Sword and Camera Work in the Dojo

We followed him through a side door, down a corridor decorated with banners bearing the Sordric crest, and out into an open space with a lawn and a garden. On one side stood a long, single‑story building.

Sliding paper doors stood open to the summer air. Polished wood gleamed in the sun. A wide veranda ran along the garden side. A small stone basin with a bamboo spout dripped water in a measured rhythm. Inside the space was open with a wooden floor and a narrow shrine dominated the far wall, flanked by racks holding bokuto of various sizes.

It was all very Japanese, or I guess Eashen, making me feel rather nostalgic and wondering again on the similarities between the cultures of this world and my previous one.

“I had this dojo built once I became lord. I have always found Eashen styles and practices to be worthy of veneration." Sordric said, gesturing to the polished wood and the carefully arranged space.

Yae looked genuinely moved, her eyes softening as she took in the shrine and the familiar layout. "Very near to home, it feels." I understood the feeling a little, even secondhand.

Sordric gave a brief nod, then paused, looking between us. "Is there anyone among you who can use recovery magic?" he asked.

"Linze and I can," I said, stepping forward slightly.

"Good. Then hold nothing back," Sordric commanded.

He stepped behind a partition and emerged a moment later having shed his tunic and trousers, wearing only a traditional white fundoshi.

I swallowed hard, my eyes inevitably drawn downward. The thick, twisted cotton of the loincloth clung tightly to his penis and balls, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was obviously better endowed than me; a heavy, respectable weight hung between his muscular thighs. Yet, as my gaze flicked to Dan, and I remembered the sheer girth of the Duke, I realized Sordric was clearly smaller than both of them.

A familiar, twisted knot of humiliation and arousal tightened in my gut. I was in a room where literally every other man was bigger than me, and I knew for a fact that every woman present was entirely aware of it.

Sordric tossed a bokuto to Yae, taking one for himself.

"Show me the sword of the Kokonoe school," the Viscount commanded and adopted a relaxed but flawless stance.

"It would be my honor, de gozaru," Yae replied, her voice dropping an octave into something dead serious.

I pulled out my smartphone, holding it up to record the bout.

She shifted into a fighting stance, lowering her center of gravity. The sheer juxtaposition was mind-bending. Here was a deadly, focused warrior radiating pure martial intent... while completely bare-breasted, wearing nothing but a thin white rope of a fundoshi that rode deep in her cleft. The afternoon sun caught the sheen of sweat already forming on her collarbones, highlighting the bounce of her small firm tits as she adjusted her grip.

I gulped. My freshly emptied crotch gave a treacherous, heavy throb. Not again, I thought, mortified but entirely unable to look away.

Clack!
The sharp crack of wood on wood echoed across the veranda as Yae launched herself forward with terrifying speed. She closed the distance in a heartbeat, bringing her sword down in a ferocious overhead arc. The Viscount didn't even flinch. He parried the blow smoothly, deflecting her momentum to the side and countering with a horizontal sweep aimed at her ribs.

Yae twisted in mid-air, her lithe body bending like a willow branch. Her fundoshi shifted as she flipped backward, giving me a heart-stopping flash of her slick, neatly trimmed pussy and the taut, pale globes of her ass before her bare feet slapped back onto the polished wooden floor.

"Good speed," the Viscount grunted, his hawkish eyes narrowed in approval. "But your strikes carry too much eagerness. You project your killing intent."

"I have much to learn!" Yae shouted, surging forward again in a flurry of strikes. Thrust, parry, slash. The dojo filled with the rapid-fire clack-clack-clack of their sparring.

It was a beautiful, mesmerizing dance. I was in awe of her skill, the sheer athletic power she possessed. But my perverted hentai brain was equally fixated on the eroticism of the display. Every time Yae struck, her bare breasts jiggled and swayed, her nipples hardening in the cool afternoon breeze. Every time she lunged, the muscles of her thighs and ass flexed powerfully around that tiny strip of white cloth. I could smell the light, musky scent of her sweat mixing with the lingering aroma of sex that seemed to permanently cling to our party.

