I was in the last year of high school when I first met Shun Kawayashi. He was Japanese and proud of it, and he seemed to look down on everyone around him. He hardly spoke to anyone except other orientals, and when he did, it was usually to complain about whites and Western culture. His rich parents had sent him here for his education, but despite his respect for them, he thought it was worthless. Yet he still came top in every class--I suppose that must have showed its worthlessness to him.
At first I disliked his arrogance and condescension, but over the course of a year or so I started to find something beautiful in his self-confidence and his sense of his own superiority. I saw him shirtless when he was changing after sports, and I couldn't help envying his smooth, hairless Asian body. I remembered that a hairless body meant purity to the Japanese. He caught me staring at him, and for a moment I looked into his dark, almond-shaped eyes with admiration.
"What are you staring at, white boy?" he asked. His English was excellent, articulate, with just a hint of his Japanese accent. I forced myself to look away. Nonchalant, he took off his shorts and stood in a pair of boxers, almost naked. His golden, oriental body was not muscular or exceptional, but his self-confidence gave him an air of superiority. He stood and watched me silently for a while as I hurriedly turned back to my locker, fumbling with some clothes as I tried to glimpse his face from the corner of my eye. Turning away from me, he got himself dressed.
After that, I found myself more and more attracted to him. I took every opportunity I could to watch him and I tried to build up the confidence to speak to him, to get him to notice me. And I found myself envying him. My pale skin, my white privilege--everything seemed inferior.
Eventually I made up my mind to visit him. I had to satisfy my growing obsession with the Japanese boy. On a warm summer afternoon in the holidays, I found my way to the apartment where I knew he stayed on his own. I knocked on the door. To my surprise, it soon opened.
Shun was barefoot, clad in a plain kimono. Behind him were scrolls of Japanese calligraphy and block prints of traditional Asian paintings. He watched me silently, not bothering to hide his disdain for me. "Kneel on the floor, gaijin." I was confused at his directness, but I did as he said, careful not to do anything that would offend. I wanted--to please him.
"Yokatta. Know your place, gaijin." He placed one foot forward, holding it in front of me. Guessing, I kissed it, feeling the smooth touch of his Asian skin with my lips. He seemed satisfied, but stood for a moment, looking down on me as though I were some strange scientific specimen.
I swallowed, and began to speak, looking firmly at the floor. "Shun... I want to tell you that ... I want to know what you want." I stumbled over my sentence, and I wondered if it even made sense. He watched me for some time more.
"Take off your clothes, white boy." I looked up, confused again. He seemed serious. I panicked secretly, wondering if I had offended him, but I did as he said. I stood up, still bowing to him, and took off my shirt, my shoes, my socks, my trousers. Finally, my pale body stood exposed in front of him, with only my boxers to give me some small modesty. He smirked. "I told you to take off your clothes, gaijin!"
My head was still bowed, and I looked down at my crotch. My penis was hardening, making an obvious lump.
"Hayaku."
Blushing, I pulled down my boxers, and gingerly held my heavy, erect penis in both hands. Immediately, he reached down and grabbed my clothes. "Dorei. Anata wa boku no dorei desu. Wakarimashita?"
I blinked, for a moment even forgetting that I was naked. He was speaking simply, and I understood what he said--except one word. "Dorei?" I asked.
He smirked. "Slave. I want you to be my slave, gaijin. I want gaijin like you all to be slaves."
I was taken aback, but kept silent, gripping my penis, now looking up. I couldn't look him in the eye like this.
"Your race dishonoured my ancestors. Your race deprived Nippon of her empire. Your race trampled on Nippon and on Asia. And I want you to pay me back for your race's crimes. White boy?"
I nodded, taking in his articulate English--his slight Japanese inflection--his smirking expression.
"So get back down." I did, kneeling on my bare legs. He undid his kimono. "Look at my body. This is a body belonging to a superior race." I nodded. He was wearing tightly tied Japanese underwear, but the rest of his body was bare under the kimono. He reached for the underwear. "Do you accept that, white boy?"
I paused. Any pride I had had evaporated. "Yes," I whispered, staring at him.
"Seal it, then. Show me your loyalty. Ore no chinko o suteyo!--That means suck my dick, gaijin, and show me yours! Nothing hidden!" He undid his underwear, and I saw his golden spear, his Nipponese penis. It was, well, much bigger than I had expected--and I blushed at my prejudice. I put my hands on the floor, and he laughed as he saw my own, white dick. I had to admit that it was smaller. "Don't touch your body, gaijin, if you want to touch mine. Now hurry up."
I grabbed Shun's hard shaft with one hand and reached round with my other, feeling his firm buttocks. "Get a move on, gaijin, hayaku!" Obliging, I wrapped my lips around his dick, and began to suck him off. His toes clenched with anticipation as I worked, and I moved my other hand up his back, trying to feel his superior Japanese body in any way I could. He closed his eyes as I worked towards a climax, and shook off his undone kimono, letting it fall to the ground. "Fucking white gaijin! Hayaku!" Finally he moaned as he ejaculated into my mouth, and I tasted hot Asian sperm for the first time. "Swallow it, white boy," he ordered, panting. He sat down, falling backwards onto his chair, and watched me silently, naked. His erection began to soften. Finally he started speaking again. "This is what you are going to do to me from now on, dorei. You're going to accept the superiority of the Nipponese race. And you're going to pay back the debt of your ancestors to mine. Wakarimashita?"
"Hai... wakarimashita. Nippon banzai," I sighed. I felt like I wasn't worthy to speak the pure syllables of the Nipponese language. "Master." I was Shun's dorei now, his slave. I looked into his familiar dark oriental eyes, and at his familiar smirking expression. His naked body was pure, smooth except for the straight, coal-black hair on his head and his bush of pubic hair. He lent back, resting his head back on his hands, looking up. I looked back from his golden skin to my own dirty, pale and hairy body. It seemed obvious to me who was the master here. "I will do whatever you want," I whispered. I picked up his fan.
"Yokatta," Shun replied. He sighed contentedly as I began to fan him. With his foot, he began to massage my erection, the feeling of his toes electrifying me with arousal. I knew I would finally be allowed to ejaculate. Maybe I had shown him that whites weren't completely useless.