HRH The Prince of Wales (later King Edward VIII) spent four weeks in Japan in 1922. He arrived in April, having been advised it was the best month to see the cherry blossom. The official visit included a banquet at the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, tours of Shintō shrines and the unveiling of the Allied War Memorial at Yokohama. Japan had been our ally during the Great War.
At an early stage in the visit the officers gave a cocktail party in the Wardroom for Japanese officers who had been especially closely involved, and helpful, in setting up the royal visit. Lieutenant Jack McNally noticed one, a very smart young man, who seemed to be a First Lieutenant in their navy, looking at him as though he might have some message to pass but was seeking a tactful moment to speak. As Jack was circulating with a view to identifying interesting or important people to introduce to his Admiral, he politely approached the unknown Japanese officer and asked him to meet the Admiral. He smiled, assented and was soon engaged in conversation; he spoke pretty good, albeit accented, English. Yet, while he was speaking to the Admiral and other senior officers, Jack would occasionally catch his eye. He suspected that the Japanese might have liked to spend some time with someone closer to his own rank and age; to be more relaxed and informal, but it was not to be. That evening he would work for his drink, as unofficial interpreter, introducer and general good guy.
In the event Lieutenant Jun Yamadori, which Jack later learned was his name, made an excellent impression on both the Admiral and the Flag Captain:
“He turns out to be from an old Samurai family” said the Captain. His father is Count Yamadori, who was a Minister under the last Government and still an influential man. I expect that he’ll rise rapidly in the service.”
HRH The Prince of Wales was to spend the next few weeks ashore, visiting places of interest and spreading goodwill. Jack and the other officers involved in the visit could therefore relax, while diplomats and other officials, British and Japanese, took over. Jack received a courteous invitation to dinner with Yamadori.
“Should I accept? After all, he might turn out to be in military intelligence.”
“Yes, you should accept. It would be most impolite not to. And if he asks any odd questions, just tell him that is classified information. He’ll understand and respect that. Either that, or act the junior officer idiot. I’m sure you can look after yourself.”
Whether Jack succeeded in doing that, the reader may judge.
On the evening, a car with a driver arrived to collect Jack. As Jack and his superior officers suspected, Yamadori was either more influential than his rank of Lieutenant would indicate, or he had private means, or both. Jack had imagined that he must live in a flat or in Navy accommodation, but the limousine wafted him through Tokyo, still quite an attractive city, to a traditional Samurai house on the outskirts. It had extensive gardens and wide views.
Yamadori greeted Jack ceremoniously but warmly. It was as though he had been a long-lost friend. Yamadori was wearing a long black cotton yukata. A yukata, rather than a silk kimono, indicated an informal dinner; informal by Japanese standards. On his feet he wore rope sandals. Jack admired the yukata, which was very elegant.
“I think that you should wear one too. I show you why!”
Why, was fairly obvious. They were to eat cross-legged at a traditional low Japanese table, which was already laid in the dining area, with chopsticks.
“Delightful!” Jack said tactfully.
“Come! I show you!” Jack followed him into a bedroom. He now took off his yukata, to reveal an athletic body clad only in a minimal loincloth; a fundoshi. “For you too!” he added.
Minutes later Jack had doffed his uniform – Jun had provided hangers and there was a peg to hang them from – and was naked and laughing, while Jun showed him how to tie the fundoshi between his legs and buttocks, and knot it at the back. In the process, he gently and lightly touched Jack in several sensitive places, as though by accident. A tasteful yukata was provided in the right size for Jack, and sandals. Yamadori seemed to have thought of everything. Now Jack was clad identically to his host. They walked out into the garden, where they contemplated the ornamental fish pond from a rustic bridge.
“I feed them!” said Yamadori, suddenly. He left Jack alone, but soon returned with a porcelain bowl containing fish food, which he sprinkled on the water’s surface and stirred it into the water with a long glass rod. Beautifully coloured carp began to surface.
“Hi Goi and Nishi-Koi!” said Yamadori, indicating the carp, which were now a swirling kaleidoscope of colour. He murmured something in Japanese.
“What’s that mean, Yamadori San?” asked Jack.
“It’s a haiku:
By the bridge I waited for the golden Koi
To the end of the evening I lingered there alone.
“But, most happily, this evening I am not alone. And please do not call me Yamadori San. Just Jun. And I want to call you Jack. I feel that we are friends already!”
His smile was so warm and attractive that Jack agreed immediately. Perhaps the Japanese were not quite as reserved or formal as their reputation suggested.
Dinner, served by an old manservant who did not speak at all was, in Jack’s expression, ‘different’ but on the whole enjoyable. Fortunately Jack liked seafood. Even the crystallised seaweed tasted good. They drank sake and started to relax.
Finally: “Come to my chashitu,” said Jun.
The chashitu turned out to be a pretty tea house in the garden., where they squatted opposite one another on the floor, which was covered with bamboo matting. Here Jun opened a flask of imperial sake. The rice wine’s fragrance masked its strength. He served it in delicate porcelain bowls. They drank toasts to their respective sovereigns and countries; then to each other.
Jack noticed Jun watching him as the warmth began to pervade his body. It was in any case a balmy evening and Jun had provided plain black fans to cool them. He unselfconsciously agitated his; Jack followed suit; he did not feel much cooler.
“Too hot” said Jun. He slipped off his yukata and sat there naked, apart from his fundoshi. Jack smiled and followed suit. They looked at each other and smiled.
Now what? Jack asked himself. He was feeling light-headed. The sake was obviously stronger – or more something – than it had seemed when he first began to sip it.
