Richard opened his eyes. He had been having a nightmare; a nightmare in which he and his sons were captured by some kind of mythological demon in a cave. The cave was hot and dark, and although he was not fettered in any way, Richard felt sluggish and unable to move, weighted down by something dragging at him. This dragging made it almost impossible for him to reach the surface of consciousness. Each time Richard reached the light of awakening, he was pulled back into the darkness...over and over.

He knew this would go on forever if he did not break the agonizing repetition. The next time he saw the light above him, the brightness of consciousness, he forced himself to reach for it. He grabbed at it and hauled himself up and out of sleep. He found himself in a bed with peach colored silk sheets. He was naked an almost painful morning piss hard on. His younger son, Brian was wrapped around his chest, his soft smooth little face buried in Richard's neck. He little guy had his legs wound around his father's torso. His older son, Pete, all of eleven, had slipped down toward the foot of the bed. He too clung to his dad, but his arms were wrapped around Richard's hips. Both boys sought their dad as a release from the intense fear of the last days. Pete had somehow gotten twisted up in his father's legs and now lay half between them, his face resting in Richard's ample jungle of pubic hair.

"Boys!" Richard managed, his voice thick with morning itself, "Boys, wake up." Richard stretched and unwrapped his strong muscular legs from round the slender young frame of his son. Richard's thick piss hard on rose up and slapped his stomach and then thumped against little Pete's head. Pete blinked and opened his beautiful little boy eyes.

"Huh? Oh Dad. I dreamed we were with that other guy, the Jap!" Richard's big dick pulsed again and this time slapped his son in the face. The boy hardly seemed to notice. He crawled up next to his father's face. Richard noticed that the boy seemed even thinner, and that his face looked tired and drawn, no doubt from stress.

Pete shook his naked brother. "Wake up, Bri, Dad's gonna take us home."

As little Brian fluttered awake, Richard pondered what to tell his sons. "We can't quite go home yet, guys. We've got to do a few things first."

Brian hugged his father closer, pressing against the man's chest. Richard's piss hard on accidentally slid up between the cheeks of his younger son's ass. It reminded him of Mr. Black's demands, and he felt suddenly cold and clammy.

"We don't like it here, Dad. Those men are perverts. They show us bad films and make us be naked and touch us and stuff."

"I know boys, we'll be out of here just as soon as we can. I just need to arrange a few things with Mr. Black."

Mr. Black is waiting for you..."came a voice in slightly broken English from across the room. There seated in a wooden chair, backed by curtains closed to keep the harsh morning sunlight from filling the soft quiet room, was a very naked teenage boy. He was no more than fourteen, maybe only thirteen, bit his pubic bush was an intense black as was the hair on his head. It is difficult to determine the age of an Asian boy. Some at nineteen look fourteen, and some at fourteen look nineteen. Many believe diet have something to do with this. It is thought that lack of dairy products have kept Asian's smaller in stature for generations. Who knows? The point is this kid was small and thin and very beautiful. He sat in the wooden chair with his legs spread, playing with his penis and balls as he watched the naked American and his two naked sons.

Richard moved his boys to one side and sat up, his thick hairy legs hanging over the side of the bed, his thick heavy morning erection standing out over two very full low hanging balls. The boys' eyes went right to Richard's crotch. As he stared at the American's fucker and sack, the Asian fingered his own teenage fuckmeat.

"Who are you?" Richard demanded. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to sound imperious, when you are bare assed with a morning piss hard?

The boy smiled, but did not cease playing with his prick. "My name is Tot. Mr. Black sent me to invite you to breakfast, Mr. Dickerson. Your sons' will receive breakfast here, but Mr. Black would like you to join him on the terrace for a private conversation." Richard stood up, his prick bouncing. The Asian boy ate him up with us eyes.

"Don't' leave us, Dad!" Pete shouted at once, echoed by Brian.

"It's all right boys, I'm just going onto the terrace for a chat with Mr. Black. It might get us out of here quicker. You'll be fine, here. Eat your breakfast. I'll be back soon, I promise." He turned to the naked Asian boy, who pumped and fondled his teenage dick in front of Richard and his two sons. "May I shower and take a piss first?"

