The Blazing Tempest

DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.


THE BLAZING TEMPEST (Omake)
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version July 9, 2006


Kikuchiyo always considered himself to be a courageous man. Even when they had battled the Odalisk and the Demon Lord Ahriman in Ain Mehira, he had felt no fear. Well, certainly not the kind that froze him dead in his tracks.

But how could he stand a chance against angry brown and crimson eyes that sparked with menacing lightning bolts?

"Kikuchiyo, you are a bane to all decent males with that fiendish concoction of yours!"

"I've been wondering about that for years. What made you brew such a vile potion to begin with? Did Ukyo order you to do it?"

The mechanical samurai stuttered, "It was my great grandfather who invented it…when our prized cow stopped making milk and…"

"DO WE LOOK LIKE COWS TO YOU?"

A pitiful sob, followed by the swift opening of a crimson uniform to reveal woefully swollen nipples. "Look what you did to me! That pervert of a student of mine has regressed to infancy because of you!"

"What about me?" the other argued. "Not only is my dirty-minded husband feeding on me, I've got a mini horse and a dog chasing me everywhere, hoping for the opportunity to snack on me!"

His comrade agreed wholeheartedly. "They do the same thing to me too."

In unison, they whirled towards the cyborg and demanded, "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS?"

Kikuchiyo made a helpless shrug. "But if I stop making the potion, those two are going to kill me!"

A flash of two sharp swords. "Perhaps you prefer that I kill you now."

A halting hand was raised, as sharp brown eyes glared down at him. "You're going to make this up to me, Kikuchiyo, especially for all the years of misery you put me through."

"Me too! Just one week feels like an eternity. That horny young man who calls himself my student doesn't know how to taper the dose. I don't want to grow breasts!"

"But…but…" Kikuchiyo squeaked, feeling his heart about to give way from terror.

There was evil laughter and the poor cyborg swallowed hard at the unknown fate awaiting him.

"Oh, you're going to assist us in our little scheme, my dear Kikuchiyo-sama, and we expect your full cooperation. And we don't want to hear a single word of complaint. Do you understand?"

