My Master and Lord +18
After the rise to power of the Tokugawa clan and the establishment of the Tokugawa Shōgunate, the samurai class lost almost every trace of power and social status that it enjoyed in previous times. More than two decades had passed since that. Many samurai who had lost their titles had decided to choose one of the two options that the shogun had offered them; work in the countryside, or work in the city serving the different daimyō who governed the fiefdoms granted by the established government.
None of these had been my choice, since, as a samurai fallen into disgrace and ill-time after refusing to commit Seppuku once my master’s life was over, I became a rōnin. And yet, there I was, walking the halls of an ostentatious house near Edo City Castle, walking in the footsteps of a daimyō shinpan, the highest position a daimyō could hold.
I had been summoned by Minamoto Takeda himself to entrust me with a job that, for reasons unknown to me, could not be carried out by a samurai belonging or not to the Minamoto family. Such a situation was strange, because normally, those who hired the rōnin were mostly from the merchant classes and we were discriminated against by the daimyō.
When I arrived in front of one of the innumerable rooms of that mansion, the wood of the floor creaked and took me out of my thoughts.
“Come in,” he pronounced with severity and contempt in his eyes. After this, he opened the sliding door and we entered it.
The huge room, like almost all Japanese houses and mansions, was half empty, but its sparse decoration was worth more than one could imagine. Inside, Minamoto sat on the cushion placed on the floor, in a part higher than the rest, typical of the country’s traditional architecture.
I did the same and sat in seiza in front of him, bowing my head, because respect was still a fundamental pillar for me, even though I was now nothing more than a vagabond, without status, without power and without a master.
“I brought you here, rōnin,” he remarked cruelly, “because I want you to do a very important job for me.” He paused before continuing. “The fate of your head will be determined here and now based on your rejection or, on the contrary, , your acceptance.”
The obvious reference to my death that he had made sparked my curiosity to know how important that request was, and how willing he was to end my life if I refused.
Calmly, I nodded, because as a samurai, such threats did not intimidate me; Death was part of our being and we were prepared to receive it at any moment.
“I need you to take care of and watch over someone in total discretion,” he snapped. “I don’t want, under any circumstances, for anyone to approach that place or whoever is hiding there. Of course, neither does this person leave” he clarified.
The intrigue and strangeness surely showed on my face, because after this, he continued quickly.
“The last time someone like you, scum, made a slight mistake” he stopped his words to turn around and take out a wooden box that he placed on that small wooden table in front of him.
He opened that mysterious box and grabbed some long, dark black locks from the severed head of a man, whose gaze still showed the agony he suffered before his body and head were separated by the sharp cut of a katana.
I remained silent, firm, impassive before the horrifying image.
“You are nothing more than a dirty, dishonorable bastard who was not able to end his own life after the death of your master,” he reproached me. “However, despite your young age, you were the most distinguished samurai among men at the time command of your lord Takahashi Raizen. He trusted you more than anyone, he never doubted your abilities or your loyalty, willing to die to protect him.”
That was undoubtedly the first time it had happened to me; receiving insults and praise from a daimyō at the same time. Despite this, and although I felt somewhat flattered, I couldn’t stop thinking about his extraordinary and suspicious request.
“Forgive me in advance for the boldness and advance, my lord,” I addressed with the greatest possible respect. “But, since there are only two possible ways for you to leave here, only one of them alive, could you know right now, Who is that person that is so important to you to protect, but that cannot be cared for and watched, as it should be, by a samurai that you completely trust and belongs to your family?”
He sighed in anguish before revealing his secret that, before him, was no longer worth hiding in the slightest.
“My son.”
That man, who must have been around sixty years old, and whose life was well known to everyone, given his great social status, had had a son, Minamoto Yashiro. This had been given birth to by the woman of an important family linked to the Shōgun, and whom he had married a few months after the marriage was arranged by his family.
“Don’t you think, my lord...” I softened, “that his son, given his great wealth and power, in addition to the magnificent samurai under his command, will be very well protected?”
