| "How�do I make the�pain stop?" he cried, wincing and squeezing his eyes shut. "Touch the source of your pain, Jack. Touch yourself." Jack shivered in revulsion. He had always been taught that touching oneself 'down there' was dishonorable and sinful. 'I will not do this, no matter what the pain. I must overcome�' "No," he whimpered out, even as the burning increased. "You deny yourself again, samurai. Why?" "It is not right. I will not do it�" There was a silence, as though the invisible speaker was deep in thought. Then the voice spoke again, confusion ringing in it. "Why is it wrong? You aren't hurting anyone, not even yourself." "I was taught�" and Jack gave a low groan as he lay on the ground, flat on his belly. "I was taught that it was disrespectful to my ancestors to touch myself." A laugh rang out and Jack growled in anger. How dare he be mocked like this! He must have fallen into another of Aku's traps. He reached over to his side to grasp his now infamous sword, only to find it was missing. 'No! I am weaponless! How can I escape this trap now?' "Do you think your ancestors were saints, Jack? They knew that such action was sometimes needed to relieve tension and clear the mind. Why don't you realize this?" "I was taught to respect my ancestors, no matter what they did." Jack replied, groaning and squirming now as the heat between his legs grew to a feverish pitch. The voice sighed heavily. "We suppose we'll have to show you then. Stubborn man." Jack tensed in fear, his dark eyes darting around to see if anything was there. Nothing was, and he began to feel the voice was bluffing when he felt an invisible hand stroking and pinching his right nipple from inside his robe. His eyes went wide in shock and his hand flew up to cover his nipple. Despite that, he could still feel the sensation of something touching him there. Then, the feelings spread to the left and he covered his hand over that spot as well. "What is happening? What are you doing?!" He yelped, even as his sash came undone and his robe fell open. "Showing you, samurai." "I don't want this! Please, let me be!" Jack struggled against the feelings that coursed through his body. The contact felt so good, but he knew it was wrong! He couldn't, he shouldn't feel such pleasure. He felt himself being lifted into the air and started to thrash as his single undergarment slid down his hips. Jack tried to grab the article of clothing and pull it back up, but found that his arms had been restrained. He cried out as the rough cloth brushed against the head of his now erect maleness. "STOP!" He was shouting as the underwear slid past his knees and stopped to stay pooled up at his ankles. A single tear built up and dripped down his cheek, leaving a wet trail all the way down to his chin. He hissed through his teeth as a ghostly hand wrapped around his arousal, sliding down to run along every bump and ridge with perfect pressure. He felt a shiver of electricity jolt up and down his spine as his testicles were slowly rotated in their scrotum, driving him wild. Jack could only gasp and pant as he was taken higher and higher on the ladder of sensual indulgence. This was wrong, yes, but it was so good to feel this way. Sweat dripped off his heated skin, rivulets running down well-defined muscles honed from his vigorous training. He began to let small moans and coos of satisfaction escape from his otherwise silent lips as the hand on his penis became relentless, moving faster and faster. "You are a quick study, Jack." Jack heard the voice as though it was submerged underwater. He could barely pay attention to its' words as he was nearing the edge of his climax. Somehow sensing this, another invisible hand trailed a finger down the knobby ladder of Jack's back, parted the muscular round globes of his bottom, and began to play with the man's sensitive entrance. "Ugh!" Jack groaned, arching his back as he spilled his semen, the pearly white substance dripping down his belly and his now limp manhood. "Was that dishonorable?" Jack sighed, limbs hanging down slackly, as he rested from the ferocity caused by his orgasm. His hazed mind barely noticed as he was lowered back down to the ground. Eyelids drooped and slowly re-opened as Jack fought sleepiness, to no avail. The voice chuckled, unheard as Jack succumbed to sweet slumber. "We suppose that could be considered as a no." * * * Jack woke up languidly, his head throbbing and throat dry. He blinked as he looked around the forest, confused. Had his sexual experience been nothing more than a dream, a mere twist of his subconscious mind? Everything seemed to point to that possibility. He was lying across the ground, fully dressed, cherished sword ready at his side. At his feet was the half-hidden cause of his tripping, the tree branch. The whole situation was as it should be. However, his hands felt�/sticky/ and as he gave them a closer look, they were covered with dried patches of white. A slightly goofy and totally uncharacteristic grin split across the stoic samurai's face as he rose to his feet. "Whoever you are, I cannot help but to thank you. You taught me an important lesson," he spoke solemnly, glancing up at the canopy of trees before continuing to walk through the forest, now more aware of its' beauty than ever. ~END~ Additional Author notes: ::grins and sweatdrops:: The lesson for today, kiddies? Jerking off will not make you go blind and it's not a bad thing. �Viv� la masturbac�on! ::snickers:: Oh yeah, comments and helpful criticism can be sent my way at [email protected], while Jack will use flames as toilet paper. Bai for now!! munky back |