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Archive name: trainby3.txt (Mm, nc, oral, percing, asian) 
Authors name: Dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Boy On the Train - 3

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Boy On the Train Part 3 (Mm, nc, oral, percing, asian) 
by Dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

Japanese student's torment continues at the hands of a 
sadist, when he learns all about blowjobs.

***

This story contains non-consensual sex, violence and 
acts not appropriate in a civilized society. Neither 
the author nor this archive condones such actions in 
real life. This story was written as an unusual fantasy
and was not meant to offend anyone who may have been 
subject to real violence in their life. Why can't we 
all just do unto others, as we would have others do 
unto us?

***

I took the boy to a hotel I knew in the "red light" 
district of the town. There were two advantages to this 
hotel. First they wouldn't bat an eye at me brining a 
teenage boy with me, and they wouldn't notice if teenage 
boy screams frequently wafted down from our room. 
Secondly, the hotel was right next door to a Burusera 
Shop. Don't know what a Burusera Shop is? Patience 
gentle reader, when the time comes, I shall inform you. 
They are fascinating and truly freaky places. 

I checked us in, then enjoyed the sight of the boy in 
front of me climbing the steps to our sixth floor room 
carrying both our bags. Of course we could have used the 
elevator, but each step stretched and hurt the young 
student's violated ass and gave me great pleasure. 

Most of the cum dripping down from his newly formed 
pussy had dried into white streaks on his handsome young 
thighs, but the pain from his recent fuckings made 
walking very difficult, not to mention the apple core up 
his rectum. And the fact that he was lugging my very 
heavy bag and his own. He was quite the dick hardening 
sight. Poor boy of fourteen or fifteen, his life would 
be so different from now on. He would never be able to 
erase the memory of this "holiday" time with me. 

When we got into our very nice room, I closed and locked 
the door, then spun him around to face me. He dropped 
both bags and looked into my eyes with terror. I leaned 
in and gently kissed his full young mouth. He kind of 
mewed like a cat, I know what he was thinking. "Oh no, 
not again!" Some protective part of him was hoping that 
the violation of his young smooth body was over. 

Even though I was taking him to a hotel room, he somehow 
had told himself the worst was over. Ha, the worst was 
days away. I kissed his beautiful young face and brushed 
the black hair away from his eyes. I licked his eyes and 
his nose and he stood there very stiff and very still, 
like a statue. I reached down and gently opened the 
buttons on his school shirt. 

The cat mewing sound grew to a slight whimper. It was 
like he was saying, "N-no... no, please..." with sounds 
only. Button by button I revealed once again his smooth 
teen boy chest and those delicious looking nipples. I 
stood close to him, his shirt out of his shorts open and 
him looking up into my eyes. 

I lightly played with his boy titties. I flicked the 
nipple buds until they became hard little pebbles. I 
smiled down at him. He seemed so confused, caught 
between humiliation and pain and something akin to 
pleasure. It was as if I were saying to him, "See young 
Boycunt, I can be loving and gentle if you are a good 
pussyhole for me." 

When you pick a boy to molest, try to pick one on whom 
you know you can leave emotional and mental scars. It's 
not nearly as much fun to pic up a street punk who has 
already been through numerous violations and will be 
able to shake off your rape with a flick of his dick. No 
no, pick an innocent, intelligent school boy who knows 
deep inside of himself that this will alter him forever. 

One who knows that he will never get over the fact that 
a man has put a dick up his no longer virgin ass. I 
could see in this boy's eyes that he was silently 
begging me to have some mercy on him, to let him go. I 
could see him trying to convince himself that this was 
all a bad dream and he would soon awaken in his own 
secure bed. Too bad. 

I slid my fingers under his armpits to pick up some of 
the boy sweat. He was so fucking sexy. I slid the shirt 
off his shoulders and left him standing there in just 
his school shorts and shoes and socks. I got really 
aroused watching how his tight tiny young tummy 
fluttered with fear. I undid his shorts and they dropped 
to the floor. I had not allowed him to wear any 
underpants off the train. I wanted my cum to leak down 
his legs as it did. 

I had him step out of his shorts...his sweet fat young 
teen cock poked teasingly out from the wild bush of 
black Jap prick hair. The dick was very small now 
shrunken with fear. His fine young teenage boy nuts 
jiggled when he lifted one leg or the other. I ran my 
hands down over his hips and across his tummy...he was 
the perfect little fuck toy. I reached around him and 
putting one hand on each small smooth globe, I spread 
the cheeks of his ass apart. 

No one had ever, in his fifteen years, touched his body 
in that way. No one had ever violated his private parts. 
His eyes blinked at me, as if to say, "this cannot be 
real. You cannot be doing this." I smiled and dug a 
finger into his fresh fucked asshole. I was rewarded a 
moment later when the apple core dropped from his 
boypussy onto the carpet. 