Kikuchiyo could only tremble as those two formidable figures covered him in shadow.

~~~~~

"Neee…Kanbei…"

"HEH!"

"Have mercy on me, Kanbei-saaamaaaa!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Oh, show some pity, will you?"

Kyuzo snorted in disgust as he watched Shichiroji trail miserably after his beloved spouse, with his hands clutching his aching privates.

"I never figured you to be the clumsy type, Shichiroji," the Bandit Chief remarked. "Didn't you see that yakan raise its arm when you leaped?"

"I was fighting three opponents," the Samurai argued. "You can't expect me to see every little move they make."

Laughing, Katsushiro went up to his teacher. "I wish I could sympathize with you, Shichiroji-dono. I heard your nuts crack when your crotch connected…"

"PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME!" Shichiroji cried in anguish. "I might be damaged for life, and I have yet to enjoy my wedding night." He turned to the stern back of his lover. "Kanbei, have a heart! I'm in agony here!"

"You'll survive, you perverted Samurai," Kanbei declared hotly. "Believe me!"

"Oh, come on! Don't be so cruel!"

"Kanbei," Kyuzo interrupted the Warrior's whining, "Katsushiro and I are going to scout along the east perimeter."

"Yes, sure. Check on Gorobei and Heihachi while you're at it."

"Shouldn't we check on Kikuchiyo-dono too, Sensei?" Katsushiro inquired. "He might be slacking off again."

"Slacking off or doing more of that vile potion?" Kyuzo asked knowingly. When his student fell into guilty silence, he said, "Never mind him. We have our own job to do."

As teacher and pupil walked off, neither Shichiroji nor Katsushiro noticed the winks that were exchanged between their lovers.

When Kyuzo and Katsushiro had disappeared into the woods, Kanbei at last faced his lover, who had plopped down on the ground, cradling his abused genitals.

"I'm in terrible pain!" Shichiroji wailed in misery.

"Oh, stop being so melodramatic, Shichiroji," the concubine scolded him. "It's nothing that a little cold compress couldn't remedy."

"But our wedding night… It's been three days since we got married!"

"When we were in the desert, sex is all we ever did. Can't you think of something better for us to do?"

"But we're married now. We're supposed to consummate our vows."

"If I remember correctly, I never said anything about wanting to marry you. You're so against becoming celibate that you tricked me into marrying you."

"Whether it happened sooner or later, what's wrong with that? We are going to get there any way. I just saved the two of us from the long wait."

Kanbei shook his head. "Shichiroji, you are unbelievable. We have a crisis here and all you're thinking about is sex?"

"And what are we supposed to do on our wedding night any way? Chat? Play chess?" Shichiroji sensed the intense stare of coal black eyes. "And what are you looking at?"

Moeru was gazing intently at the younger man whose hands were gingerly cupping the prized appendages at his crotch. The miniature horse casually trotted over to Shichiroji. Craning his neck down, he tentatively sniffed at the Samurai's crotch, puffing out air between his teeth.

Remembering the colt's fiendish talent for emasculation, Shichiroji swiftly covered his prized jewels between his hands and crossed a protective thigh over them.

"Oh no you don't, Moeru!" the Samurai said warningly. "I know you've got coin purses running inside that devilish little head of yours. Why don't you look elsewhere, like under someone's damned yukata?"

"Hey!" Kanbei exclaimed in offense. "Coin purse hunting is strictly prohibited here, unless it's an evil Amanushi or a Nobuseri. I could only make exceptions for those two."

"Kanbei, you're not supposed to encourage him, remember?"

"Well, you started it. If he's going to embark on a quest for more coin pouches, it would better be among our enemies."

Hearing that remark, Shichiroji let out a groan. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth, Chester decided to toddle over to his compatriot's side, who was still avidly eyeing the Samurai's shielded assets. Wanting to help Moeru out, the dachshund proceeded to scratch Shichiroji's hands and nibble on his fingers, trying to pry them off.

Fearing for his manhood, the Warrior started kicking his legs out and waving a hand. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! SHOOO! SCRAM! BEAT IT!"

For a moment, the colt and the dog caught a glimpse of Shichiroji's cock. Kanbei snickered wickedly as the two babies looked at each other and shook their heads in disappointment. Together, they walked away and headed for a clump of bushes, leaving a surprised Shichiroji behind.

Noting the broad grin on the concubine's face, Shichiroji demanded, "What's so funny, Kanbei?"

"I...eherm...guess your beloved manhood is not big enough to make two coin purses." The minute he spat out that comment, Kanbei bent over and laughed.

"So you think that's funny, huh?" the Samurai retorted, stuffing his insulted member back inside his trousers. "You won't be laughing once I throttle you!"

There was a furious rustling in the bushes. Suddenly, Moeru and Chester ran shrieking from the brush. Before Kanbei could get away, the two younglings dove at him again, sending him falling backwards to the ground.

At the sight of his lover struggling on the ground, pinned by the two terrified animals, it was Shichiroji's turn to erupt into laughter.

"Now, THAT'S funny!" the Samurai chortled, clutching his aching belly.

When he was finally able to get Moeru and Chester off him, Kanbei had a ready rebuttal for the younger man. However, he was never able to speak what was on his mind when he saw what lay behind the bushes.

Noticing how pale his lover had become, Shichiroji asked, "What is it? What's wrong?" But the whoremaster could not answer, his lovely doe eyes wide with fear.