“I’m not talking about that son,” he stressed. “More than twenty years ago, I met a beautiful woman whom I came to love more than anyone else.” He dug his fingers tightly into her clothes, which I sensed was caused by the helplessness he felt. ” And some time later, she became pregnant” he explained.
While it was true that his life was known for his status, it was not so strange that in these times, he frequented places like brothels in the red light district of Edo. Having several lovers, in fact, was the most common thing, both with women and men. However, a son was different.
“She never told anyone who her father was because, despite people’s gossip, they didn’t care enough about a prostitute. And I, who loved her, wanted to receive the fruit of that love of hers in my arms. But I didn’t,” he admitted sadly.
“And why hide it somewhere? Nobody knew that you, sir, were his father.”
He hesitated for a few seconds, and answered bluntly.
“Because he didn’t have pure Japanese blood running through his veins, so I’m afraid this will be known. And as you well know, with the Shōgunate and its growing hatred of foreigners, they were expelled from the country.”
Unwittingly, the same man who threatened my life, fearful of his secret being discovered, had also admitted to having committed a great betrayal. Hiding that mixed-race boy was going against the Shōgun’s will and was, therefore, a mistake that was paid for with one’s own death. However, now it all made sense to me. Years ago, there were large migrations abroad of countless Westerners and people from neighboring countries, as well as mestizos, when the Sakoku policy came into force, denying the entry or exit of anyone.
He removed that poor man’s head and exchanged it for some papers that he put at my disposal.
“My son is in a house, on the outskirts of the city, in the forest, where it is difficult to be seen. It was known to the authorities for being the house of that man” he pointed openly at the head “that myself, as daimyō of these lands and therefore administrator of them, gave to him under the pretext of purchasing property.”
There was no doubt that his social status was a great disadvantage and advantage at the same time. A daimyō shinpan were the highest class within this group because they were related to the shogun, having local administration and jurisdiction over the land and inhabitants granted to them, so carrying out these types of actions were not very difficult. However, belonging to it also meant being, both he and his family, monitored and subjected by the Sankin kōtai system, a control that was both political and fiscal, used as prevention to avoid coups d’état.
“Sign them, and from now on, you will be the owner of that house after acquiring it” he clarified “And keep Hikaru watched and safe.”
I had two options to choose from, but it was clear that he already assumed I would accept without hesitation. I didn’t really care, and having a roof over my head after so long didn’t sound like such a bad idea, even knowing what would happen if all that was discovered or if I made a serious mistake on my part.
Everything had been decided, so I nodded calmly and in agreement with what was said, and later bowed as a sign of respect.
“Well, I don’t have much more to tell you about it, other than to ask you not to delay leaving. That boy is alone right now and that has me very worried” he said, showing evident concern in his look and tone.
“Of course, I will wait for his instructions so I can leave quickly as soon as I have them” I stood up “With his permission, I am leaving.”
And just as I was about to open the door and leave, he reminded me of him.
“I hope I don’t have to mention my previous words again, Takeshi” I turned my gaze to him “Any mistake made or the mention of this secret will end the same way for you, don’t forget it.”
Getting to the house was an arduous task that took me longer than expected. The instructions given were so few and simple that, even having great intuition, it was impossible to achieve it in a short time.
The house in question did not stand out beyond being located in a remote place immersed in the forest, since it was not large—although not very small—and did not show any luxury. The tranquility and silence were noticeable, contrasting greatly with the hustle and bustle of the city, so I entered by sliding the door smoothly and silently, in harmony with the surroundings. However, that wonderful serenity was affected when, suddenly, loud, fast footsteps approached in the darkness of the hallway. The reflection of the blade of a sword put all my senses on alert, but far from also unsheathing my weapon, I tightly grabbed the clumsy hands that were wielding it and his thin neck, forcing him to let go it immediately. The poor light did not allow me to see him, but I felt the great force he exerted to break free of the grip and which he even ended up achieving after violently hitting my belly.
He ran towards the light that seemed to give to the inner courtyard, and I could see the bright and beautiful colors of the kimono he was wearing, in addition to the long black hair that rose in the wind with the movement. It didn’t take me long to follow him because I imagined that the boy must have been scared thinking that he had been discovered.
