Fundoshi Samurai E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Fundoshi is recruited by the Samurai much too young - he was to be trained to earn himself a sword, the right to spill blood and to kill, something he deeply detested!

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Hentai Jones

Fundoshi Samurai

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Fundoshi Samurai

Fundoshi Samurai

by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition

Copyright 2016

Hentai Jones:

Fundoshi Samurai

An ancient tale re-

told without shame!

I was just wrestling with the son of the neighbours in the grass behind the house, desperately trying to keep his inquisitive fingers out of my short school shorts! I knew that such erotic games were part of growing up, but tis time I was losing it: Yanni had pinned me on my back in the clover with one hand far up the leg of my pants! He was just about to grab my frightened little dickel when fortunately my mother called me from the porch - my time had come! As every rich noble family in the valley had to contribute a son to the Samurai forces, and because I was the only son of the big Yamagushi miso baron, it was to be me! There was a horseman at the gate to pick me up, and Mama wished me well with a sad look in her loving eyes.

But the black leather-clad horseman pulled me out of my loving family dream in an instant, he heaved me up onto the saddle in front of him and gave the horse the spurs! With one hand he held the rains and with the other one he held me around the belly. This was quite unsettling for me because I was never been on a horse, and after a short while already suffering from a sore bottom, irritated balls and the following involuntary erection! The horseman just laughed: »Riding makes everybody horny!«, and grabbed the crotch of my pants. I could have died at the first embarrassing touch of my shameful erection through the thin fabric, but the horseman kept on rubbing - and I came right into my pants and left a huge slimy mess in there!

Anyway: My name is Fundoshi Yamagushi and I'm fresh out of school. I never have liked my first name because it means loincloth in our language too, and to be honest with you: I was still a virgin, had never kissed a girl! I was pretty clever at school, but I couldn't imagine to be a fine warrior one day with my slim and skinny body! My face was cute, and I still wore the long ponytail of youth high on the back of my head - telling anyone that I was still available! I had heard a lot of stories of how samurais fell in love with their favourite geishas, but if they loved little boys like me too, that was a serious taboo in our culture - nobody seemed to know about it, although I could imagine the strange practice in a camp full of men without a woman!

The Samurai training camp was up on the ridge above the village, overlooking the whole valley. It was walled with a rough wooden palisade and guarded by a solid gate, that opened for us like magic. In the yard before the main building there were already two other aspirants waiting for enrolment - recruiting officer Sudo welcomed us all three novices kindly and led us into the gym, a musty room smelling from salty manly sweat and sweet male humiliation. Sudo was an old officer to organise the camp's finances and the income from the sponsoring families - he was an old bald man just doing his job. He lined us three boys up and then he read our names out from a list: Suzuke, Kaoru, Fundoshi - and we all raised our hands to confirm!

Bald Sudo smiled a toothless smile - and told us to undress for the medical examination with quite some sparkle in his dull black eyes. Of course: I was the last one of us to drop the pants, ashamed of the sticky mess inside, double ashamed by the diminutive size of my little dickel and my tiny clenched buttocks! I didn't want to disappoint my family and stood straight, there was actually nothing wrong with me - I was just a bit smaller than the rest! Suzuke sported a proud black moustache on his lower belly above his protruding manhood, Kaoru was still protecting his hairy genitals behind both hands, whilst I had nothing to show - maybe because my hair was blond, my pubic hair would be just stay invisible silk for a long time to come?

Sudo inspected all our bared private parts with utmost care, he fondled them all waiting for an emotional reaction - and once again my own dickel was the traitor! He stood up like a proud Samurai, peeled his foreskin back with pride to present his glossy head and show his tiny smile! Suzuke had his eyes on my dickel all the time and his own raised to the challenge and then smiled too! Sudo ended the embarrassment, handing us all a strip of cotton, five foot long and a hand wide - he taught us how to twist three quarters in a cord and feed the cord to the loop at the other end. This was the traditional fundoshi underwear, worn by wrestlers and sumos - tying your genitals into a tight white bag that would betray any sexual arousal or liquid emission!

When we three boys finally got it right Sudo pulled up the back strips hard up our cracks and tied it tightly to make sure that all our assets were safely confined as well as clearly visible! The constant pressure on my bent and restrained dickel didn't ease his tension, and he was desperately trying to escape his cotton prison! Sudo called out and Major Machu entered the gym in full uniform, all dressed in black and leather: »Good selection, Sodu, as usual!«, he barked as he eyed his new apprentices in their tight underwear, but his eyes were straight on me! He had to check the fit of my fundoshi personally, groping my dickel with an arousing intention and declared: »This one could serve me my evening tea - if you don't mind!«

Sudo saluted, and the deal was done! He handed us boys a fitting set of white martial art pyjamas, and the bright red sash of the novice, that we had to wear for the first three months until we were accepted as samurais and would receive the black leather-enforced uniform and a real Katana fighting sword. And when we were all dressed properly he showed us the scruffy kitchen, the mouldy bathhouse and our tiny dormitory - a single futon covered the bare floor boards, hardly enough for two young boys, but surely a close challenge for three of them! But there was no time for cuddling up now: Captain Mano was awaiting us boys in the gym for our first training, seemingly eager to evaluate our fighting skills!

Mano was a stringy fellow and he had stringent rules for his training, but also possessed a good sense of humour, and definitely his own way to make us young boys fight harder! He taught us how to hold the three foot bamboo stick and explained the rules of the competition to us: There was no hitting the groin, no face-hitting allowed, and every straight point at the throat a win! I quickly lost to Suzuke and had to take my shirt off, then I was defeated by Kaoru and lost my pants - this was embarrassing! Sometimes I got a glimpse in the wall mirror of myself, jumping around in my skimpy underpants, displaying my two dancing naked buttocks perfectly!

When Suzuke was after me again, I finally got angry: with a couple of heavy strokes I wiped the confident grin from his face. With a clever hit I smacked his hand and he dropped the stick, and had to shrug out of his jacket. So he concentrated on Kaoru, and undressed him with glee in his eyes. When we all three were sweating and stripped down to our underwear, Captain Mano was pretty proud of us, declared it a day, and sent us to the bathhouse to clean up for dinner. Suzuke was still grumpy at me for my painful strike on his hand, and when we washed ourselves carefully, not to get our fundoshis wet. But when I let him dry me off with the fluffy towel he had already forgiven me started to smile again - and Kaoru smiled as well like a friend.

The cook was a young boy from the country, not from noble birth and never to be considered as a Samurai, but he knew how to please a hungry stomach and he was cute: With his short-cropped hair he looked rather like a girl, and his short apron gave him the appearance of a maid. Of course it was hot working at the stove, and his cute fundoshi cheeks were glowing warm with sweat and heat - he was a pleasure to watch! He introduced himself as Sepi, and he had a winning smile: Kaoru fell straight for it! He even offered to do the dishes, a suggestion Sepi wouldn't hear about it: »The kitchen is my domain!«, he joked, »Whilst my bum seems to belong to all!« It was a good joke, and we all laughed about it for a while!