Turning, the Samurai grimaced, seeing the cause of the concubine's dread. Looking back at his lover, he said, "It's just a cave, Kanbei."

"The Hermit's cave!" Kanbei muttered in shock. "I thought it was just a story meant to keep the children in line. I never thought.... Shichiroji, let's get out of here! The Hermit might come any minute and eat us!"

"I thought you were talking about the Evil Kappa of Kanna Lake."

"The Hermit of Kanna Woods is much worse. I've heard stories about him. He traps unwary travelers and eats them alive!"

"Kanbei..." Shichiroji breathed an exasperated sigh. "You said so yourself. It's merely a story. Surely you don't believe that crap!"

"But, Shichiroji, think about it very well. We've visited Kanna Village many times during the war, but we've never found any caves. However, according to legend, there is a single cave hidden in Kanna Woods, and that's it!"

"So there's a cave. So what?"

"Shichiroji, the Hermit could be in there right now. Or it might be out in the woods. If it sees us here..."

The Samurai gave the cave a dubious glance. "Well, it doesn't look like it has been lived in for centuries. Don't you see how the brush covers it almost completely? That means, no one has been going in or out of it."

"No human or animal, you mean. But we're talking about the Hermit of Kanna Woods. A monster! I'm telling you, you fool! We must get out of these woods NOW!"

Shichiroji glared balefully at his frightened lover. To his chagrin, the concubine had inched back towards Moeru and Chester. The teeth of his lover and the two babies were chattering like castanets.

Kanbei was dismayed when his lover replied, "Well, I'm not going anywhere until I find out what's inside that cave. I have every intention of laying this Hermit myth to rest."

"Don't be stupid, Shichiroji! The Hermit will eat you alive!"

"Let him eat me! With my trusty, I'll give him a bloody bellyache he'll never forget!"

Saying this, Shichiroji grabbed his lamp from Thanatos' saddle. Impatiently pushing aside the bushes, he tromped inside the cave, mumbling and grumbling along. Kanbei watched breathlessly as the light of the lamp slowly began to dim as his lover went deeper inside. In minutes, he could not see anything at all.

The whoremaster reached out to pat Thanatos' flank, who along with Denko, had taken defensive positions around the concubine and the two babies.

"Your Master is a fool, Thanatos," Kanbei commented in mixed awe and dread. "But a very brave one, I could tell you that." He peered through that dark maw, but he couldn't make out anything inside. "Damn it! What's taking him so long? Denko, why don't you go in after him?"

Denko gazed at his Master as though he were insane. The stallion quickly shook his head. Before Kanbei could give a pleading glance to Thanatos, the war steed looked away as well.

Turning to Moeru and Chester, the whoremaster inquired, "What about you two? I know you're very brave, Moeru. Why don't you go inside and check on Shichiroji? If the Hermit's there, you have my wholehearted permission to take his cock. I'll even be very happy to make nice coin purses for you and Chester."

The midget horse and the dachshund gaped at their Master, shocked that he would even dare make that suggestion. Swiftly, they abandoned Kanbei's side to hide between the legs of the two stallions.

"COWARDS!" the concubine hissed in anger. "Well, I'm not going in there. I already warned him, and that's that. If he had any sense in him, he'd come right out."

As ten minutes flew by with no sign of the Warrior, the whoremaster began to worry. Already, a disturbing image of Shichiroji skewered on a large tree branch being roasted on an open fire was running through his mind.

"Damn you, Shichiroji!" Kanbei pulled out his sword, as he stood up. In his trembling hands, his katana shook violently. "If the Hermit hasn't munched on your measly carcass, I'll chop you into bite size pieces and serve you to him myself."

Swallowing hard, the whoremaster made one nervous step towards the cave, then another step, and another. Following close at his heels were the four petrified animals.

Just as he was about to make another step forward, a blood-curdling scream reverberated from the cave, causing Kanbei to almost jump out of his clothes. Thanatos and Denko made a hasty retreat into the bushes, leaving behind Moeru and Chester, who had fainted and fallen on their backs, legs raised stiffly in the air.

Concern for his lover took precedence over fear. Calling out the Samurai's name, Kanbei rushed inside the cave. The concubine stumbled through the rocks and the darkness, searching and groping desperately for his lover. In his fright, he did not sense the grinning figure that was waiting for him inside the cavern.

The minute Kanbei stepped into the main chamber, Shichiroji wrapped his arms around the older man's waist. But the concubine believed that it was the evil Hermit of Kanna Woods who held him. With an angry cry, Kanbei pulled free, swinging his sword at the same time. His eyes flew wide in horror, seeing the startled face of his lover in the dimmed light of the lamp. Thankfully, he was able to check his swing, the blade stopping just beneath Shichiroji's chin.

"Damn it, you idiot!" Kanbei furiously sheathed his katana, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. "Do you know that I damn near took your head?"

"Yes," Shichiroji nodded, his face a ghastly white as he clutched the spot where the blade had almost nicked him. "I could see that."

The concubine fumed and frothed at the mouth, pacing back and forth. "Do you know that you scared me half to death? I thought that the Hermit had captured you, or worse, taken your head."

Shichiroji smiled at the obvious concern the older man had for him. "I'm so happy to see you cared for me, Kanbei-sama."

