Ritual of Honor

"No. I no longer work with Clare," I answered in a weak voice.

"Yes, I see," the general said, his eye wandering the room, his mouth set in a grimace of slight distaste.

"I apologize," he said. "I was rude at our first meeting. I did not introduce myself. I am Takehiko."

"Takehiko." I murmured, a catch in my voice, as I realized that his hand had moved higher on my thigh. "A nice name. But first name or last?"

"Just Takehiko," he said and then laughed. "More a description than a name, really. I am thus just known as Takehiko. It translates as soldier prince. I come from a long line of samurai warriors. From here in Okinawa, actually. All great swordsmen. I'm told I'm a great swordsman."

I was taking in more air than letting it out, almost hyperventilating, as I felt him holding my cock through the material of the tux trousers.

"You have a very nice sword too," he whispered. "May I possess it?"

"Yes, yes, please," I croaked. He unzipped me and took my cock out and wrapped his hand around it, as I gasped for breath and grew inside his fist. The lights and sounds swirling around in the nightclub took on an intensity that made me feel like I'd popped a pill or two. But I hadn't. All I had done was come under the sway of this magician. I was on the edge of a vibrant, boisterous scene and yet apart, in a tranquil pool, with every sense centered on that fist encasing my cock.

"May I kiss you?" he asked gently.

"Yes, please." He tasted of honeysuckle. His tongue was thick and long and invaded my mouth cavity in a way that made me want to scream for another invasion farther down my body.

"May I take you to completion?" he asked as our lips parted.

"Yes, oh yes, please," I answered in a small, dreamy voice.

"You may want to make use of this napkin," he said with a smile. And I took a napkin in one hand and brought it under the table top and held it loosely over my engorged cock cap while he slowly, rhythmically hand pumped me. We sat there, in the shadows, me watching the life of the night club whirl around us, him watching me for signs of nearing climax. And when saw evidence that I was near, stopping the pumping and holding me in check.

I was whimpering. Both wanting to ejaculate and not wanting the attentions of his hand to stop.

"I can hold you off indefinitely, as you can see," he said in a voice that had gotten more hoarse, had gone down into the bass clef.

"Yes," I gasped.

"I can do this with my sword inside you too. Do you believe that?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Yes, oh god yes."

"May I strip you here and carry you up to the piano and play a concerto on you on the piano top? Here, with all of these people watching?"

"Yes, yes, Anything you want. Oh, god yessss."

"You would do that?" He was pumping my cock again, slowly, rhythmically, but he had already gone beyond the point that he formerly had stopped. I was going to come this time, even if he stopped and tried to hold me in check. The tip of one of his fingers had worked its way into the slit in my glans and I felt like I already was being fucked.

"Not here, though, no," he murmured. "And not now. There is a place and time for you and me. Will you go with me whenever I call—wherever I take you. And stay with me forever if that was what I desired?"

"Yes, yes. Ohhhhh. I think . . ."

"You think you are coming now, Yes?"

"Yess, I don't think I can . . ."

"May I take your essence?"

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I would have said "yes" to anything then, so I did.

His head went below the table rim. He pushed away the napkin I was holding, and his lips opened up over my glans just in time to catch my first spouting. Even as I came, he was flicking the slit of my cock with the tip of his tongue. My head flopped back onto the top of the banquette and my hands went to his head and held him there, to my crotch. And his lips just kept on moving down my shaft, the tip of his tongue insinuating its way into my slit, as I shot off twice more, moaning the ecstasy of my release. And he held there, teeth lightly pressing on the root of my cock, showing that he was fully capable of taking me all in, while I jerked and sighed and moaned and cooled down and, eventually, began to soften.

He sat up at last and dabbed delicately at the corners of his mouth with the napkin I hadn't used.

"You play the piano beautifully," he said after he'd taken a drink from his cocktail and settled back into the banquette.

"Thank you." I answered, awed by the control and command he exuded—and feeling chosen that he had come to Okinawa and singled me out for attention. "And you . . . you play beautifully too," I said.

"After this. After all of this, I can still touch you?" He asked. And now he had turned to me and was looking at me closely. I felt we were at some very significant point.

"You touch me deeply," I whispered. "More deeply than anyone ever has before."

"And yet you have not even known my sword yet?" he asked simply. "You know that from just what we have now done."

"I knew that from just what you spoke to me of at Clare in Tokyo," I said. "I have sought your sword ever since. Even now, I can feel your sword piercing me, as I open to its passing and you reach for and pluck out my heart. Please, please, fuck me now. Take me anywhere you want, no matter who is watching."

"Ah, I knew you were the one," the general said. "And do you like castles?"

I gave him a peculiar look. "Yes, I am fascinated by them. But what . . .?"

"The ruins of my family castle are here on Okinawa, on the west coast toward the north. I believe the area is now called Bolo Point. Will you go there with me and let me do whatever I want to you for as long as I want to? If so, we leave a 3 AM tomorrow morning."

"Yes." I'd said this without hesitation, fully trusting him. Not letting anything else interfere, even though I knew Steve expected me to be in his bed at 3 AM in the morning.

"Do you want to pick me up? I live at . . ."

"I know where you live. I know everything about you. I suggest you pack everything you have."

Takehiko picked me up in a Japanese Army jeep, reminding me of who and what he was. It was a good thing we took the jeep, because the castle was on top of a craggy outcropping accessible only by a narrow track through a sugar cane field. When we entered the shadows of the small enclosure between the outer and inner gates, Takehiko pushed me up against a crumbling, gray stone wall and placed strong hands on the wall on either side of me.

