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Archive name: trainboy.txt (Mm, exh, nc, asian, ped)
Authors name: Dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : A Boy On The Train

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A Boy On The Train (Mm, exh, nc, asian, ped)
by Dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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A Japanese Student is dominated and sexually abused on a 
train out of Tokyo

***

Some readers wonder at my fascination with Asian teenage 
boys. Why not stick to cute wholesome all American teen 
meat, they ask. Well the answers are many, but not in the 
least is the fact that the Japanese have this inherent 
submissive quality that makes them easy to control. They 
have a group mentality and devotion, are terrified of 
being humiliated and embarrassed, and are taught from 
little on to please anyone with authority and to follow 
instructions.

Witness my recent experience with the boy on the train. I 
actually cheated a bit and switched compartments when I 
saw the sensitive looking lean black haired Japanese 
teenager sitting there, his face buried in a book, his 
knap sack next to him. looking oh so edible in his white 
school shirt, black neck tie, and grey shorts. His golden 
legs were muscular from playing soccer, and he exuded 
fresh young innocence.

So I joined him and sat across from him. He barely looked 
up when I entered, but he did flash me a greeting smile 
and bob his head in proper Japanese fashion. Then he 
buried his face again in his manga. Some sci-fi graphic 
novel with beautiful teen boys blowing each other to bits 
with all kinds of gruesome weapons.

My hopes which were quickly turning into plans were 
almost dashed when a long haired lanky Nordic type 
traveler in his early twenties also piled into our 
compartment and unloaded a back pack the size of a small 
schoolhouse. I quickly asked the young man to join me in 
the hall for a moment where I informed him that I was the 
boy's English tutor and he was facing a really rough exam 
and if I paid for the Nordic god's journey out of my own 
pocket, would he consider finding other accommodations. 
It was settled very quickly and he moved out of sight and 
out of my life. 

NOW, as the train pulled out of the station, I had this 
delicious teenage boy all to myself. I sat across from 
him, watching him for about twenty minutes. Three or four 
times he felt my eyes on him and looked up and then 
quickly down again. I wanted to make him nervous. I kept 
a slight smile on my face. He took out a bottle of water 
and sucked on it giving me a chance to see his nice full 
lips in action. 

After a bit, I extended my right leg and rubbed it 
against his naked calf. I was in effect testing his 
submissiveness. His face became flushed, his black lashed 
eyes flashed, and he chewed his lower lip wondering I 
know whether it had been just an accident. I studied the 
way his strong young thighs disappeared into his grey 
shorts and the slight lump at the kid's teen crotch. I 
moved my leg up and down against his again. Now he knew 
for sure it was intentional. He moved his leg to one 
side, away from me. 

I adjusted myself and put my leg back against his. Now he 
had had it. He closed his book, and not looking me in the 
eyes, he rose and grabbed for his knap sack. It was then 
that I tested him. I too rose and grabbing him roughly by 
the shoulders. I pushed him back down onto his seat. He 
sat there in shock looking up at me. His eyelids 
fluttered and his nostrils widened. He was like a young 
colt. Fourteen, fifteen at the most. But Asians are 
small. His hair was cut in that long choppy style so 
popular with Asian pop stars and those who adore them. He 
looked at me saying nothing, chewing his lower lip. 

I smiled at him and sat down again across from him. Then 
I proceeded to rub my leg against his calf again. He said 
something in a throaty teen voice very quietly in 
Japanese. I don't speak Japanese and he knew that at 
once. He shook his head back and forth, trying to tell me 
in gesture that he wasn't interested in anything gay. I 
almost burst out laughing. 

His mouth dropped and his eyes looked worried. He grabbed 
his bag and rose again this time I slammed him down a bit 
more roughly and looked him in the face staring him down 
until he looked at the floor. He now looked like he 
wanted to cry. Which was great. So fresh in his neat 
little uniform so fuckable.

He brought his legs together and tried to move them away 
from me. I leaned forward in my seat and put my large 
hands on his naked knees. I pushed spreading his legs 
apart. He looked up at me in horror one slender smooth 
young teen hand came down to my wrist to stop me, and I 
slapped the hand away. I spread the boy's legs wide apart 
so his teen crotch was clearly on display. 

I slapped his legs approvingly to show he should keep his 
legs spread like that wide apart, wider than is 
comfortable or natural and then I sat back and picked up 
a newspaper and began to read. He sat there, stupid, 
scared, stiff his legs wide apart. Each time he tried to 
close his legs even a little, I would slap his naked 
thighs hard until a red handprint appeared on his bare 
leg then I would push his young legs wider.

