General was sexually imaginative and
admirably potent. Most of the Major's instructions were fully
expected, but Nigel was shocked at one particular demand.

"But... but Goshujin-sama," Nigel whined in response; "why would
you want me to...."

The Major's hand delivered a sharp slap across the boy's face.

"You dare to question me, you impudent sureibu [slave]?"

Nigel was speechless for a moment, his face stinging from the
slap and flushing with shame.  But he quickly began reciting the
words of abject apology that he had memorized. "Moushiwake
arimasen deshita, Goshujin-sama!" (I am so sorry, Master!)

"Silence, Nigel-chan! Bring me the strap, and lie across the
desk to learn your lesson."

"Hai, Goshujin-sama!" said Nigel, bowing formally.

Four hours later....

Nigel and the Major were the only guests that evening at the
General's residence - formerly the school headmaster's house.
The two Japanese officers, dressed only in long silk robes, sat
on cushions on the floor. Kneeling beside them were the two
English schoolboys, feeding their masters morsels of grilled
meat, slices of raw fish, and clumps of rice with ivory
chopsticks. The only beverage was a fine Scotch whiskey that had
been seized from the defeated British, and the boys refilled the
small drinking cups frequently.

Both Nigel and Jeremy wore short robes that barely covered their
genitals and buttocks when they stood still, and were obscenely
revealing when the boys scurried to the kitchen to fetch more
food from the cook. Conversation between the men, and between
men and boys, was entirely in Japanese, so Nigel was mostly
silent.  Jeremy, however, was far more proficient in the
language and flirted shamelessly with the General, much as a
young geisha girl would. And in return, Komatsu let his hand
wander frequently to fondle the effeminate boy's penis and butt
while Jeremy stood or knelt beside him.  Tanaka followed his
commander's lead, though more subtly, occasionally running a
hand over Nigel's shapely bare buttocks, still a bit rosy and
sensitive from the afternoon's punishment.

General Komatsu was a small slender man of 51 years. Though his
short-cropped hair was graying, he kept himself in excellent
physical condition. Like the samurai warriors of the past (from
whom he was descended), Komatsu was intensely attracted to the
physical charms of boys.  When he was given command of the
military intelligence unit in the 25th Army, he purposefully
staffed it with officers who shared his erotic tastes. While
boy-love was no longer as common in Japan as it had been a
century before, it was by no means taboo.  As the 25th Army
embarked on Japan's unbroken string of military successes in
China and Southeast Asia, culminating in the conquest of
Singapore, Komatsu had seen to it that each of his officers had
a beautiful local boy to serve as personal servant and sex toy.
In Thailand, he had selected young Buddhist novices from a
monastery in Bangkok, all of whom had already been initiated
into the ways of sexual service by the older monks.  When the
Malayan Peninsula was conquered, he had made his selection from
the boy-harem in the palace of the British colony's figurehead
Sultan. And on the island of Singapore, the General had plucked
the choicest 12- and 13-year old boys from the First-Year class
of St. George's School, before the rest of the students and all
of the faculty were sent to labor camps on the mainland. Each
time, Komatsu had kept the most erotically-appealing boy for
himself.

The two officers had consumed half the bottle of Scotch, and
were happily swapping stories of past sexual escapades,
comparing the sexual appeal of their English boys to the other
nationalities of boys that each had enjoyed previously. Finally,
General Komatsu issued the challenge that Tanaka had been
expecting. "Shall we have our boys wrestle, as we did with those
harem boys in Kuala Lumpur?  With the usual wager on the
outcome, naturally. I have a special room prepared for the
contest."

"Of course, General!" said the Major. "It will be very erotic to
watch their naked bodies tussle."

As Komatsu gave instructions to his boy in Japanese, Major
Tanaka spoke to Nigel in English.  "Do as I instructed you this
afternoon, Nigel-chan. Do not disappoint me."

"Hai, Goshujin-sama," the boy replied, trying to sound
enthusiastic, knowing quite well the undesirable consequences of
disappointing his Master.

The two servant-boys and their tipsy masters made their way to
an upstairs room in which the floor was covered by a padded
wrestling mat that had been brought from the school's gymnasium.
Each man removed his own boy's short robe to fully expose their
naked bodies, and each fondled his boy's penis to erection.

Jeremy's body was quite slender and elegant, as exquisite as his
face, and as pale and delicate as porcelain. The total package
was a breathtaking example of androgynous boy-beauty at the cusp
of puberty. The hair on his head was a nest of soft blond curls,
while his body was devoid of all but nearly invisible peach-fuzz
hair. Though he lacked Nigel's sturdy build, Jeremy was 13 years
old and farther along in puberty than his classmate, his erect
penis longer and thicker (though not yet mature). As they faced
off at the center of the wrestling mat, the boys couldn't help
but eye each other from head to foot, and especially their stiff
young cocks. They would wrestle in the American style, as
Japanese Sumo was too sacred to be mocked by naked gaijin boys.
Victory would be achieved by pinning the opponent's shoulders to
the mat.