"One last time," he told me in a low, husky voice, "are you sure? This is not just a casual fuck. I came to Okinawa to perform a family ritual. If you are not committed to this, my ancestors will not be pleased and my family will not prosper. Have I chosen well?"

I tried to keep my voice steady when I answered in the affirmative, although I was trembling. Still, the general seemed convinced of my sincerity.

Takehiko lit a lantern that had been sitting inside the entrance, and as he led me through the ruins of his family castle and cast light on various features, what was most striking in the comparison of Western castles and those of ancient Okinawa was the fundamental difference in their plans. The stonework, towers, and battlements were all quite similar, but whereas a Western castle tended to be fortified from the edges in, with the most precious holdings located at the center, the Okinawan castle invariably was built against a precipice, as this one was, with the holy of holies being a sacred grove and ruling family altar at the rear of the castle, hanging on at the top of the cliff.

After a brief tour of the outer works of the castle, Takehiko guided me back to the sacred grove, which was just that, a grove of pine trees at the very back of the castle walls on a small apron of land suspended over the boiling surf at the foot of the cliff. Here there was a grassy area in the middle of the grove of trees and a stone altar—the center of the ancestor worship for the family that once had ruled the castle and the surrounding fields and had acted as the sentinel for invasion from China to the west or the Japanese islands to the north.

Takehiko left me standing by the altar briefly while he went off behind a crumbling wall to one side. When he returned he was draped in a heavy brocade samurai robe, but the robe was open and he was naked underneath. His body was magnificent, well-worked and well taken care of, and his cock was long and thick and ready. He laid out a richly embroidered brocade coverlet on the ground in front of the altar, and after pulling me to him in a standing position and fondling and kissing me into a lustful mood, he undressed me, pushed me down on all fours, prepared my asshole with his tongue and saliva, covered me with his body, and, sliding his sword into me in a long, stretching, searching journey that I had dreamed of in the hours before Takehiko had come for me and that did not disappoint me, fucked me to paradise. As he pumped me, I listened to the roaring surf at the base of the cliff and the wind sighing in the pine trees, and I added my own sighs and moans of ecstasy to the sounds of nature.

As the night before when he was working my cock with his mouth, he was masterful in bringing me to the brink and then holding off until my coming had subsided and then stroking inside me again, bringing me to the heights of desire and wanting release. It was still dark outside, but the blackness was turning to shades of indigo blue, and I increasingly was able to make out more of the form of the ruins and see farther down the hillside toward the sea.

"This is the taking of the vassal ritual," he murmured. "I fuck you roughly, simply and with little preamble, and from behind on all fours like an animal to honor the land and those who work it. This is paying homage to our vassals, to the workers of the fields and the soldiers guarding our gates. This is the simple fuck of the night. This is just to appease those in service to us. The dawning will bring the high ritual. You may come now, but I cannot."

With a sigh of relief, I knew he would take me over the top now. And he did, and I rewarded him with prodigious spoutings of pent-up cum.

I thought we would rest then, but we didn't. Takehiko pulled me over on my side within his arms and entered me again and handed my cock to another coming. Then, me spent and wondering at his unhuman stamina and control, we both merged with the wild beauty of the setting until our breathing had regularized.

At my ejaculation, he had raised me and pointed my spouting cock toward the ground beyond the rim of the coverlet. "Fertility of the land requires lust and constant reseeding," he whispered as he brought me to climax for a third time. I had no trouble with lust and reseeding.

I moaned at the touch of his words and of his fingers lightly dancing on my body. We then kissed and worked each other's bodies with our hands until we were in full rut once more.

Takehiko's timing was impeccable. The dawn was breaking as we were both in full heat again. He pulled me up from the ground and took the brocade coverlet and draped it over the stone altar in the middle of the grove. He then pushed me onto my back on top of the altar, spread my legs wide, and we worshipped the exuberance of our joining and vitality and our healthy, lustful bodies on top of the altar with merging and rhythmic thrusts and counterthrusts and with me crying my passion to the tops of the swaying pine trees.

"This is the family ritual," He cried out as he ejaculated deep inside me. "This is the current generation's homage to all who have gone before. I ask for your blessing on the Onna clan as I sincerely seed my chosen one." And then he ejaculated again deep inside me, pulled back and thrust even deeper and ejaculated again, and then again. The cum was running down my legs and I was ejaculating up his belly as well. I felt the essence of him reaching and gripping my heart. I was aswim in cum and the honor of being chosen.

As we lay on the altar, me spooned into his chest, he told that we should leave the next day for Tokyo.

"We? Leave?" I asked, incredulous. "You want me to go with you?"

"Yes, I thought that was clear from what I said about being sure of the commitment—and telling you to pack everything you needed," he answered. "It wasn't just your commitment to me. Through the ritual of the ancestors, we have become one now—and you have a place at my side henceforth."

"I'd much rather have a place under you," I quipped weakly. I was avoiding facing the stupendous decision of changing my life again.

"That can happen as frequently as you are willing," Takehiko answered. "I sense that people have used you and have failed to treasure you—or at least have not given you your full value. I know your full value. And although I have used you in this ritual, it was with the understanding of the two joining as one. I will not fail to treasure you nor will I use you badly; I have sealed that promise on the honor of my ancestors."

He felt me trembling, and yet I still could not answer.

"And you need not have to make the choices in life that I know have been tearing you apart—I have a very nice bed in my bedroom and I think you know that I can satisfy you—and I have a baby grand piano in my bedroom as well."

"That settles it, then," I answered with a laugh of relief. "I am yours."

"And I am using what is mine . . . now . . . again," Takehiko said as he thrust his cock deep inside me and pumped hard, sending waves of pleasure and lust through my body. "And this time none of it is for the ancestors; all of it is for you and me."