Loving the look of his teen dick lump in the little gray 
school shorts. He didn't know what to do .it was so 
comic. Finally after a third time, he just sat there, 
legs spread, and picked up his book and pretended to read 
again although I knew his clever little mind was racing. 
After a bit, I casually extended a leg again and placed 
my foot up between his legs onto his seat cushion. 

He looked at me in horror and his mouth made funny little 
Japanese sounds. I smiled and said to him, "I don't speak 
Japanese." in very bad Japanese. He shook his head and 
said in English, "No... I... no want... no... prease!" 
But I was reading my paper again, my foot lodged between 
his wide spread legs.

 We sat that way for fifteen minutes as I finished the 
paper .and were interrupted in our standoff by a rap at 
the door. The conductor arrived to collect the tickets. I 
saw a flash of hope flicker on the boy's face .I leaned 
in and placed a hand on his bare leg putting my foot back 
on the floor. From my pocket I withdrew a knife, I set in 
on the seat next to me so the boy could look at it. I saw 
his adam's apple bob up and down, it was so cute. He gave 
his ticket to the conductor. Staring all the while at the 
floor his young hand shook with fear, but the conductor 
never even noticed.

I smiled and handed over my ticket, and when the 
conductor left. I quickly locked the compartment door 
from the inside and closed the blinds. I could hear the 
boy's heavy breathing over the clack of the train wheels. 
I could almost smell his fear. I turned to see him 
looking at the knife on the seat across from him. I 
almost wanted him to go for it but he was too submissive 
to frightened.

I sat down across from him again and noticed that his 
legs had somewhat closed so I gently but forcefully 
reached out and spread them once again. This time he 
whimpered. Then I reached down and casually unlaced the 
boy's shoes. This seemed to hurt him physically as he 
made a grunting sound perhaps guessing what was coming. I 
pulled off the kid's shoes and peeled down his long 
school socks. 

He exhaled with a whistle and I saw spit form at the 
corners of his mouth he was really pissing scared. I now 
had him bare foot in the compartment. He had beautiful 
high arched wide feet. Perfect toes clean and strong and 
young. I sat back, and placed my foot on the seat again, 
between his legs, this time I made sure my foot (I had 
removed my shoes, Japanese style) rested against the lump 
of young teen boy dick.

He couldn't pull back any further in the seat, he had to 
keep his naked legs spread, so he sat there in fear 
whimpering his eyes begging me to please leave him alone. 
Now with my toes, I nudged and worked his fuck lump and 
saw tears form in his eyes. 

We sat like that for about ten minutes the time was 
torture to the boy. I'm sure it crawled for him but it 
was all to short a time for me. What fun I was having. 
Suddenly I stood up and moved in toward the boy like a 
wounded animal he jumped back and lifted his legs and 
scuttled into the corner of his seat. 

I reached down and grabbed him and sat him upright again. 
He was trembling badly now .and I thought for one brief 
second he might piss his pants. I set him back in his 
proper sitting position and spread his young legs wide 
again this time running the knife blade along the smooth 
flesh to remind him not to alter his position. Then I 
gently reached down and loosened his necktie and removed 
it. The sounds escaping from his tender mouth were 
wonderful whistles and squeaks and whines and moans. Once 
in a while a Japanese word or a plaintive attempt to beg 
me to stop in terrible English. 

I set his necktie aside and then button by button undid 
his shirt. When his young hands reached up to stop me I 
slapped them roughly away and for the first time stuck a 
warning finger in his face. This really nailed him to the 
seat. 

Tears were running down his beautiful young cheeks now. I 
opened up his shirt to reveal a most beautiful smooth 
slender but well formed teenage chest and stomach. His 
tummy was tight his pecs just starting to show muscle 
development .and he had the most stunning cone shaped 
pink boy nipples I had seen in some time. I sat down to 
study my prize forcing him to sit that way legs spread, 
shirt open .chest and fluttering tummy on display he 
didn't know where to look so he studied the floor some 
more. 

After a further ten minutes of agony for the boy .I stood 
up and quickly slid the shirt form his lithe body leaving 
his upper torso naked. I loved the small sprays of black 
pit hair just forming under his arms. His nipples grew 
hard and the titty buds stood out. I folded his shirt and 
placed it on the seat next to me near his socks and 
shoes. Then I motioned for him to stand up. 

When he didn't move, I reached out and grabbed a hand 
full of his hair and pulled him to his feet. He stood 
there before me, his strong young soccer player legs, 
weak and watery. His body swaying with the movement of 
the train the clack clack of the wheels, almost 
hypnotizing. 

I studied his stomach and his attractive belly button. I 
leaned around to look at his nicely formed boy ass so 
lovely in the tight gray school shorts Asian boys wear. I 
reached out one hand and patted his tummy. He sucked it 
in as if trying to move it away from my hand. Stupid. 