The Asian kid hopped to his feet, his own smaller, heavily veined fucker pulsing and slapping up at his belly. "This way, Sir." He turned and with his ass wiggling provocatively, led the way to the bathroom.

The boy never left or took his eyes from Richard's fat dick as the American stood before the toilet and pissed. If anything he stood even closer and bent over slightly as if to watch the pissing dick with even more interest.

"You are very beautiful, Sir. I would love you to fuck me."

Richard glanced at the boy. The poor kid had obviously been corrupted at a very young age and was now just as perverted as his masters. "I don't fuck boys." Richard said.

"How sad. So many boys could enjoy the length and thickness of your beautiful dick. Why don't you fuck boys, Sir, if I may ask."

"It is sick and perverted to do such things with your own sex. I am not anti-gay in policy or belief, but certainly have no interest in it in practice." The heavy sound of Richard's forceful piss stream rang through the bathroom. The boy watched, fascinated, fingering his own stiff teenage meat.

"I don't understand what you are saying, but it is sad, I think. You could bring so much pleasure to so many boys. You could bring such great pleasure to my asshole, that I would never forget you."

Richard turned his head. "You really enjoy getting fucked?"

The boy's face brightened. "It is the most wonderful feeling in the world."

Richard shook his head in confusion. His piss spray spurted and trickled and stopped, a few last drips clinging to the head of Richard's prick. Suddenly Tot dropped to his knees and thrust his head in front of the toilet. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at Richard's cockhead. Richard stepped back, pulling his thick foreskin down over his helmet, but the boy's tongue dug into the foreskin to lap at the last of the piss drops.

"Here, stop that, now. That is really sick!" Richard barked. The boy looked up at him with a pout.

"Men like to have their dirty dicks cleaned. It is the proper thing to do."

"I'll shower to clean myself, thank you!" Richard backed toward the clear glass shower, ignoring the Japanese style bathing pool. He stepped into the large six shower headed cubicle. The boy, without missing a beat entered as well.

"Could I have some privacy please," Richard said.

"But I am to wash you! If I do not wash you, I will be punished. Do you want that?" The boy pouted again, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

"They would punish you, if you didn't wash me?"

"Oh yes. They would stick needles through my nipples and into my ball bag. Please, Sir. I must do my duty."

Richard frowned. "Well, I don't want you hurt on my account." The kid grinned and picked up a large sponge. He proceeded to scrub Richard's strong body.

Back in the bedroom, the large flat wall television suddenly sprang to life, showing Richard in the shower to the two boys on the bed.

"Look, it's dad!" shouted Brian. "Why does he have that Asian boy in the shower with him. He tells us we are too old to shower or take a bath with him."

Richard closed his eyes and placing his hands on the marble shower wall, allowed young Tot to scrub his back. The teenage boy soaped and scrubbed, with each stroke allowing his hands to move down closer to the man's muscular ass. Soon the boy's bare hands were massaging and kneading the full hard ass cheeks. Richard felt it was somehow wrong, but it felt so good that he convinced himself it was nothing more than a therapeutic massage .

"That boy is playing with Dad's ass!" Brian said, crawling to the end of the bed to see even better. The teenager in the shower was amazed at the hard pale smooth ass cheeks of the Agent. His teenage fucker stood up stiff. He allowed his dick to rub against the ass and into the crack. Richard leaned further against the marble wall, the water cascading down onto him. It felt so good.

"Bri, look, he's rubbing his dick in Dad's ass! Why would Dad do such a thing?" But both the ten and eleven year old felt strange tingling sensations in their tiny dicklets.

"Shut the fuck, up, Pete. He's just washing Dad is all!"

Tot put his face against Richard's back and rubbed it up and down between the man's shoulder blades. The boy soaped up his hand and slid it between Richard's ass cheeks.

"No, stop that. That's wrong..."

"I have to get you clean, here too, or I will be punished," the boy said, sliding his slender hand up and down over Richard's quivering ass pucker.