“Don’t be afraid, boy, your father sent me!” I let him know as soon as possible for to stop, which worked very well, as he stopped suddenly and turned his head in search of me.
The entire appearance of him had surprised me, far from what I had imagined he would be. His father had commented that he was a little over twenty years old, so he must have been little older than those years, and yet he was wearing a kimono made of obviously luxurious fabrics in three large stripes of colors; reds, white and blue, from top to bottom, which was strange for his age at that time. According to the fashion set by the Shōgun, once you became an adult you had to leave behind the bright colors, which were only for women, to wear the common ones among them, in addition to the cut of their sleeves, which did not correspond to what was established either.
Of course, that boy lived outside of all that, and all those dress codes didn’t matter in the slightest, because no one besides his caregivers would see him. And not only were his clothes irrelevant to the rest, but also his hair, which had not been shaved on the top of head—which I myself had not worn since I stopped being a samurai and neglected my appearance—nor collected in a bun pigtail. Contrary to this, he wore it loose and long, gathered at the top half by a small bun, the same style that he had seen foreigners from China of the Ming Dynasty wear, perhaps in honor of his mother. And his face, what could he say about his face? It was beautiful. There was no better word to describe those black eyes that, despite seeing me with fear and suspicion, were deep and beautiful.
“Why does he send you? Where is my caregiver?” He said, worried.
“Dead,” I let him know with the greatest sincerity possible. Lying to him made no sense, but it seemed to make him sad, and above all, it seemed that my answer made him feel guilty, which made me think that he must be partly to blame for how things had ended for that man.
During the weeks that had passed, I discovered a variety of things about that mestizo who was now busy tending the small garden in the interior patio. He had countless hobbies, which had increased by the number of hours he spent in there since he was a child. He had lived locked up, yes, but also educated in the physical and intellectual arts. And having interesting conversations with him had become habitual and increasingly frequent, to the point that we both greatly enjoyed spending hours at night drinking sake, while he talked and I enjoyed hearing his soft voice and contemplating his smile. He could sense the loneliness he must have felt, and the little—or uninteresting—company of his previous caretakers. For them, being there must have been a punishment, and yet for me it was having a pleasant, interesting and fun company that had a lot to offer.
His delicacy, despite the fact that his body was properly formed like the adult he was, and that he was in good physical shape, captivated me more every day. It made me imagine how popular that young man could become as a kagema in the brothels or the tea houses that specialized in them, even if his age and adulthood were noticeable. Both men and women would undoubtedly pay to spend endless hours talking and drinking with him, to later feel the soft, fine skin of his body warm with excitement. I myself, without hesitation, would have paid as much as I could in order to be able to spend those hours that I was now spending next to him, but with the difference that, afterwards, sleeping was the only thing we didn’t do in that room.
The movement of his hands distracted me, but he also reminded me how he had noticed his hands, his long fingers and the obvious signs of wear and tear that he knew so well, since I had them myself. I hadn’t seen Hikaru hold a sword since the day he attacked me with it, but there was no doubt that he had held it many, many times.
“Hikaru,” I called him familiarly, “can I ask you something?”
He stood up immediately upon hearing me call him and responded with a smile.
“Of course, tell me” but he still maintained the formalities.
“Is there any reason why you haven’t trained with your sword since I arrived?” I asked bluntly, which seemed to embarrass him a little when I noticed how he looked away from me.
“Because I’m not very good at it... since I learned only by watching how the rōnin who came to take care of me trained” he confessed.
I felt a little sorry for him when I heard him say that, since, being locked up, there were few things he could do and also enjoy them.
“Why don’t you bring it... and do I judge for myself what you say? ” I suggested.
He thought about it for a bit and finally went for it. He carefully unsheathed it and grasped it. The person he had saw must not have been very skilled with a sword if that was the exact way he was holding it, although I didn’t really care, I just wanted a measly excuse to be able to get a little closer with something that I could offer him. I also got up and approached, placing myself behind his body and holding his hands firmly to reposition them correctly. I could feel the warmth of him colliding against my body, and the small shock and nervousness that my action had caused him. This same heat clouded my mind and I got closer to him, to the point where it was beginning to be dangerous, resting my nose on the abrove his nape, on his soft, dark hair.