The duel was a beautiful thing to watch. Yae fought with a clean, proper elegance, her strikes crisp and textbook perfect. Sordric, however, barely seemed to exert himself, mostly defending and redirecting her momentum with the casual grace of a true master.

After a particularly fierce exchange, Sordric stepped back, lowering his wooden blade a fraction. "I understand," he said quietly.

Yae steadied herself, breathing hard, the sweat glistening on her bare skin above her fundoshi.

"Your sword is correct," Sordric stated, his hawkish eyes studying her. "Exemplary, even. The same clean style your father taught me. But for you, there is nothing above it from there."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Naa...!?"

Only then did Sordric's real fighting spirit rise.

It hit like a pressure change. Even from the sidelines, I felt it. A prickling across the skin, a sudden heaviness in the air that made it hard to breathe. Yae felt it too. She tightened her stance, her knuckles going white around the hilt of her bokuto.

"Come," he said.

He crossed the distance in an instant. It was terrifyingly fast. I saw his sword rise high. I saw Yae respond to that overhead strike, shifting her weight to block. And then, in the next moment, the heavy wooden blade bypassed her guard completely. She was on the floor, clutching her side with a hoarse cry, the crack of wood against her ribs echoing through the dojo.

"Stop!" Elze shouted.

My phone almost slipped from my hands as I scrambled onto the polished wood, sliding to a halt beside her. "Recovery!"

The soft, warm light of my healing magic washed over her. The pain and bruising in her ribs vanished instantly, but I braced myself for what came next. I knew my healing magic had an odd, incredibly embarrassing side effect.

As the spell completed, Yae’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a sharp, breathless moan, her body shuddering as a highly satisfying orgasm washed over her. Simultaneously, a deep, electric tingling sparked in my own balls. A rush of intense heat flooded my groin, and my modest cock surged into a rock-hard, aching erection pressing painfully against my zipper.

I groaned internally. The relief and clarity I had managed to scrape together by jerking off in the bathroom earlier was entirely erased. I was instantly super horny all over again, my fingers itching with the desperate need to touch myself.

Yae recovered quickly, her cheeks flushed, but instead of standing up, she shifted on the polished wood and dropped into a perfect, flawless dogeza before the Viscount. She pressed her forehead to the floor, her voice trembling with profound reverence.

"Viscount-dono," she began humbly, "you have bested me with magnificent skill. I beg of you... grant me the honor of sucking your penis. Please, bestow upon me the gift of the contents of your balls, that I may swallow your superior seed and take in a little of your strength."

I swallowed, my throbbing dick twitching against my trousers. I smoothly backed up a few steps, sitting back on my heels and subtly angling my smartphone to frame the two of them perfectly. After spending a couple of days traveling with Yae, I’d gotten a bit used to her belief that swallowing semen was a vital daily requirement. But witnessing this Eashen sexual-cultural martial ritual play out in real time was still a shock to the system.

Sordric looked down at her. To my surprise, the dignified noble suddenly sported the exact same pleased, sleazy expression Dan often wore when eyeing the girls. It made sense when I thought about it. In this kingdom, while sex was wildly open, that casual availability was almost entirely the domain of commoners; guild girls, hired hands, or household maids. A western noble like Sordric would never, ever be able to casually get sucked off by a fellow noble peer's daughter. Having a proud, highborn samurai girl on her knees begging for his cock probably crossed a massive cultural taboo for him, and the sheer novelty of it was clearly an incredibly exciting thrill.

Dan leaned against the wooden pillar of the dojo, crossing his arms with a bark of laughter. "Yeah, I know why you’re an Eashen otaku, you dog," Dan joked, grinning at the Viscount. "Did you get your chief’s wifey to suck your dick too?"

Sordric threw his head back and laughed, thoroughly amused and entirely unoffended. "The old days were certainly filled with rigorous instruction," he rumbled, his hands reaching down to untie the knot of his fundoshi.