Before Kanbei could spout off a vile retort, he slipped on something and fell face first on the dirt floor. As he eased up on his elbows from the ground, he found himself face to face with a skull. With a cry of surprise, the whoremaster practically leaped into Shichiroji's arms.

"For someone who had faced the Devil," the Samurai mused, grinning at his blushing lover, "I never thought you'd be frightened by a skull."

"It caught me by surprise!" Kanbei said defensively. "I'm not afraid of a skull!"

Carefully lowering the younger man, Shichiroji picked up his lamp to illuminate the grisly scene of a man's mortal remains. Solemnly, he announced, "Here's your dreaded Hermit of Kanna Woods, Kanbei."

The concubine inspected the bones closely. "Looks like he's been dead for years now. But how..." Kanbei's eyes rested upon the rusted sword that was sticking out of the wall, its blade in a horizontal position. He looked at the sword and then at the skull, to which was still attached a few vertebrae. Seeing the smooth cut at the neck, a frown furrowed his brow. "Shichiroji, this man..."

The Samurai nodded. "Yes, he took his own head."

"But why? Why would he do this?"

Shichiroji pointed to the strewn pile of divining bones not too far from the dead Hermit. "If I read those bones correctly, they told him that he didn't have to wait any longer, that the avatar had come and will defeat the evil."

"WHAT?" The whoremaster shook his head in confusion. "I think you're mistaken. Are you sure you're reading those bones correctly?"

The Samurai, however, took his lover's hand and led him to the inner part of the cave. Kanbei's jaw dropped at the sight of the chalk paintings on the wall. Despite the crude, nearly faded lines, the paintings depicted a battle between men with spears and what looked like the fierce visage of a demon. However, in the next scene, there was a drawing of a tall man with rays being emitted from his being. The following scene had the tall man standing face to face with the demon. Although the actual battle was not shown, the last painting had the tall man, apparently the champion, surrounded by kneeling figures.

"Does this look familiar to you?" Shichiroji inquired with a raise of his brows.

"I don't believe it!" the concubine gasped. Gingerly, he raised a hand to the paintings but was afraid to touch them. "How did he know all this?"

"I think this man belonged to the tribe that initially contained the Odalisk in Ain Mehira. I think it was his intent to face the demon in the event that you hadn't come or if you had not succeeded in defeating it. He was to be humanity's next champion."

"But I defeated Ahriman in Ain Mehira..."

"Which means, as the bones had told him, that there is no longer any reason for him to wait."

"He didn't have to kill himself. He could've gone on living."

"Unfortunately, his purpose for living was to battle the evil that was threatening mankind."

Deep sorrow and regret filled Kanbei's heart for this unknown warrior. Gazing at the bones once more, he whispered, "I'm sorry," and offered a prayer to the dead man's spirit.

Shichiroji was charmed by the grief and respect that his lover accorded the warrior's earthly remains. However, he doubted if the concubine would still be mourning this man once he sees the other thing that the Samurai had discovered.

With a wicked smirk on his lips, the Shichiroji placed his hand on the whoremaster's shoulder. "Come with me. There's something else I want to show you."

Nodding, Kanbei followed the younger man into the inner chamber. The first thing that caught his attention were the furs strewn on top of a stone slab. It was apparent to him that his served as the Hermit's makeshift bed. Still, he found it curious that there were four iron rings on each corner of the bed. Chains with manacles on the ends were linked to the rings. Before he could voice his observation to his lover, his gentle eyes widened at the sight of the paintings that literally covered the walls of the chamber.

Noticing the slack-jawed expression on the concubine's face, Shichiroji chuckled, "Looks like the Hermit of Kanna Woods was a menace after all."

"A menace to decent sensibilities, if that's what you mean," Kanbei retorted in grievous offense. "My God! The man is a pervert of the first order!"

"Hah! The man's a genius!" the Samurai rebutted in fiendish glee. "I guess living alone for all these years has given him not only the Gift of Foresight, but the talent for sexual innovation." He looked at his disgusted lover knowingly. "You see what will happen if you force me to become a celibate."

Kanbei could only grimace at that remark.

Indeed, the cave was filled with paintings depicting human-like figures -- whether singly, in pairs or in groups of five to ten – in a myriad variety of exotic sexual positions. Some even showed humans engaging in sexual congress with what definitely appeared to be beasts.

"Dear Lord!" Kanbei exclaimed in mixed awe and abhorrence. "These paintings look like those Hindu wall sculptures in India. Look at this one." He pointed to a picture of a man bent over a woman, whose two feet he pressed upon the conical protuberances that were her breasts to form a rough circle. "This one is called 'Ratisundara' or 'Aphrodite's Delight'." The whoremaster pointed to another drawing of a seated woman with one foot, supported by her hands, pointed vertically over her head, while her lover thrusts inside her. "This position is called 'The Peacock' or 'Mayura'."

"Why, Kanbei! I never knew you were quite an expert on the 'Kama Sutra'."

"And 'The Perfumed Garden' and the 'Ananga Ranga' and an infinite host of others."The concubine glared balefully at the younger man. "I was a whore, remember? But what Ukyo and Tessai made me study in detail were the wall sculptures. That fresco contained details on just about everything that is sexual, including masturbation, orgies, bestiality and rape." Waving a hand to the paintings covering the walls, he commented in disgust, "But many of these paintings are much worse! Some of them look like grappling octopuses. You could barely make out the head from the arms and the legs."