Jun was unashamedly examining and admiring Jack, who was fair, blue-eyed and had a boxer’s physique, now displayed to advantage. Jun himself was lithe and slim; Jack found him graceful; his golden skin beautiful. They fell silent.
Something has to happen soon…
Something did. Jack reached out a hand to Jun. Jun grasped it and next moment they were in an embrace, arms and legs wrapped round each other. Faces inches apart, they stared at one another for a long moment. Jun continued to hold Jack’s gaze; he unconsciously protruded the tip of his tongue. Jack found this amusing and attractive. Then they kissed. Jun’s rough tongue, sweetened by the flavoured alcohol, entwined with Jack’s. Jun gasped and then smiled broadly.
“Again,” Jun said. This time they were serious. The kiss lasted several minutes. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths; their hands caressed each other’s skin.
Without speaking further, Jun loosened the knot of Jack’s fundoshi; he whipped it away and tossed it across the room. Then he did the same with his own. Now that they were naked; Jun grasped Jack’s penis and began to tease it; the cock grew rapidly. It was nearly nine inches long and thickest in the middle. Jack closed his eyes and gasped. A pearl of precum formed at the tip.
“Beautiful!’ said Jun, with genuine admiration, as Jack’s cock flushed a delicate rose colour. His own cock, smaller and darker, was becoming hard, too. Jun suddenly dived, giving Jack the first oral sex of his life; Jack almost fainted. Jun’s hands caressed Jack all over, including his face, his balls and gently probed his asshole. Then he kissed Jack again; Jack tasted his own musky sex in Jun’s mouth.
“Crikey!” Jack gasped.
Without ceasing his attentions to Jack, Jun reached for a small lacquer box with a mysterious ideogram painted on the lid. From it he extracted a jade butt-plug. There was also a porcelain pot. It contained an ointment. Jun began to smear ointment on the butt-plug. He then firmly inserted it into Jack’s asshole. Jack’s eyes opened wide and he swore.
“Relax!” said Jun authoritatively, pushing Jack firmly back to the horizontal. After a moment, Jack did. He had never had such a sensation in his life. What with two kinds of sake, oral sex and now this, his head was in a spin. At the same time he felt a glow of wellbeing and was happy to accept whatever came next. This was unusual behaviour for Jack, who was normally energetic and would usually have reacted to sexual provocation from another man with a punch in the face or the guts. Instead of that, he smiled lazily. What the hell was in that sake?
Whatever was in it, Jack’s erection stayed hard and if anything got bigger. It was time for Jun to mount it. It stretched his asshole but he managed to take it. He shut his eyes tightly and threw back his head. His mouth opened in a soundless shout. Jack enjoyed the sensation as Jun rode him. Finally he came, explosively, inside Jun, who shouted Banzai! He felt happy and exhausted. But he was not allowed to rest; Jun was taking him on a journey.
“Now I fuck you” said Jun. He smeared more of the ointment on Jack’s ass and his cock; then he grabbed Jack’s ankles and pushed his legs as far apart as possible. He entered Jack’s asshole and began to thrust. This caused Jack to experience a wave of lust such as he had never imagined. His ass seemed to be on fire, but it was a wonderful feeling. The warmth spread throughout his body. Jun’s energy was inexhaustible. Finally, he pulled out and squirted his jizz over Jack’s torso. Incredibly, Jack managed a further emission, too. Jun spread their blended sperm over Jack’s body and over his own chest as well.
“What did you put in the Vaseline?”
“A little cocaine and some red hot chilli!”
Jun’s house boasted a modern bathroom, with a shower and a bathtub big enough for two. They showered and then relaxed in the tub, laughing and once more becoming amorous.
Finally, after midnight, Jun’s driver took Jack back to his ship, with Jun’s laughing comment that he would ‘send for you again soon’.
Jun was as good as his word. Jack’s duties were light while the royal party were up-country. Very soon, he was invited to meet a mysterious Master. This was to prove interesting. The Master, Bonuke San, was a master of the Japanese art of Shibari; artistic bondage. The Master explained, and Jun translated, that Shibari was specialized art, designed to create a sense of discomfort, pain, or even suffering in the person being tied up. It required a deep understanding of human anatomy, as well as a high level of communication and trust between the participants. While not for everyone, it could be a deeply rewarding and pleasurable experience for those who were willing to explore their boundaries in a safe and consensual manner. Jack’s interest had been aroused.
“We show you,” said Jun. He quickly stripped to his fundoshi. He then bowed to the Master. Before long, his body was criss-crossed by scarlet ropes, which seemed to Jack to be very tight indeed, although the knots and ties were also elegant and regular. Jun’s arms were tightly bound behind him; his legs were tied in the full-lotus position and he was suspended from a wooden and bamboo framework. From time to time the Master would alter his position, so that Jun was now horizontal, facing down; now facing upwards; now hanging upside-down; head towards the floor. To disorientate him further, the Master blindfolded him and tied tight ropes over the blindfold. He untied Jun’s fundoshi, so that he swung there completely naked and exposed. The Master, from time to time, tied weights – small rocks in nets – to Jun’s arms, legs or to clips clamped to his nipples. This made the Shibari even more painful, yet Jun seemed to like it. At any rate, it gave him repeated erections, which coincided exactly with the imposition of each new weight. It was difficult to tell whether his soft moans were of ecstasy or simple pain. A bit of both, Jack reckoned. He was intrigued.
Eventually the Master lowered Jun to the floor. He was untied and lay there for a while, eyes closed and breathing slowly. The Master threw a quilt over him. Presently Jun resurfaced and smiled at Jack.
“Your turn now!” he said.
Jack grinned at him: “And who will be in charge?”
Jun smiled. “Not the Master this time. It will be me. He just watch!”
