Pu the Masturbating Warrior By Robert S. Costic
Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower Fairy Tales," and a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," and has also translated the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories. All are available as ebooks everywhere.
For weeks the monks at the Daoist temple in Manzou had been harassed by an anti-Daoist terrorist who had been masturbating the monks against their will and stealing their jing, the vital life force energy that they sought so carefully to maintain. Monks who had gone into town or taken a walk among the nearby mangosteen trees would occasionally return with tales of how this unnamed terrorist had sapped them of their semen.
These tales often gave contradictory accounts of what this terrorist looked like, but the general belief was that it was a man who, with his powerful yet soft hands, would hold the monk in place with one while vigorously masturbating him with the other. The poor monks paid so little attention to their own penises as it was that their members were starved for attention and always readily complied with the terrorist's vigorous pumping.
This situation had become so serious that the monks decided to hire a warrior to guard and protect them. They determined that this warrior must be a non-Daoist who routinely masturbated without compunction, as they wanted a man who would immune to the terrorist's wiles. They interviewed several warriors for the position, asking each how often he masturbated and to what extent he enjoyed it, and they finally settled on a man who called himself simply Pu.
Pu was not only a great warrior skilled in the crafts of kung fu and swordplay, he was a voracious masturbator. Without even a hint of boasting he in a very matter of fact manner told the monks that he masturbated five or six times a day. When the monks asked him to what extent he enjoy it he said that it was difficult to summarize, because each masturbation brought its own qualities. "When I masturbate for the first time after waking up I produce the greatest amount of ejaculate, which is one kind of pleasure. But then there are the masturbations that come later in the day. By the time I reach my last masturbation the cum does not emerge as quickly and I have to be more delicate and generous in coaxing it out, but when it finally does it comes with a ferocious, burning sensation that is profound contrast to the peace that comes after."
"I see," said the lead monk among the committee of interviewers, who for the most part either looked down at the floor or at some other part of the room, any part of the room, so long as they did not have to look at Pu directly.
"I actually have a proposal for how we should end this affair with the serial masturbator," Pu continued, "and it's really quite simple. I should dress and pretend to be a Daoist monk. Once he approaches me I will apprehend him."
"That is an excellent idea," the lead monk said, and the proposal was put into practice. Although Pu lived at the temple with the other monks, he did not participate in their rituals or study with them. Rather, when he wasn't leaving the temple to seek out an encounter with the terrorist he was frequently found masturbating in one spot or another. This was very disconcerting for many of the monks, who took a great deal of trouble to exercise restraint and not masturbate themselves. There Pu would be in the sleeping quarters, vigorously stroking his penis until it transformed from its snake-like shape into a stiff rod and shoot ejaculate in spurts that flew two or three feet.
Some monks left the room when he did this, some pretended not to pay attention, and some watched, vicariously enjoying it. Pu seemed to enjoy putting on a show for those watchful eyes, for when he saw them looking he would smirk and stroke his cock more slowly so that they could more fully enjoy the visual spectacle.
Many of the monks openly complained and said that if Pu had to masturbate he should do it outside of the temple, but Pu countered, arguing that if the terrorist caught him masturbating his cover would be blown. The complainers relented, but among them there was a general feeling that Pu was becoming worse than the terrorist, because instead of forcibly stealing their jing his own masturbation mocked their restraint.
In fact, it gradually came to the point that sometimes monks would approach Pu to ask if they could masturbate him. The thinking among their part was that since they couldn't lose their jing they couldn't masturbate themselves, but they could masturbate him without any trouble. He always readily agreed, and soon he would feel the hands of one or more monks stroking his dick. Many of them expressed a sort of childlike awe with his dick, caressing every aspect of it as a novelty, feeling every vein, each testicle, and the head. When he ejaculated it some would contemplate the feeling of the cum on their hands, or even bring it to their face to smell and taste it.
This went on for some time until one evening, as Pu was walking among the mangosteen trees, a large man clothed in brown and with a brown scarf over his face overtook him. The man held Pu to the ground and reached for his penis. Although Pu could have fought against the man's grip he stayed still because he was curious to sense how well this serial masturbator could masturbate him. He was in for a disappointment. As the man began to pull and stroke Pu's penis it became apparent to Pu that this man was able to masturbate most of those monks mostly because those monks were desperate for a release, and not because this man was an expert in his practice.
When Pu laughed in the man's face the man leaped back. "You are not a Daoist monk!" the man said.
Pu jumped up and unsheathed the sword he kept hidden in his monk outfit. "I am Pu, a warrior hired by the Daoists to protect them from your attacks. Surrender to me and your life may be spared!"
"You don't know who you are talking to," the man said, and he transformed into a giant dragon. It roared, blew fire and smoke into the air, and pawed the ground in a magnificent display of force. Pu, however, was fearless and charged at the dragon with his sword. The two battled. The dragon blew fire and swiped at the little man below him, but Pu dodged the attacks and sliced one of the dragon's legs. The blow could hardly have been fatal to the great creature, but it howled in pain, stepped back, opened up its gigantic wings, and flew up into the air and away from Pu.
Relieved that the battle was over, Pu sat against a tree to relax. He had sweated a great deal from all the fighting and the red-hot heat of the dragon's fire, and as he wiped it off his face he reflected that it would make an excellent lubricant. So he pulled his dick out and began to masturbate.