He didn’t move. I didn’t know if it was because of surprise or fear—or maybe both—but when I didn’t receive any refusal, I leaned down a little and slowly slid my nose to the nape, gently inhaling a truly erotic part of his body that countless times he had wanted to touch. I pulled him closer to me by pushing my hands over his and the sword against his belly, an action that made him release a single, loud gasp.
That gasp was the signal that told me that it was time to leave all that and leave it as a joke, since I had to take into account the reason why I was there and whose son the young man I was about to throw myself at was. However, I found myself completely absorbed in his body, in the parts of his body that stuck out and stayed closer to me than any other part; his butt. It, which was kept completely hidden by the width and cut of the kimono, protruded from his body much more than I had imagined, and when I felt it, I pressed it harder with my impatient hips.
His breathing became even more noticeable with each action he performed, and finally he moved, to turn his face towards me, completely glued to mine. His gaze showed desire and his half-open lips, being wet insistently with the tip of his tongue, insinuated themselves towards mine, impatiently.
I didn’t need more than this to completely turn me on.
Skillfully and without taking my eyes off him, I removed his sword with my right hand and held his hip next to his hand with my left. The sword was a means, and once the objective was achieved, it was no longer necessary.
As I approached him with my hands, this time I touched my nose behind his right ear and that gesture shook him, squeezing the hand that held him. Then, anxiously, I gently placed them on his moistened lips. I knew for sure that this would make me even more impatient, but also him, and I was not wrong, as I watched his brow furrow slightly in disappointment. The expression he made cut the cord of my sanity completely and he let me fall, kissing again the soft lips that he had touched a few seconds ago, but this time, sliding my tongue, nervously opening his mouth awkwardly himself.
As I brushed his tongue against mine, I intensified the kiss even more, unconsciously pressing his hip harder to mine and bringing my hand further down, towards where I was feeling his member. When I found it and touched it over the fabric, he moaned softly, taking his mouth off mine, but feeling our breaths on each other.
His gesture bothered me, but it also excited me even more, and as if a strong current were dragging him, I took him inside, into one of the rooms that was closest to our position. There, upon entering, I dropped the katana that was still in my hand, in addition to my own that I carried at my waist, and facing each other, we exchanged glances anxious and eager to continue, but it was he that surrendered first to the desire. He imitated the previous movement of my lips with need. His approach motivated my hands to run over his bulging rear for a few minutes and up his back until I felt the strands of his hair and his hands felt my hard pectorals, after stealthily sliding down the collar of the kimono. I pulled them hard, with excitement, forcing our mouths apart again, causing another moan from the part of him that was muffled through his hands squeezing my chest, as if I could silence it that way.
He couldn’t believe that a boy like him, with that calm image, was being shaken by such a sudden and violent movement like that. It was quite a surprise, a pleasant and welcome surprise.
“If you seduce me like that,” I looked at him from above, still holding his hair, “you will make me lose control completely,” I confessed with a certain threatening and passionate tone.
He hugged my body tightly, embarrassed by his display of arousal and my words, hiding his face in the gap between my pecs.
“I didn’t ask you to restrain yourself...” he blushed.
He was being very bold, and I didn’t need more than a couple of touches from him to do what I had imagined so much when he was watching it; Press him tightly against the tatami and feel the warmth of him completely.
Close to me, I took out the obi of the kimono, then separated it from my body and sat it on top of my legs, face to face, a position that made him blush even more. Once like this, I looked impatiently under the heavy fabric for the fundoshi to slide my hands inside, but I didn’t find it, instead I found directly for the burning and pleasant skin of it; He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Ready to lift all that fabric and expose his butt, Hikaru stopped me to also get rid of my obi and nervously open my kimono until he removed it from my entire torso.
He was moving by imitation and instinct, much more than he realized.
“Hikaru, it’s your first time, right?” I guessed.
He nodded timidly.