"I know, but I can't let you do that. It's sexual." The boy slid his hand deeper, under the ass and cupped Richard's huge dangling nuts.

"You have not had decent sex in a very long time, I can feel it. Your balls are very full. They must hurt from the need to unload." Tot rubbed and gently squeezed the American's heavy scrotum. Richard's fuck meat was fully erect again and he began to rub it against the slippery marble wall as the teenager rolled his big nuts in his hand.

Richard felt something else prodding at his asshole. He didn't know if it was a wash cloth or what. But his sons saw clearly that it was the head of the teenager's swollen dick. Tot gently lifted Richard's arms and proceeded to lick at the man's hairy armpits. He sucked the pit hairs and thrust his tongue up and down over the concave area of flesh. Richard pressed his face into the marble wall. It felt so good to relax after everything he had been through. He thought or his wife, waiting at home for her children, he remembered here warm body in bed fitting in next to him. He recalled thrusting his big dick into her pussy. Even though they had two children, they still enjoyed sex like newlyweds. She loved few things in live as much as sucking on his huge dick. She would often sleep at night with his fat cock in her mouth, nursing it like a baby does a pacifier. How many marriages maintain that level of intimacy? She truly loved to lick his fat low hanging balls, and Richard had to smile standing there in the shower, as he recalled just a few weeks before coming to Tokyo, how she had been bathing his nuts with her tongue in the kitchen one morning when both Brian and Pete had walked in. They stood in shocked silence watching their mom lapping at Richard's fuck bag.

They had of course stopped at once, but inside Richard felt okay with the fact that his boys had witnessed just how much their mom still loved their dad after all these years. It was a testament to a marriage that worked! He was certain that his boys heard her at night slurping on his big dick as she sucked him off. She was a very noisy cocksucker. And after all, his sons were reaching an age when they had to learn about what boys and girls do together. There was nothing dirty in the fact that Richard's wife sucked his dick and enjoyed it. Richard had in fact, intended to have a little "Birds and Bees" talk with his boys about cocksucking, but he had not yet gotten around to it. He knew that as his sons got to be thirteen and fourteen, there might be certain girls at school who wanted to suck their dicks. He wanted his sons to know that it was a normal and healthy part of sex.

Suddenly Richard was brought back to reality. He felt the insistent tug on his thick dick to indicate that he was indeed getting a blow job. It was not as efficient as the cocksucking of his wife, but it was certainly better than poor Cadet Takashi had performed in their feeble attempt to ready him for his undercover work. Richard looked down to find the naked young Asian boy eagerly slurping on his throbbing, leaking fucker. Richard had no interest in, nor time for in oral sex from males. The idea repulsed him. Still the soft young mouth enclosing his penis did feel heavenly and the way the tongue pushed at the receding foreskin was quite wonderful. Maybe the kid was as good as his wife after all.

The boy gently cupped Richard's nuts as he slurped on the fuckmeat. The balls were so large, they spilled over the kid's hands. Tot had so few chances to fuck Western dick, that he truly relished the chance. The dick of a Westerner tasted different from Asian or Indian or Middle Eastern Dick. Young Tot knew the different flavors of cock. He sucked a great deal of dick. It was not unusual for Mr. Black to have the boy suck fifteen or twenty dicks in a single day. Of course he loved to get his tiny ass fucked by cock as well, but Tot had come to think of himself primarily as a cocksucker. Mr. Black and his assistants had drummed into the young boy's head that he was born to be a cocksucker, and truth be told, he thought of little else. But the taste of a clean Western dick was superb, especially if it was large and meaty.

In the bedroom little Brian and Pete watched in horror as the Asian teen sucked their father's fat dick. They could not believe their eyes. It was awful. It was perverted. It was spellbinding. For some reason, little Pete's asshole started to itch terribly. He reached down to scratch it, but found his fingers lingering down there, rubbing his little boy hole.

"Our Dad is a pervert!" Brian said, his mouth open, saliva hanging from his lip.