As the two schoolboys took hold of each other's arms in a
wrestler's clinch, Jeremy brought his mouth close to Nigel's ear
and whispered. "I'm supposed to win, I hope you know." The tone
was arrogant and privileged.

"Yes; I know it!" Nigel hissed back; "and I think it utterly
ridiculous."

"Don't worry old chap. All the other boys are required to lose
to me too. Can't have Taisa-sama [Honored General] lose face,
can we? So let's put on a good show, shall we?  And then we can
enjoy some sexy fun with our masters afterwards, eh?"

And with that, Jeremy actually began to exert himself. He wasn't
strong or skilled, and Nigel could easily have defeated him. But
Nigel had clear instructions as to who would win... instructions
reinforced by twenty painful swats of a leather strap.

They wrestled more for show than for competition, with the boys'
bodies rubbing together enticingly.  Though they had both taken
showers shortly before the dinner, the tropical heat quickly
raised a sweat on both boys. As they wrestled, it was as if
their naked skin was slick with oil. Their bodies frequently
rubbed cock-against-cock; sometimes cock-against-butt. It was
little wonder that both lads maintained their stiff erections
throughout.

"I have noticed that your boy has a good red glow to his
buttocks," remarked the General as he and Tanaka watched the
show while reclining on an assortment of cushions and continued
drinking. "It reflects well on you that you take his training
and discipline seriously.  He seems a fine servant and sex-boy."

"You honor me with your kind praise, Taisa-san," answered the
Major, bowing his head slightly.

"I find that I haven't the heart to give proper discipline to my
Jeremy. I wouldn't risk bruising the perfect skin of his
buttocks. The only spankings he gets are playful slaps of my
bare hand as he lies across my lap, just before he joyfully
takes my cock in his ass."

"He is indeed an object of great beauty, and very exotic in
appearance," flattered Major Tanaka. "And he is quite the
wrestler as well, I see."

The General did not reply, but only smiled smugly in response.

Nigel and Jeremy rolled around on the mat in each other's arms,
neither giving full exertion.  They were both sexually aroused,
which would serve them well during the next phase of the
evening's activities.

"Time to end it, old chum," whispered Jeremy, when he was lying
atop Nigel's face-down body, his erection sliding in the cleft
of the Nigel's butt. And without waiting for a response, Jeremy
leveraged his opponent onto his back, using a half-nelson hold
that resulted in Nigel's shoulders pinned to the mat and his
face pressed against Jeremy's sweaty hairless armpit.  The older
boy immediately jumped to his feet, triumphant, and bowed to his
master.

Nigel, with a sour look on his face, was slower to get up, and
his bow to the two Japanese officers was executed sloppily.

The General clapped his hands with delight, almost as if he
believed the match had been conducted fairly.  "Bring the
Major's boy over to me, Jeremy-chan," said the General in
Japanese. "Put on a show to arouse my senses, before I take him
for my pleasure." The older man looked over at Tanaka and was
pleased to see the man looking appropriately shamed by Nigel's
display of mild petulance in defeat.

"Taisa-sama wants us to put on a little sex-show for him," said
Jeremy, guessing (correctly) that Nigel hadn't understood the
man's Japanese instructions. "Do everything I tell you. First,
stand about two meters in front of my Master, and put your hands
behind your head, displaying your body like a good slave-boy,
while I feel you up."

Nigel did as he was instructed, reverting to the subservience
that had become second nature to him. Standing in the submissive
position, he looked down to see that his penis remained rigidly
erect, while his balls dangled down in the warm air.  When he
glanced up at to Japanese officers, Nigel noted that both seemed
to be enjoying the sight of his naked body.

Jeremy stood behind Nigel, wrapping his arms around the younger
boy's chest, pinching his tiny nipples, then let his hands slide
down across Nigel's belly to his erection. Standing directly in
front of the seated men, Jeremy began masturbating Nigel's stiff
penis as he ground his own cock into the boy's buttocks.

A look of mischief came over on Jeremy's face as he stepped back
from Nigel and said: "Turn around and get on your knees and bow
down to the floor, slave-boy; worship my feet with your mouth
until I order you to use your mouth elsewhere." He repeated the
command in Japanese for the General's benefit.

Nigel looked over at Major Tanaka, who didn't speak but conveyed
in his expression that his boy must submit to anything that was
demanded.