Yae didn't waste a second. As his thick, scarred cock sprang free, she shifted forward on her knees. It was a deeply serious, ritualized act for her. She placed one delicate hand firmly around the base of his shaft, her other hand reaching under to cup his heavy balls, and reverently took him into her mouth.

Dan immediately decided he wasn't going to be left out of the fun. He unzipped his pants, hauling out his monstrous, heavy cock, and grabbed Linze by the back of the head. He didn't even ask; he just pulled her down. Linze knelt obediently, opening her mouth as Dan shoved himself in. Because of his absurd size, her blowjob instantly became a noisy, messy affair. Dan held her by the skull, fucking her mouth with deep, ruthless thrusts that produced a chorus of wet, gagging throat sounds.

Gluk, gluk, gluk, echoed through the dojo, mixing with the sound of Yae's devoted, wet sucking. . I shifted my seating position, holding the phone horizontally to capture a wide shot of both pairs. It was the ultimate, real-life NTR porn video, and I was the sole director.

I couldn’t really tell you why I was continuing to film everything except I was filled with jittery excitement and couldn’t resist the thrilling impulse to do so.

Elze stood awkwardly to the side for a few moments, watching her sister gag on Dan’s massive tool, then glancing over at Yae diligently servicing the Viscount. She looked around, realizing there was exactly one dick left available in the room, and turned her bright, energetic gaze on me.

She stepped over, dropping to her knees right in front of me, her hands reaching for my belt.

"N-no," I said quickly, my face burning. I subtly lowered the phone to my waist, framing her hands on my buckle. "Really, that's not necessary. I mean, you've already helped plenty, and this is... well..."

I trailed off because I had no idea how to finish that sentence while standing in a dojo full of exposed women and hard men. My crotch was straining toward her hands, but the sheer embarrassment held me paralyzed.

Elze folded her arms under her chest and gave me a look that was almost exasperated. "Touya, you're way too polite sometimes." Then her expression eased into something warmer. "You healed Yae. You helped us before, too. You're kind, you're strong, and you always act like you don't need anything back."

"I-I don't want to impose," I stammered. Which was true. Also, embarrassingly, part of me felt like in a room with men like Dan and the Viscount, it would be greedy somehow for a guy like me to ask for attention.

Elze snorted. "See? That's exactly what I mean." She leaned a little closer and lowered her voice, just enough that it felt more private without really being private at all. "Besides, it's not like we haven't noticed you get worked up all the time. We just don't say it because you get so embarrassed."

I almost died on the spot. I really didn’t want them fixated on my netorare fetish.

"Elze..."

"And I've done this before," she went on brightly, clearly deciding there was no point in letting me wriggle away. "I got better, too. So leave it to me, okay? Think of it like a class skill." She grinned, deft fingers unfastening my trousers. I kept the camera rolling, capturing a perfect POV shot as she added in an even more matter-of-fact tone, "Besides, you and Dan are easy clients. You both taste good. Linze and Yae agree, so don't make that face."

Before I could formulate a response, she pulled my stiff, modest erection out into the summer air and leaned forward. I let out a shaky breath, leaning back on my hands as her warm mouth closed over my tip.

She didn't rush. For a long while, the dojo settled into a bizarre, rhythmic symphony of oral sex. Minutes drifted by lazily in the warm afternoon air. There was Yae’s wet, reverent slurping. There was Linze’s continuous, struggling gluk, gluk, gluk as Dan relentlessly fucked her face in the background. And there was Elze,eagerly and happily sucking my cock, her tongue swirling around my sensitive flesh, beautifully captured on my glowing screen.

I sat back, staring out past the veranda into the sunlit garden, my mind drifting into a strange, hazy reverie. This world’s sexual culture was just so vastly different from modern Japan. Back home, having a woman suck your dick carried so much social weight, and I still felt a lingering twinge of guilt about it… like I was imposing on them or degrading them somehow. It felt a bit bad to simply offer yourself up and make them service you.