"No he is not! He is doing this to get us out of here. He is fooling them." Pete told his brother, fingers working at his little ass bud.

Isn't sex a strange thing? How it controls us and comes over us unexpectedly. For some odd reason, both of these innocent, delicate pre-teen boys has painfully throbbing hard little peckers watching their father get his dick sucked by an Asian youth.

Richard pulled away from the sucking Asian. "Stop it. Stop that! I don't like that!"

The beautiful Asian boy looked up at him, a seductive smile on his face. "That is not what your dick says!" It was true. Richard's fucker had never been harder, longer or thicker. A string or pre-fuck formed a bridge from his pisshole to the kid's lower lip. The heavy torrent of water washed it away, but not before the thick pre-cum draped the boy's lip and he sucked some of hit into his mouth. That was something else he loved. The taste of Western pre-cum and sperm. That was a dietary thing. The amount of meat Westerners age flavored their fuck slop and sperm. Tot licked his lips.

Richard stepped out of the shower, his big fucker dangerously close to shooting. It stuck out from his groin like a missile about to be launched. What was happening to him. His mind reeled with thoughts of fucking and sex. Dark and dirty sex of perverse nature. He reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Tot stepped out after him, grabbed another towel and began to dry the tall American.

"No thank you, I can do that!" Richard snapped, feeling so close to orgasm that he dare not let the teenager touch him.

"I want to make love to your dick!" The boy said, yanking and pumping on his own teenage slab.

"I'm sorry, but only my wife sucks my dick." Richard said, his fuckmeat pushing out the front of the towel a good nine inches. Richard's chest rose and fell with his labored breathing and his large pebbly nipples thrust themselves off of his pec meat like tits on a horny whore. Richard turned to the sink and selected a wrapped toothbrush and some toothpaste and proceeded to clean his mouth. There was no brush or comb to tame his unruly hair, but the tangle on his head gave him a somehow animalistic magnetism. Tot stood there flogging his teenage meat and drooling over the American. "Please stop doing that in front of me. Didn't you say, Mr. Black was waiting for me?"

The audacious teen released his dancing leaking prick and licked the pre-fuck off of his own hand. "This way, Sir." He said, cute ass wiggling as he led the way out of the bathroom. Brian and Pete sat silently watching their father and the hard dicked teen. Brian pulled the bed sheet up to cover his own stiff little dickie, and Pete took his finger from his young boy asshole. They looked so innocent and perfect seated there on the peach silk sheets, like figures from a classical painting.

"You boys shower and have breakfast. I'll be back just as soon as I can. Richard looked from his beautiful bare assed sons over to Tot with his dripping teenage dick. It was becoming more and more apparent to the American that Mr. Black lived in some kind of all-consuming twisted world of constant sexual longing and gratification. A world where FUCK was ever present and one's sexual needs were constantly challenged and met.

Still wearing the towel around his waist, Richard followed young Tot through the penthouse. Thoughts of escape did cross his mind. The door seemed to be unguarded. But how could he get his sons safely out of the building? The glass terrace doors were open and the morning breeze blew the sheer curtains into the room. Like wings or sails on some great ship, they fluttered and snapped.

Mr. Black, wearing a gold kimono with a dark black and green dragon down the back, rose from the table at which he sat and indicated a chair for Richard.

"Good morning. Please join me. But please remove the towel first. I'm afraid I can't allow you to remain clothed while you are with me. I hope you availed yourself of Tot's service as a body slave. He is quite proficient for one so young. Tot, you are dripping."

The teenager looked down at his leaking dick, scooped the pre-fuck hanging from his pisshole onto a finger and deposited it in his mouth. "Young boys are such beautiful sexual creatures."

"I'm afraid I don't share your viewpoint about boys or about males in general." Richard said, throwing his towel onto another chair and sitting down.

"Your bathroom behavior indicated otherwise..." Mr. Black laughed and indicated a television monitor hanging from the wall of the terrace. Richard stared at his two naked sons showering. "I like to keep an eye on my guests."