Shichiroji strolled towards the bed, a thoughtful expression on his face. Leaning against it, he crossed his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "Kanbei?" he asked softly. "Are you in a hurry to go back to Kanna Village?"

"Of course not! You know we still have to patrol the area for any bandits, and…" Kanbei hastily blurted out. Seeing the eager smile that lit up the Warrior's face, he gazed suspiciously at his lover. "Why are you looking so happy all of a sudden?" After a long pause, realization struck the whoremaster. At once, he shook his head and both hands as he made to leave the cave in a hurry. "Oh, no! No, absolutely not! The answer is definitely 'No'!"

The Samurai quickly tailed the older man. "How could you answer 'No' when you don't even know what I'm going to say?"

Whirling, Kanbei faced his lover. "But I do know what you're going to say!" He even poked a finger at Shichiroji's temple. "What you've got in that dirty mind of yours is clearly reflected on your handsome face!"

"I'm handsome? Why, thank you, Kanbei, for that wonderful compliment!"

"Don't change the subject. You don't need a mind reader to find out what's inside your head. Here! Let me guess." Laying his hand on the crown of Shichiroji's head, Kanbei closed his eyes and intoned, "I would like to invite Kanbei to try out all the positions that the Hermit had drawn on the walls of his cave." His eyelids snapping open, he asked daringly, "Am I right or am I wrong?"

"But, love, is this too much to ask?" Suddenly, Shichiroji dropped down to his knees, his pleading hands gripping his beloved's trousers. Because the Samurai was practically pulling his trousers down, the whoremaster struggled to yank them back up. "Please, Kanbei!" the older man begged, a tear forming in the corner of his eye. "You cannot impose this abhorrent celibacy upon me. Don't forget we're married. Mere men have been driven insane by long months of self-gratification."

"Shichiroji, for heaven's sake, don't be so overemotional. It will be good exercise for your wrists and your neglected boner."

"But if I shake it too hard, and I most probably will out of longing for you, it might come off. Think about it, Kanbei. Would you like to see my precious manhood dangling from the necks of a midget horse and a wiener dog?"

Those blasted coin pouches again. Kanbei breathed an exasperated sigh. The Warrior certainly was a master of persuasion, using the one issue that still rankled his older lover.

"All right! All right! I give up!" the concubine surrendered at last with a stomp of his feet. "What do you want to do?"

A mischievous grin quirked up Shichiroji's lips as he released his hold on the whoremaster's legs, twisted on his butt and assumed a Lotus position in one move. He gazed at the paintings once more. "Well, I was thinking that we should try everything, but... Obviously, we can't have an orgy with just the two of us, unless you want..."

"No bestiality!" Kanbei swiftly cut in before the Samurai could even suggest it. "You're a fool to even think about it!"

"Oh, very well!" Shichiroji remarked in mock resignation, eliciting a fierce glower from his lover behind him. Looking at the drawings, the Warrior scratched his head. "Now, where should we start? So many delightful choices!"

"You do know that we'll end up with aching backs, stiff necks, and cramped limbs if we go through the paintings one by one."

"We're warriors. We'll survive. Keep quiet for a minute, Little Taisho, and let me think. With so many excellent choices, it's so difficult to decide."

Kanbei's chocolate orbs focused on a particular set of drawings. At once, a twinkle of mischief sparked in his coffee brown eyes.

Innocently, he rubbed the beard at his chin and pointed to the paintings, remarking, "How about these, Shichiroji? These positions look very interesting."

"Yes," the Samurai nodded in approval, enticed by the images of long limbs entwining. "They do indeed!"

"If I remember correctly, they are the positions in the 'Samputa' group. But I prefer to call them 'locking techniques'." As Kanbei blissfully chattered away, tracing the drawings with his finger, he did not notice the dark scowl that creased Shichiroji's brow, having recognized that word instantly. One by one, the concubine pointed to the paintings. "This one here's the 'Jewel Case' or 'Samputa', where the male and female make love side to side. Thigh strength is very important for 'Veshtita' and 'Pidita', the 'Entwined' and
the 'Squeeze' respectively. Now this one's my absolute favorite -- the 'Mare's Trick' or 'Vadavaka', wherein you trap your lover's rod within the heat of your own flesh and squeeze it to a pulp like an orange. All in all, these techniques are perfect to use for men with small penises." Turning around to face his now fuming lover, Kanbei asked with infuriating innocence and cheer, "What do you say, Shichiroji? Let me try these on you first."

With a snarl, Shichiroji yanked Kanbei's trousers down to his ankles. Gripping his lover's long legs, he pulled the shocked older man onto his lap. Taking out his fully erect member and poking it at the enticing crevice between the whoremaster's buttocks, he demanded, "Does this feel small to you, Kanbei-sama?"

Timidly, the concubine answered, "No, but..." Whatever else Kanbei was going to say flew out of his mind as Shichiroji's rod of passion thrust hard and deep into his velvet channel. In its passage, the head pounded against his pleasure point. With shivers of delight running through his body, all Kanbei could say was a passionate "YES! OH, YES!"