But here, due to the strange vagaries of how culture and traditions had formed over the centuries, a woman sucking a penis was treated as casually as giving a simple, polite massage. And the most shocking part to my modern sensibilities was that the women here genuinely liked sucking on cocks. They didn't see it as demeaning; they considered it a legitimate skill to be proud of, taking earnest honor in pleasuring their betters or showing their deep appreciation.

Sex with hung men was a literal commodity here. A big-dicked man could openly advertise and be hired out. Guild women provided oral sex as normal, respected work. The Duke’s grand mansion was practically overflowing with pretty maids whose primary duty was to constantly suck their charges off. And Eashen women? They wore only fundoshi and believed that regularly consuming a man's semen was a vital, healthy practice.

Maybe, I thought, my own world's sexual morals would have been exactly like this if history had unfolded differently. It was a world entirely devoid of Christianity, with no centuries of strict religious modesty bred into its society. Maybe earlier, more primitive eras back on Earth had been this sexually open, too. Powerful men in any world, in any era, probably always got sex because of their status and power. The only real difference here was how utterly open and proudly accepted it all was.

As if to perfectly underline my thoughts, I noticed movement in the garden. Two working women, carrying baskets of laundry, were walking down the path. The dojo was completely open, offering a crystal-clear view of the three of us getting sucked off. I adjusted the phone slightly, making sure to capture their reaction in the background of Elze bobbing on my cock. The women paused, looking in. They didn't scream or avert their eyes. They just smiled, giggled quietly behind their hands, whispered something to each other, and casually kept walking.

It was just that accepted.

The escalating pleasure pulled me out of my thoughts. Despite my best efforts to hold out and enjoy the moment, the intense friction of Elze’s tongue over my frenulum was too much. My balls tightened painfully. The orgasm hit me fast and hard.

"Ah!"

I couldn't warn her in time. Elze was eagerly sucking, but she wasn't prepared for the sudden, early release. Instead of shooting neatly down her throat, my climax erupted as she pulled back slightly. Thin, modest little spurts of semen splashed wildly across her face, painting her lips, dotting her nose, and streaking across her forehead.

I froze, my chest heaving, absolutely mortified, though my thumb instinctively tapped the screen to ensure the focus stayed sharp on her cum-splattered face. "Oh Elze, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to finish so fast, or make a mess!"

Elze just blinked, her face sticky with my modest load. She let out an amused little huff, casually using the back of her wrist to wipe a streak of cum off her nose, completely practical and unbothered.

"Hey, it's fine," she said, giving me a warm, reassuring smile. "Honestly, it’s kind of flattering you couldn't hold out. Means I'm doing a good job, right?"

"Ha!" Dan barked a loud laugh from across the room, not missing a beat as he kept pistoning into Linze's mouth. "Look at the little guy go! First one to pop! What was that, Touya, five minutes?"

Elze shot Dan a glare over her shoulder. "Shut up, Dan. He did great." She turned back and patted my thigh affectionately. "Just catch your breath. You're fine."

I sat back, my face burning, as I tucked my softening member away. Several more minutes ticked by. I watched in a daze as the other two men continued their dominating displays.

Up until then, Sordric had held himself with almost admirable restraint, accepting Yae's devotion like a stoic master. Then it broke.

I zoomed in as his hand closed hard at the back of Yae's head. Not enough to make her resist, but enough to make it clear that the Viscount, for all his Eashen taste, was still very much a western noble taking advantage of an honored custom. His hips gave short, rough thrusts, and he started using her mouth with unmistakable force as his climax caught him.

"Take every fucking drop," he growled, his voice gone low and filthy in a way that made my skin prickle. "Swallow it all down, you dirty little samurai girl. Don't let a single drop of a real man's seed go to waste!"

It was crude. It seemed inappropriate. But judging by the complete lack of offense in Yae's posture, it wasn’t. Maybe it was the kind of thing Eashen custom permitted a man to bark when he was spending himself. It was less a request than a declaration of virility. Yae received it with absolute, ritualistic devotion, swallowing his thick, hearty seed seriously and gratefully as it pumped down her throat.