The 12-year-old's resentment at losing the wrestling match
quickly faded, replaced by a curiosity about Jeremy's sexual
aggression. Nigel had always considered the 13-year-old to be
sexually appealing, but the addition of dominance and submission
ratcheted up the erotic excitement. Nigel had been conditioned
for the past month to be completely submissive to every sexual
demand of his master and had grown to enjoy the erotic thrill.
As Jeremy inclined the front of his bare right foot upward,
Nigel dipped his face down and kissed it.

"Lick it, slave!" demanded Jeremy is a melodramatic voice. Nigel
complied immediately, lapping like an eager puppy at the shapely
boy-foot, as he displayed his perfect light-pink anus for the
general's lustful gaze.

"Suck my toes!"

Again the younger boy complied, sucking the big-toe as if giving
oral sex to a plump little penis, then moving to the others one
by one. After a couple minutes, Jeremy pulled his foot away and
deftly used it to push Nigel's mouth to the other foot, where
the younger boy performed the degrading service without the need
for direction.

"Enough of that," said Jeremy. "Time for you to lick my bum-hole
like a good sex-slave." He turned around and bent at the waist,
pushing his buttocks into Nigel's face. "Rim me, slave!"

Nigel parted Jeremy's butt cheeks with both hands and looked at
the smooth pink anus, beautiful and inviting. He brought his
tongue to the pucker and licked, slowly and gently at first,
savoring the taste of salty sweat and the smell of soap mixed
with subtle musk. Then he began to lick more aggressively,
drilling his tongue-tip into the hole as the other boy flexed it
open. Jeremy looked back over his shoulder at the general,
noting the man's obvious enthusiasm for watching the hot sex-
show being enacted by the two naked boys.

"Now suck my cock," said Jeremy, as he turned around and thrust
his firm erection into the other boy's face.

Just as Nigel began running his mouth over the other boy's
barely-pubescent cock-head, Jeremy thrust in deeply. Holding two
fists-full of Nigel's hair, Jeremy began face-fucking the boy,
trying to make him gag. Nigel tried his best to take the
assault, and he was largely successful.

General Komatsu, smiling broadly, turned to Major Tanaka and
said: "Your gaijin slave is doing well so far. I am feeling lust
for him to please me. And then, of course, I need to decide what
I shall require of you as a penalty for your boy losing to my
boy." He drained his glass of whiskey and set it down, knowing
that Tanaka would immediately finish his own drink and refill
both glasses.

Tanaka said nothing, but dipped his head in deference to the
older man. The two officers had played this drunken game before,
with other boys in other countries, and the General had a knack
for inflicting just the right amount of sexual humiliation on
the younger man – enough to arouse both mens' sexual kinks, but
not so much that Tanaka would feel personally disgraced when he
awoke the next morning. This time, however, he decided to push
the game farther than before.

"Bring the Major's boy to me, Jeremy-chan," said Komatsu in
Japanese. "We'll see how well he sucks a man's cock."

The General parted the front of his robe to reveal an erection
that was long and thick by Asian standards. The hair around it
had been shaved, emphasizing the size even more.

Nigel bowed to Komatsu and quickly positioned himself between
the man's spread legs.

"Suck me," said the General in Japanese, as he lifted his hips
in anticipation.

"Hai, Goshujin-sama," ("Yes, Master,") said the boy softly, and
his mouth opened wide to take in the plump cock-head. His tongue
swirled slowly around the prominent ridge of the glans as the
General leaned back into the cushions. His hands came up to
Nigel's head and drew the boy's mouth down onto the thick
erection. Fighting against his impulse to gag, Nigel quickly
brought his lips all the way down the engorged shaft, taking the
glans fully into his throat. The General's hands pressed the
boy's head even closer, and he arched up his hips for good
measure. Nigel kept calm and didn't struggle to pull away, even
as his lungs called out for him to breathe. When Komatsu finally
released his grip, Nigel slid his mouth up just enough to take a
breath. Then his lips slid all the way down the man's stiff cock
again, making rapid swallowing movements with his throat muscles
surrounding the man's cock-head. He began to move his mouth up
and down, slithering his tongue along the shaft and head,
striving to give the best possible oral service, while his
fingers fondled the man's heavy balls.

"He sucks as well as any boy I've ever taken!" said the General,
as his body shuddered with lust. "Except for my Jeremy, of
course," he added as an afterthought, smiling at his boy.

Tanaka acknowledged the praise with a nod. He was watching every
move that Nigel made, and so far the performance had been
flawless. His own sexual arousal, fueled by alcohol and the
sight of his boy sucking another man, made the Major's cock
rigidly erect.

"I require that you prepare the boy's hole for me to fuck,
Major," said Komatsu, grinning mischievously. "With your
tongue."

Tanaka blushed with embarrassment, but his hard cock throbbed
with increasing lust.