~~~~~

A good two hours have passed before Thanatos and Denko decided to peek from behind the trees. All was quiet once more, with absolutely no sign of both their masters, who were probably still inside the cave. With caution, the two stallions emerged from their hiding place and trotted over to the spot where the babies still lay. Seeing the ridiculous posture of Moeru and Chester, they were about to snort their disgust when a devilish little idea crossed both their heads.

Whickering softly, the war steeds wondered if the younglings' wee dingles would be sufficient to make coin purses for THEM. Sharing tooth grins, the stallions snickered as they concurred that there was only one way to find out. Thanatos and Denko bent down, carefully nipped the tuft of hair at the tips of the babies' privates between their teeth and pulled.

The mini horse and the dachshund instantly awoke, yelping in pain. Leaping to their feet, the younglings furiously chased the two stallions back into the forest. Before they could leap through the bushes after their mischievous elders, they skidded to a halt at the sound of voices coming from inside the cave.

For a moment, neither Moeru nor Chester could move, afraid that what they had heard was the dreaded Hermit of Kanna Woods.

"Shichiroji, stop bouncing like a monkey!" Kanbei loudly complained. "You'll break both my neck and my back."

Curiosity getting the better of them, the dog and the horse nodded to each other and sneaked inside the cave. As they neared the inner chamber, the two babies almost jumped out of their hides when they heard their Master cry out once more. Swiftly, they hid behind a large boulder.

"Damn it, Shichiroji! If you don't stop, I'm going to drop you. You're getting too damned heavy with the way you keep bouncing up and down. This is not how you perform 'Avalambitaka'."

Huffing and puffing, Shichiroji rebutted, "If only you'll stop moving your hips so that I could take you inside me, you'll see that this is the right way to do it."

Chester and Moeru raised their heads to peek at what their Masters were doing. Their mouths dropped open at once at the scandalous sight before them.

Kanbei was leaning against the cave wall. Clinging to him, with pale limbs enclosing his neck and waist like a libidinous ape, was a grunting Shichiroji. Both men were as naked as the day they were born, with the Samurai trying desperately to capture the
whoremaster's dwindling erection within the heat of his flesh. Frustrated by the futility of this exercise, Kanbei released his grip on the younger man's buttocks and dumped him, bare-assed, to the ground.

"Why did you do that for?" Shichiroji complained, rubbing his smarting behind.

The concubine crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "Shichiroji, we've wasted over an hour just trying the standing positions. If you'll only trust me, I swear you could lift me, with absolutely no back strain."

"Just by looking at you, I know you're heavier than I am."

"You've carried me many times in the past and I never heard a single complaint from you. Besides, it's your idea to try them out in the first place. Remember, I have more experience than you do."

"I'm just out of practice, Kanbei."

"There's no point in continuing this if you're out of practice. Let's just continue on our way to Kanna so we can have a decent night's sleep." As Kanbei bent down to pick up his clothes, he added, "We have many opportunities to sneak a little fun, but for the meantime, you must bear with it. We don't want to scandalize those poor farmers."

"Kanbei..." The Samurai spoke behind him.

"Hmmm?" the whoremaster turned to find his lover gazing at him tenderly.

"I know what you once were, Kanbei," Shichiroji began softly. "Now that you're free, it is not my intention to...use...you the same way I had in the past. I want it to be different this time -- that I could give you pleasure the same way you had me."