When he finished, Sordric stepped back, adjusting his fundoshi over his dick. Yae sat back on her heels, wiping a stray drop of noble seed from her lip, her stomach now full of the contents of his balls.

Sordric looked down at her, the crude western nobleman instantly vanishing, seamlessly replaced by the calm, stoic master swordsman once again.

"Your sword is without shadow," he said, his tone even and analytical. "Truth alone. Too honest. Too clean."

Yae looked up at him, shifting her weight but remaining on her knees. I kept the camera trained on her. Stripped bare except for the thin rope of her fundoshi, she looked every inch the devoted supplicant. My digital zoom lingered on her small, firm tits, slick with a sheen of sweat and heaving lightly with her breaths, utterly exposed as she took in the towering, much older man's instruction with absolute, rapt attention. It was a dizzying mix of martial discipline and raw sexual subservience that made my pulse pound all over again.

"There are times when one must weave truth and falsehood together," the Viscount continued, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her nude form. "Advance by seeming to draw back. Loosen by appearing relentless. That is also swordsmanship."

"What do you seek from the sword?" he asked, his sharp eyes pinning her in place.

Yae opened her mouth to speak, her delicate brow furrowing as she searched for the words. She looked down at the polished floorboards, her mind clearly racing for answers, but finding them inadequate under the weight of Sordric's scrutiny. She hesitated, her lips parting, but ultimately, she didn't have a ready answer. She bowed her head in silence.

"Begin there," he instructed softly. "When you understand, return."

Before Yae could even bow in response to the profound martial advice she'd just received alongside a mouth full of cum, Dan's booming voice shattered the quiet.

With a guttural, dominant roar, the American grabbed Linze tightly by her short silver hair. I quickly panned the phone over to capture it. He had been holding out the longest, and his release was explosive. Thick cum pumped relentlessly into Linze's mouth, so much volume that she couldn't possibly swallow it all. At least the taste itself was no punishment as for some reason the women in this world found Dan’s and my cum to be delicious as opposed to the bitter taste of their own men.

She struggled bravely, gagging and coughing as the goopy ropes of brilliant white immediately began to overflow from her lips.

Seeing her overwhelmed, Dan laughed and yanked his massive cock from her mouth. He gripped his slick shaft and jerked it furiously, aiming the rest of his absurd, seemingly endless climax directly at her face. He used his grip on her hair to turn her head from side to side, making sure to thoroughly coat her cheeks, her nose, and her silver bangs. He essentially painted a thick, dripping cum mask over her delicate features. Linze knelt there, panting and heavily glazed, blinking through the goopy white cream dripping from her eyelashes and pooling onto the polished wooden floor.

I watched the sheer, overwhelming amount of semen Dan produced, then recalled the thin, watery splashes dotting Elze's face which she’d already cleaned away and sucked off her fingertips.

My chest tightened with a complicated, agonizing mix of guilt and intense arousal. A part of me felt terrible for poor Linze. She was such a sweet, naturally modest girl, and seeing her reduced to a gagging, heavily glazed mess should have made me want to rush over with a towel to preserve her dignity. But my traitorous body had other ideas.

The dark, twisted ember of my netorare fetish flared into a roaring fire. I found myself uncomfortably, helplessly enjoying the sheer dominance of that alpha stud cock's explosive display. Dan was once again bringing the nastiest, most visceral NTR manga scene straight to life right in front of my eyes, effortlessly turning my capable, pure-hearted companion into a dripping canvas for his overwhelming virility and I had captured the entire thing on video.

The stark, undeniable contrast between my own pathetic, watery dribble and the thick, creamy mask degrading Linze’s pretty face sent a fresh, shameful jolt of heat straight to my groin. I hated myself for it, but as I sat there in the sunlit dojo, utterly and completely eclipsed by better, bigger men, my half-soft dick gave another eager, pathetic throb against my thigh.

The ride away from the estate was much quieter than the ride there.

At first, anyway.