His response excited me in a way, since I would be the first to make him feel an immense pleasure unknown to him until now. However, it was something very possible to expect, considering his situation.
To do this, I finished folding the fabric up to his lower back and left it exposed, and then I lowered the fabric from his neck on one side, allowing me to see his body. It turned me on to run my eyes over the areas from his jaw to his stomach, which to my surprise, was much more toned than it seemed on his clothes. I brought my mouth to his marked jaw, kissed and licked every part as I went down to his marked shoulders and panted uncontrollably, until I lowered my tongue to his nipples and pulled them hard while I watched attentively from below reaction from him.
“Ah!” He moaned.
With his nipples, he pressed his legs over mine. This was a piece of information that he must undoubtedly remember later and that he looked forward to.
My hands couldn’t resist and I brought my fingers closer to his hole, but not before moistening them in his mouth, which he took with impetus. The sounds of his mouth echoed in my ears non-stop, so I pulled them out before immediately putting my member in and making he suck on my fingers in vain.
I inserted the first one slowly and felt him shudder. Only one squeezed it so hard that it was difficult for me to keep going in or take it out completely. I needed him to relax.
“You squeeze my fingers so much that it hurts, what will I do if you do the same with my dick?” I reproached him mockingly, because I didn’t want to make him feel bad, just to excite him.
“Your fingers are very big...” he blamed me bold.
Yes, that’s what he said about my fingers, I was dying to hear it when he feel my hard member inside him.
He then surrounded my neck with his arms and I introduced my face into his collarbone, which gave off a pleasant smell of tsubaki, and I inserted one finger after another, moving them in and out without stopping for a few minutes until they went in and out easily. His moans were instantly noticeable, which he threw into my awake and now sensitive ears, so I got rid of what was left of my clothes and grabbed my semi-erect member in complete need, but I stopped myself, aiming to switch to a position in which he felt most comfortable.
“Will you stop?” I hold my hands tightly, worried.
Without a response, because I wanted my actions to speak, I slowly laid him on his back and placed myself on top of him, separating his long, soft legs, which he slid himself around my waist. I kissed him again while I rubbed my member hard against his, simulating lunges as if I found myself inside him.
Thinking about it stopped the rhythm of my hips, moving them away, and I held my penis again, now completely erect, which I then pushed forcefully into its narrow entrance, but I did not introduce it, I just slid it over that passage, noticing with my lubricated tip the soft and delicate skin that surrounded it, masturbating with it. It felt so good just with that that I was dying to go further, and imagining it caused me to sigh loudly and desperately.
“I had already mentioned it to you, that you don’t have to hold back,” he said, while he moved his hips seeking to rub that area more with the hard but soft part between my legs. He bit his already reddened lips, which mine had stained with the hot, wet kisses we had shared, and moaned lightly the times he had almost successfully managed to start thrusting into him with his random pelvic thrusts.
Do not wait more. I held his also hard member and caressed it while lubricated mine with saliva—the only thing at hand in that house—to insert it later.
“Huh! Hurts!” He complained between moans, gripping the fabric of the kimono tightly because of the contrary sensations that invaded his body.
It was obviously narrow, but so soft and hot that it transmitted a pleasant sensation from the tip to my belly. I continued introducing it slowly, trying to minimize the damage as much as possible, since he did not ask me to stop, until it entered completely.
“I had barely put it in and you complain like this, and you ask me not to hold back?” I questioned, with an amused tone.
I knew perfectly well the difficulties he must be going through, as I myself had been in his place when I was even somewhat younger than him, in the many nights I had spent with my now deceased master.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked with understanding.
He frowned.
“I don’t take back my words,” he assured. “I want you to do it to me without any restraint,” he exclaimed, pushing my hips towards him with his legs.
His sudden thrust and his daring words shook my entire body, responding to his demand with thrusts that were accelerated by need, continuing to provide attention to his swollen and throbbing member, until he got used to it and stopped writhing between pain and pleasure, to do it only for the latter.
“Ah! Don’t stop!” He moaned with each thrust, which caused me to push his body harder against the tatami.