It was then that Richard realized that since the table was glass, his big dick and heavy balls could be seen through the table-top by Mr. Black. He quickly grabbed a napkin and put it on his lap.

"Tot is also quite talented at ass sucking. I know full well that many many men do not get adequate ass sucking from their wives or lovers. Their spouses think it somehow dirty or filthy to suck and lick the assholes of their men. They do not see the beauty in it. There is no greater sign of loyalty and fealty than to eat out the ass of one you serve."

"Some of us don't think of our wives as servants."

"I assure you, I am not a misogynist in any way. But servants, male or female must learn their love and sexual dynamics demand that one partner is the master and one the slave. One eats ass, and one is eaten. Of course there are reciprocal relations, but even then, one does always dominate. I dare say with your wife...she is the sucker!

"My sexual relations with my wife are not on the table for discussion."

Mr. Black smiled., a kind of sad, knowing smile. "What would you like to eat? Eggs, cereal, something Asian?"

"I'd like to take my sons and leave. I am prepared to resign from my job and pursue you no longer."

"How kind of you, but I'm afraid that it not quite enough. I'm afraid, you will have to fuck your sons for us."

Richard's fists were tight and white. "I'm afraid, I can't do such a disgusting act."

"But what will happen to them if you don't is much much worse...you must understand that."

"What kind of monster are you?" There was no anger now in Richard's voice. Just honest curiosity and a bit of disbelief that someone could be like this.

Mr. Black turned his tea cup three times, and then raised it and took a sip. "When I was eleven years old, I was raped by my father. He was an American, working in China after the war...in espionage actually. My mother was a very kind, gentle Chinese woman of great beauty. My father was an ideal father, until an accident during a mission caused a personality disorder. He hurt his head and was never the same again. He began to treat both my mother and myself with cruelty and violence. He forced me to lick my mother's pussy after he fucked her...and her asshole as well. She was my mother, so I felt only love. He stuck needles into her nipples and heated them; torture techniques he had learned from his American bosses. He punched me daily, hurt me with glee, and after fucking my face for a year or so, he started to fuck me.

"After a few years of this kind of abuse, I swore that I would some day kill him. As soon as I reached puberty, he forced me to fuck my own mother. But he still was not satisfied. He hired a sadistic Japanese martial Arts expert to beat and torture me. He would have this done outside in the middle of the small village where we lived. The villagers tried to look away, but he was rich and powerful and threatened to turn out those who did not partake of his games. I was stripped naked in the town square and tied to a post. I was beaten with belts and rods. Objects were shoved up my penis and anus. My mother, who could not stand to see me hurt, died, of a broken heart, I think. My father took photos of my torture and shared them with perverted friends. Here is a book in which I have gathered some of them." He opened the book for Richard to see a young boy in school whites being horribly abused by a man in a Kimono. Richard could not bare to look at them...at the agony on the face of the boy.

"So, at the first opportunity, I killed both the Japanese sadist and my father.

"I went into the mountains from one temple to another, eventually finding my way to the Shaolin School, where I received for the first time in my life love. But it was too late. All I wanted to was to learn the Art of Killing, and for me hurting and sex were forever bound together. I learned how people use each other. I learned how Nations use each other. I became an enemy of humanity. I felt it was my duty to point out to the fools of this earth that their Gods, their goals, their dreams and their loves were nothing but painted shadows, and any man, no matter how noble, may be broken. "

Mr. Black snapped his fingers and two black giants emerged from nowhere and dragged Richard out of his chair. "You will now learn what it means to refuse an order from me. I gave you a chance to save your sons great pain by applying a little. Perhaps you need to learn a greater lesson."

Meanwhile, Kinto was serving the two little boys their breakfast. Once again they ate out of dog bowls on the floor. Just before he served the dog food, He masturbated into the dishes. Then he blew his nose into the bowels and mixed it in.

"We want our father..." Brian complained.

"Only if you eat all of your breakfast and lick your bowls clean.

"But it tastes awful." Pete said defiantly. "It tastes like shit!"

Kinto smiled. "No, little one. When you eat shit, you will know it."