Yae sat with one hand at her chin, staring out of the carriage. Not depressed exactly, but clearly thinking. Perhaps, turning the defeat over and over in her head like a whetstone over steel.

Elze tried cheering her up for a while. Dan made a crude joke about noble dojo blowjobs. Linze hid her red face in her hands for almost five whole minutes after that.

Finally, Yae said, almost to herself, "That final strike... from above I thought it came. Yet the true blow struck from the side. Again I could see it, if only once..."

"You can," I said.

Everyone looked at me.

I cleared my throat, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs, and took out my smartphone. "I... I recorded the match."

Their reactions were about what I'd expected, a mix of confusion and mild curiosity. I spent the next few minutes explaining very loosely that it was a sort of non-attribute magic tool that let me preserve and review what had happened.

As I opened the video file, a cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. My thumb hovered nervously over the screen. I had recorded the match, yes. But I had kept recording. Sitting right there in the gallery, just one accidental swipe away, was an HD, multi-angle voyeuristic masterpiece of Yae deep-throating the Viscount, Elze eagerly sucking my cock, and Linze getting brutally face-fucked and glazed by Dan.

If one of them grabbed the device and scrolled to the next file, my apparent secret life as the ultimate cuckold cameraman would be instantly exposed. My throat went dry just imagining the sheer, mortifying terror of trying to explain away that kind of recording.

Carefully, I pulled up the exact timestamp of the duel and held the phone out, making sure my fingers were clamped tightly around the edges so no one could snatch it from my grip. I showed Yae the relevant part.

She leaned so close to the screen I worried she'd smudge it with sheer intensity.

Again.

Again.

Again.

We watched the viscount rise high, seeming to strike down from above, yet the actual impact landed at her flank.

Then Yae's eyes sharpened.

"Sword shadow," she murmured.

"Sword shadow?" Elze asked.

Yae nodded slowly. "A technique of fighting spirit. A false blade that has presence though no substance. The enemy sees the spirit and answers it. Meanwhile the true sword comes elsewhere. I was taken by the shadow and cut by the truth."

She sat back then, and the expression on her face changed.

Not despair but understanding.

A path glimpsed, perhaps only for an instant, but glimpsed all the same.

Dan snorted and loudly said, "So he cheated! And then stood back and went all mysterious after you so nicely sucked his dick... Instead of helping you out..."

They all ignored Dan's typically irreverent comment, though I kind of agreed with my friend.

"My sword has no shadow," she said. "That is why." Yae looked down at her hands, then up again with a small fierce smile. "Openings are not merely found. They are made. I see that now. Better I will train. Stronger I will become. Together with everyone."

Elze slapped her shoulder with a grin. "That's the spirit!"

Then, Yae turned her fierce, bright eyes directly onto me. Without warning, she reached out and took both of my hands in hers, forcing me to awkwardly hold it between my palms.

"Touya-dono," Yae said, her voice trembling with profound gratitude. "You healed my broken ribs without a second thought, and now you have gifted me the very key to unlocking my martial path. I am forever in your debt. You are truly a remarkable, generous man."

"She's right, you know," Elze chimed in. She leaned over, pressing her warm shoulder against mine, and gave me that bright, energetic smile that always made my chest flutter. "You're always doing stuff like this. You saved us in the alley, you healed the Duchess, and you're always looking out for us. You're our hero, Touya."

"Y-Yes," Linze added softly from my other side. She reached out, her delicate fingers shyly resting on my knee. Her face was still a bit flushed from Dan's earlier joke, but her eyes were full of absolute, undeniable affection as she looked up at me. "Your kindness and your magic... they hold us all together. Thank you so much, Touya."

I sat there, sandwiched between these three incredible, beautiful girls, all of them looking at me with such genuine admiration and warmth. Despite my modest cock, despite Dan's overwhelming alpha presence taking up all the physical space in the room, and despite the absolute mess of my own twisted fetishes in this moment, they were entirely focused on me.

My face burned bright red, but a genuine, happy smile broke across my lips. "I-It was nothing, really," I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm just glad I could help."