"Don't pretend you haven't done it before, Major. Remember that
little Russian brothel-boy in Manchuria that we shared last
year? Now get to it."

Tanaka positioned himself behind Nigel, while the boy continued
his vigorous oral pleasuring of the General. Tanaka parted the
boy's ass cheeks and extended his tongue, licking the sensitive
flesh of Nigel's anus. He had never done this to his boy before,
but the thrill of the taboo act drove him to lick aggressively.

The General delighted in watching the junior officer abasing
himself sexually, and he decided to ramp up the action.

"I will fuck your boy... and when I tell you, you will suck his
little cock... while my Jeremy will fuck your ass!"

Tanaka blushed a brighter shade of red, but he knew that he must
obey. In fact, his liquor-addled brain found the command to be
intensely erotic.

The General's hands turned Nigel's slender body around so he was
facing away, straddling the man's hips. The boy reached down and
aimed the spit-slick cock into his equally lubricated anus, then
opened himself to penetration as he eased down on the plump
phallus.

The General's body strained with excited anticipation as the boy
impaled himself on the throbbing cock. The man's hands caressed
Nigel's slender body as boy completed the smooth entry... sitting
firmly on the man's lap, holding the entire length of the cock
snugly inside his tight ass.

Nigel shivered as he experienced the intoxicating eroticism of
his rectum being filled by firm, masculine warmth... the delicious
pleasure of a man's erection sliding along his anal nerves and
rubbing against the special place a few centimeters inside.

The boy flexed his thigh muscles, balancing his body with his
hands on the man's knees, as Komatsu's erection slid almost all
the way out of the tight slippery tunnel. And then the boy's
body eased down again to full penetration.

The General's right hand reached for the lad's stiff immature
erection and fondled it. His left caressed Nigel's body, from
his soft thighs to his boyish chest, teasing the boy's small
nipples into tiny stiff points. Then his fingers went to the
boy's mouth, and Nigel instantly sucked in the index finger,
fellating it as if it were a boy's penis, sucking and licking as
he continued to ride the General's cock.

Komatsu nuzzled the boy's neck, inhaling Nigel's delicious
scent. As the boy's ass rose and fell in a steady cadence, they
both sighed with sublime pleasure.

"Time to suck your boy's cock!" said the General to Tanaka, as
he reclined back on the cushions and pulled Nigel's body back
against his chest and began energetically thrusting his cock
into the boy's ass.

The Major positioned between the spread legs of both the General
and Nigel and brought his mouth down to the boy's stiff young
penis. It wasn't the first time he had sucked the boy-cock
during the weeks that Nigel had been his sex-toy, though he
tried to resist the temptation. And now, drunk on whiskey and
primed with lust, Tanaka went at it with a hungry passion. The
small erection, slender and elegant, slid back and forth between
the Major's lips and along his flicking tongue. Only inches
away, just below Nigel's rounded ball-sack, the General's cock
kept thrusting into the boy's ass.

As the erotic tableau unfolded, Jeremy spread lubricant onto his
beautiful adolescent erection and knelt behind Major Tanaka.
First, however, he leaned down and brought his tongue to the
man's anus, licking and probing at the puckered hole. Then he
brought his stiff penis to the entrance and slowly pushed
forward, penetrating the ring of muscle with his cock-head. The
Major stopped sucking for just a moment, savoring the wonderful
mix of erotic feelings as the slender erection eased into his
rectum. But then he began sucking again with renewed vigor as he
felt himself being fucked with slow, rhythmic thrusts.

The four participants began moving in harmony, each one giving
and receiving pleasure in equal measure, their bodies straining
with growing lust. The tempo of thrusting and sucking gradually
increased until it reached a crescendo of absolute arousal. And
then the orgasms began to explode in quick succession. The
General came first, thrusting fast and hard into Nigel's ass, as
his arms held the boy tightly against his chest. Then came
Nigel, his 12-year-old erection convulsing in dry-orgasm against
his master's pleasuring tongue.

As Jeremy continued his fuck-thrusts, he reached down and began
briskly masturbating Tanaka's straining erection, bringing him
to a thundering climax in seconds and making his anal muscles
tremble and contract around boy's thrusting cock. Only a moment
later, Jeremy's penis unleashed spurts of boy-cum into the
Major's body.

The two men and two boys clung together for a brief time, as
their orgasms gradually subsided. Then they pulled apart as the
Japanese men composed themselves and the English boys awaited
their next instructions.

"The boys will put on a sex-show for us until our cocks stiffen
again," said the General, as he held his glass out for the Major
to refill.

Turning to Jeremy, the General said "I enjoyed seeing you play
the master to Major Tanaka's slave. I wish to see more of that."

And so the four-way orgy continued into the night.

The End.

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