A warm smile went up the corners of Kanbei's lips. "What we have between us...it's not just a simple give-and-take type of relationship. If I desire it, I would take the dominant role from time to time. But at this point, I am more comfortable to assume the submissive position. Besides, Shichiroji, I know now that you won't hurt me. Shall we try again and, this time, let's do it right." Leaning against the wall once more, he picked up his canteen and took a sip of water. Kanbei then lifted an inviting hand to the Samurai.

Shichiroji stood up and went towards his lover. Embracing the concubine, he pressed his mouth to those full lips. When the Samurai's sweet lips parted to accommodate his lover's questing tongue, instead intoxicating fluid filled his mouth, savoring it first on his own gustatory organ before swallowing it all.

The Warrior inquired, "That sake was delicious. Just like you."

Tilting his head to the side, Kanbei smiled and gave his lover a sweet peck. He then drew up his right leg, letting the heel rest behind the Samurai's knee. "Shall we try 'Traivikrama'?"

Shichiroji forcefully pulled Kanbei into his embrace, thrusting into that waiting orifice. Hearing that luscious gasp, he answered, "It sounds absolutely scrumptious."

As the Samurai surrendered himself fully to the sensual delights that the concubine had in store for him, he did notice Kanbei give a secretive glance to the two babies, whom he had earlier seen dart behind the rock. A grin curling up his lips, he gave Moeru and Chester a discreet 'Okay' sign. The colt and the dog beamed, tongues lolling, in eager anticipation.

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Hours passed. With awe and fascination, Moeru and Chester tilted their heads this way and that as their Masters assumed body twisting, bone-breaking contortions that it was difficult for them to distinguish which leg or arm belonged to whom. At one point, when the concubine and the Warrior assumed the Number 70 position, the two babies came almost close to approaching the two men to marvel at how they were able to accomplish the amazing feat of devouring each other's members whole. At first, the colt and the dachshund thought that it was a waste of good coin pouches. But when the lovers released each other's cocks, the two younglings breathed a relieved sigh. Both the horse and the dog, however, were waiting for something else.

It was in the early hours before dawn when the lovers decided to try another novel position. This time, Kanbei was seated on the makeshift bed, his legs dangling over the edge, with Shichiroji on his lap. The Samurai was gracefully leaning back against the older man, his arms supporting him to lessen his weight. This gave the concubine enough space to thrust upwards into his beloved's heavenly channel. With his free hands, he fondled and massaged Shichiroji's slowly swelling chest, pinching the wine-colored nipples to tautness. Chester and Moeru found themselves licking their lips, waiting for that telltale drop of white to form on the tiny tips.

What Kanbei did, however, was to take two small clamps. Before his lover could spurt the juices from his breasts and discover the fiendish deed that he had done to him, the whoremaster pinched his tits with the tiny pincers. To add to Shichiroji's trepidation,
Kanbei's expert hands fluttered down to squeeze his rising cock to a full, painful erection. Rather than give the younger man the release he desired, he took a strip of leather and tied it tightly around the base of both the Warrior's rod and scrotum.

"Kanbei-sama, no!" Shichiroji wailed in despair, tears trickling from the corners of his eyes as the concubine plundered his bruised channel. "Please let me come!"

The whoremaster's answer to that desperate cry was to come himself, shooting his seed into the scorching furnace of the younger man's ass. Overwhelmed by unfulfilled release, Shichiroji fell into a swoon, sagging like a rag doll into his lover's embrace.

Smiling, Kanbei lifted his lover's unconscious form onto the bed, and secured his wrists and ankles to the manacles. At last, he turned to the two younglings, waving them over. Eagerly, Moeru and Chester went towards the bed, with Kanbei gently hoisting them onto the furs, positioning them on opposite sides of that heaving, swollen chest.

"Be gentle, little ones," the Samurai admonished them as he quickly removed the clamps, before positioning himself between Kanbei's splayed legs, untying the leather cord.

Three pairs of eyes glittered in hunger at the wonderful feast before them.

Kanbei smiled at Moeru and Chester. "Shall we?"

The two baby animals nodded eagerly.

Before the concubine's face descended to seize his lover's burgeoning member inside his mouth, he could have sworn he heard Moeru and Chester cheer in glee, "ITADAKIMASU!"

For hours, the evil trio tormented the poor captive Samurai. When at last he was spent, Shichiroji fell back limply onto the bed. Tired himself, Kanbei let his lover's cock slide out of his mouth. It amused him to see that the younglings were still feeding from those
luscious tits. Smiling, the concubine decided to let Moeru and Chester continue to have their wicked way, even though he knew that his lover would be complaining of painful breasts in the morning. Crawling towards the sleeping young man's face, Kanbei weetly kissed Shichiroji's lips. He was immediately rewarded by a satiated smile on that handsome face.