Getting closer to him reminded me of the two nubs that jiggled with his thrusts, and were deliciously as hard as his penis. I wanted to bite them hard again so that, for a few moments, he would squeeze my cock in the same way he did with my legs.
“No! Huh! Wait!” He implored because of my action between high-pitched moans.
The sounds of his throat only provoked my body even more, so I turned him violently, resting his knees and elbows on the floor. I could see his huge, fleshy butt, whose hole had been dilated because of me, showing me an erotic and dirty image, which I positioned with my hands on his hips a little lower and inclined that allowed me to see him better. That place contracted non-stop waiting to be penetrated again, between strong gasps and heavy breathing that accompanied his mouth.
“Ah!” He moaned in a surprised cry by the sudden and familiar intrusion inside him “Don’t stop, please!” He immediately begged desperately, contradicting his previous words.
Hikaru knew perfectly well what his begging caused in me, so, shameless and blushing at the same time, he turned his head so he could look at me temptingly wrapped in indescribable pleasure.
“Don’t stop...” he repeated, murmuring again, moving his hips himself.
After his daring gesture, I grabbed his hair tightly, almost attached to his head, and pushed upwards in my direction, while lungering him with more force than before. However, although the movement made his butt suck and surround me tightly, after a while, it wasn’t doing it enough, so, with the goal in mind, I took my legs out from between his and placed them on either side, closing not only his legs, but also his buttocks around my dick.
The change in intonation and greater uncontrollability of his moans let me know how much he enjoyed the new position I had put him in, so I stayed like that for a few more minutes, until I placed my arms on his chest, lifting him up and pressing his sweaty back to my body.
“No! Takeshi-san! If you do it like this, I...!”
I didn’t let him continue, because I introduced my fingers into his mouth, which he licked and held with his hands, until I took them out when I felt him moan loudly on them and his entrance squeezed me tightly. He had reached orgasm without difficulty and his legs were still shaking from the pleasure it gave him.
There were many men and women with whom I had had relationships from an early age, but none, even my own master’s, could compare to that one, and it hadn’t even ended yet. The feeling that that boy gave me, in and out of bed, was indescribable.
“I told you not to do that!” He reproached me, until he realized that he was the only one “Didn’t you like it?” he asked then, fearful and sad to think that he really was what he was thinking. And before I had the chance to deny it, he knocked me down on my back with his great strength—which he had forgotten he had—on the tatami, to immediately climb onto my still hard cock. The kimono was still barely on his body, incredibly messy like his hair but, pulled up over me and the cold fabric rubbing against my skin, contrasting enormously, it gave greater eroticism to a body consumed by the orgasm just had.
“I want to make you feel good...” he confessed, while he inserted my member himself, which he rode incessantly, going up and down quickly.
“Where have you learned such things?” I asked surprised, which he thought was funny.
“Some caretakers brought erotic paintings that I looked at it when they didn’t realize it” he explained “And for weeks, I have fantasized about doing them one by one with Takeshi-san” he commented, touching my chest out of excitement.
Knowing that the boy I had wanted so much had been wanting me for weeks, turned me on even more, so I pushed my hips intensifying the movement of his, quickly, because I wanted to completely melt inside him immediately.
I then lifted his legs above me, spreading them even wider, and looked at his entire exposed body—every part of which was still dripping—from that beautiful and stimulating angle before finishing.
Finally, I moaned in a loud grunt, also reaching orgasm and filling his insides with my sperm, melting into him in wonderful pleasure.
I realized how much I had been captivated in every way by the boy my body was still connected to, and how much I wanted to protect him, and the weeks we had spent and would spend in that house.
“Would you grant this unfortunate rōnin...to become my only master and lord from now on?” I asked him a crazy request, while he hugged his body over mine, gently burying my face in his neck.
“Of course,” he stated, kissing my lips affectionately.
I understood and was extremely grateful that the master I once had insisted, before dying of a serious illness, that he not end my life and promised to continue living even if this was against the code by which governed my life and I became a a dishonorable bastard in the eyes of others, because without him, I would never have gotten to where I was, nor would I have met such a wonderful being.