I ran my hand over his chest and felt each of the teen 
tits as he sucked in air and spit dribbled from his 
pretty mouth. Once he tried to move away, and I slapped 
him hard across the face. After that he stood there 
taking my molestation my abuse. I felt his soft neck his 
shoulders, I felt the wet armpits slick with the sweat of 
fear. I ranmy hands down to his hips and eventually rest 
them on the button of his shorts. 

He held his breath knowing what was coming and not able 
to bare the humiliation and degradation of it. I opened 
his pants, watching his face all the while. Snot bubbled 
from his nose so cute, his eyes looked frantic, like a 
trapped animal's eyes. I unzipped the shorts and tugged 
them down. He wore a small pair of blue bikini underpants 
most Asians prefer very tiny briefs for underwear and I 
prefer that on a boy as well.

Now I could see his dick lump clearly. He was not 
particularly well hung, just an average boy .his dick 
laying on an upward angle to the left in his tiny 
underpants his nice full balls beneath. 

His shorts lay puddled around his ankles, I bade him step 
out of them and I placed them with his shirt. His body 
was really shaking now almost uncontrollably. I thought 
he might fall over. I put a hand on his firm full ass 
globe and squeezed. He made a sound like air coming out 
of a balloon. 

I could see the top of his ass crack above the waistband 
of the shorts and I knew he would have a nice deep ass 
crack and two well rounded firm ass globes. A strong 
young ass from all those athletic games. 

When I put my fingers on his dick lump he did fall over 
right back onto his seat he sat there like a drunk 
looking up at me naked except for his under pants. I 
winked at him and kicked his legs apart. I stood between 
them and leaned down and started to flick his tits. He 
tried to squirm away but of course I made him sit still 
as I worked his young nipples into a bursting ripe state. 

Then I kneeled down on the seat between his legs and took 
his smooth beautiful face in my hands and kissed him on 
the mouth he tried to resist at first but I forced his 
mouth open with my tongue and was soon frenching him 
tasting his teeth and gums and tongue slopping my spit 
into his oral cavity making sure it was the wettest 
longest kiss of his young life. 

Then I titled his head hack held his handsome young mouth 
open pulled back just a bit and gobbed wads of spit into 
his open mouth. I saw his mouth fill with my spit. I saw 
him look frantically from side to side, I heard him choke 
as if he were about to puke. 

I forced his mouth closed and held his nose making him 
swallow the lake of spittle I had deposited in his mouth. 
I did this three times until he was able to hold his 
mouth open and show me the pool of spit without gagging. 
It was so cute how his legs and feet were all over the 
place when had to swallow the spit his toes curled .his 
body jumping as if it were under electric shock 
treatment. His hair was a fine mess now and he sat there 
on the seat, bare assed except for those sexy tiny blue 
underpants, his legs spread, his chest heaving, his mouth 
slack his eyes red and watery.

I stood right in front of him inches from his face and I 
rubbed the hard lump in my pants. At this point he knew 
for sure what he was going to get and he tried to bold 
again for the door, hysterical not even caring that he 
was almost naked. I grabbed him and shook him like a rag 
doll. Then I slapped him hard across his smooth face four 
times. His lower lip looked thick and slack and out of 
control his eyes were wild. 

 I roughly sat him down .he sat there shaking .not with 
cold, but with fear. I stood there between his legs and 
played with my dick in my pants again. To break a boy, 
you have to be adept at picking up on certain signs. You 
have to know when to push forward and when to hold when 
to threaten and when to ease back. 

Why didn't he scream for help? Because he knew that 
anyone entering the car would see him see his shame see 
his degradation. He couldn't bare that. I placed a hand 
behind his head and drew his face into my crotch. He 
whimpered and then his nose and mouth were pressed 
against my huge hard dick lump in my jeans. Could he 
smell my prick through the denim material, hungry, 
anxious, drooling to be unleashed? I made certain his 
face felt the outline of my fucktool. Then just as 
quickly I pulled back and sat down and took and apple 
from my bag and slowly ate it.

He looked at me not believing mouth open body slick with 
sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, his chest heaving 
titties hard and pink, tummy fluttering. Legs spread, 
feet bent, toes curled. I ate the apple and studied his 
sleek coltish young body. This was going to be very, very 
good. This boy whose name I did not know whose language I 
did not speak, this healthy, normal, athletic, teenage 
boy was about to get fucked in the ass. 

He was about to have a hard dick shoved up between his 
young ass gloves, into his tight virginal rectum an act 
from which he would never recover, an emotional and 
mental wound that would never heal. He was about to be 
fucked like a girl like a twat. He was about to be used 
like a cunt. He knew it. I could see in his eyes that he 
knew it and there wasn't a fucking thing he could do 
about it. Clack! Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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