"I love you, Shimada Kanbei."

"And I love you too, Shichiroji." Inwardly, Kanbei added with a smirk, // Although I doubt if you'll still love me when you wake up. //

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"Kanbei, I can't understand why my nipples hurt so much. One would think that you've been chewing on them like gum. They're so tender, my tits feel like I've breastfed two children."

It was great effort on the concubine's part to hide the smile on his face. Taking the salve that he had prepared, he went towards the younger man who sat against the cave wall, rubbing his aching breast. Sure enough, Shichiroji's nipples were a rich dark red color. It was apparent to Shichiroji that Moeru and Chester certainly got what they were waiting for. Taking a dollop on his fingertip, the Kanbei touched a tiny nub, eliciting a wince from his lover.

"Careful," Shichiroji requested. "It really hurts."

With tender loving care, Kanbei rubbed the sweet-smelling salve on the concubine's tits. Feeling its cool, soothing effects, Shichiroji sighed in relief, jutting out his chest into the older man's healing hands.

"So this is where you two have been hiding!"

The two men turned to see Kyuzo, Kikuchiyo and Katsushiro approaching them.

"Come on," Kyuzo said to them. "Gorobei just returned from scouting the enemy camp and it seems their planning to attack in a couple of hours."

Kanbei nodded. "We'll be right there."

"What happened to you, Kikuchiyo?" Shichiroji inquired from the mechanical samurai, as he put on his shirt, wincing in pain as the cloth connected with his very sensitive nipples. "You look like a wet dog."

"I was trying to catch a kappa in the lake and…" Kikuchiyo was not able to finish what he was going to say as the Bandit Chief stepped hard on his toes.

Seeing that Katsushiro was strangely bent over forward, Shichiroji frowned. "What's wrong with you?"

The boy instantly turned scarlet. "I think I overdid it with Sensei last night. My nipples hurt like you just couldn't believe."

"Same here. After this, I swear I will never abuse my beloved Kanbei's nipples ever again. I will be very nice and gentle."

"Me too. Now I know how Sensei feels."

It took considerable effort on Kanbei and Kyuzo's parts to stifle their laughter as they walked past their two ailing lovers.

"I take it all went well with you," the concubine whispered to the Bandit Chief.

"Better than I had hoped," Kyuzo murmured in turn. "Kikuchiyo played the part of the Kanna Kappa so well. He almost drowned Katsushiro when he dragged him into the lake. And I was amazed by Moeru and Chester. They showed up at the lake just a few hours before dawn and…you know…"

"Dawn, you say? But they came back just before sunrise. I wonder where they are now."

Speaking of the two mischievous animals, the midget horse and the dachshund ambled out of a cozy nook of the cave, broad, contented smiles on their faces and long tongues drooping from the corner of their mouths. Shichiroji and Katsushiro eyed Moeru and Chester with suspicion, immediately noticing that their bellies were heftier than usual.

Then, Kanbei and Kyuzo turned pale in an instant as the tiny horse and wiener dog let out loud, contented burps as they walked past the Samurai and Katsushiro.

Turning accusing eyes to their lovers, they exclaimed, "You've been letting these two feed from us, haven't you?"

The warriors could not answer. Instead, they gazed up at the ceiling, trying in vain to appear innocent.

It was Kanbei who could not resist the jibe. "Come now, Shichiroji. Our little angels were so hungry last night. How could I deprive them of delicious milk from your delightful nipples?

"Kanbei…" Shichiroji's voice came out as a snarl.

"Sensei!" Katsushiro called out angrily to his teacher. "How could you let these gluttons feast on me?"

Kyuzo answered, "Well, Kikuchiyo was so nice to make potions for Kanbei and I. We thought that we should have a taste of your wonderful juices as well. After all, you've been feeding on the both of us for lord knows how long." He gave his young lover a look of smug satisfaction. "How do you feel now that the tables have been turned, my dear student?"

Shichiroji and Katsushiro turned towards the flustered mechanical samurai.

"Hey, don't look at me like that!" Kikuchiyo said defensively, taking one, then two steps backwards. "They ordered me to do it!"

Realizing that his comrades were bent on murder, Kikuchiyo broke into a run.

Kanbei and Kyuzo burst into laughter, hearing their lovers roar behind them, "WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS, KIKUCHIYO!!"


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