"Ohhhh," was all he said, in a very small voice. I 
stepped back from him so he could see all of me and 
stripped out of my clothing. Soon, I stood completely 
naked in front of him...my fucking hard on over eight 
inches of dickmeat, and my balls so heavy I might have 
had hard boiled eggs in the sack. I don't recall another 
boy so turning me on...so driving me over the edge with 
sick perverted ideas. His eyes went down to my dick and 
that's when the tears formed again. His mouth turned 
down, and his nose wrinkled, and two big tears rolled 
down his face.

Sometimes I think of myself as a sex education teacher. 
I mean, he was fourteen or fifteen and still so 
innocent, in America he would probably be fucking girls 
like crazy already. This straight laced proper cultures 
don't properly prepare their youngsters. So I was 
performing a public service of sorts. Right? 

I clenched my ass muscles so my big dick would bob up 
and down, the boy's slanty eyes widened even more. Some 
pre fuck formed at the pisshole of my pecker. I stepped 
close to the boy, and as if he were frightened of the 
proximity of my cock, he backed away a step or two. I 
raised a warning finger to him. I placed my hands on his 
thin shoulders, feeling the smooth skin and the bone 
beneath, and then I gently but firmly pushed him down 
onto his knees. 

He still had on his shoes and his high school socks, it 
was so fucking cute. He knelt there, his face now inches 
from my dripping dick and because he was a smart boy, he 
could easily guess what new perversion was about to be 
foisted upon him. He let out a shriek and tried to crawl 
away. I reached down and grabbed him and dragged him 
back onto his knees and slapped his face five times 
hard, until his brains must have rattled. He had to 
learn not to back away from me and not to resist. 

I don't know why straight teenage boys make such a big 
deal over having to suck some cock. First they all want 
their girlfriends to do it, and if the bitches can do 
it, why can't they? What's the big difference? Secondly, 
they know how nice it feels to have a fresh young 
innocent mouth slurping on your fat dirty dick; they 
know that from their own experiences with their 
girlfriends...so why cant they understand that it is 
only polite of them to be willing to suck the cocks of 
needy gentlemen? I mean it doesn't hurt them much, it 
doesn't take much time, so what's the big deal? 

I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, to show the trembling 
youth what he should do. He hesitated and received 
another slap. Then looking up at me with terror and 
shock mixed on his sweet face, he opened his full young 
lips and stuck out his teenage tongue. I indicated that 
he should stay that way, on his knees, hands on his 
strong thighs like a geisha girl, head up, mouth open, 
tongue extended. 

I walked around him, jerking on my fat prick as I 
walked, working up a good leak, studying his gorgeous 
athletic schoolboy body. Then I stood with my rampant 
prick inches from his face, so he could easily smell the 
sex. I move in and carefully placed the big swollen pink 
cockhead onto the tip of the boy's tongue. 

The sound he made was like on you make when you are at 
the dentist and getting foreign objects inserted into 
your mouth. that kind of half gagging, "Uugghhhhh!!" 
sound. My dick twitched and jumped, raising form his 
pink tongue and slapping his lips and teeth. Then it 
slid over his nose, leaving a trail of pre fuck slime. 
Laughing at my own uncontrollable excitement, I forced 
my dick head back onto his tongue. I watched as a little 
stream of pre fuck made it's way down his tongue into 
his throat. 

"Yes, young man, a boy's first taste of cock is always 
special." I said, although I doubt he could understand 
me, his English was very limited, mostly 'No" and 
"Preese." 

From this important moment on, he was going to be a 
cocksucker. He could never, not be a cocksucker again. 
Even if eh married and led a normal life, inside of 
himself, he would always remember that as a teenager, he 
had sucked cock. He had put a man's dick into his mouth 
and sucked out the fuck juice from a guy's balls. To his 
dying day, he would remember this. Talk about bonding, 
fuck! He would never forget me. Isn't that wonderful? 

I slowly started to move my hips back and forth sliding 
my prickhead over the gutter formed by his tongue. My 
cock slid easily on his spit and my drooling fuckspooge. 
Back and forth, each time sliding more and more prick 
across the tongue and into the mouth. He knew what a 
blow job was, don't get me wrong about Japanese 
innocence, they may do very little, but they read those 
damned graphic comics which show blow jobs and fucking 
galore. Even little children real comics with quite 
explicit sex, so this prize winning middle school 
athlete knew about blow jobs and probably had teased his 
buddies about them, but I'm certain he never gave one 
before. 

Eventually, I started to actually fuck his face. I held 
onto his ears and pumped my wet swollen fuckmeat into 
his virginal boy mouth. He gagged and choked and did all 
the usual things a boy does when he tastes his first 
dick.

I took my time with it, pumping his face for twenty 
minutes or so. My thought wandering to the restaurants 
on the street below and to other things. I needed to 
place a call to my Japanese pal the coach who could talk 
to the boy over the phone, just to keep the kid in line. 

Then after a while I removed my fucker from his face for 
a bit and rubbed it all over his nose and eyes and 
cheeks. I raised my dick up and made the boy lick my 
scrotum. Might as well learn how do to it correctly the 
first time. Once, he turned away and puked on the 
carpet. I guess he was more troubled than I realized. I 
got some wet towels from the bathroom and cleaned it 
up...while he knelt there like a statue, eyes vacant, 
lip trembling, covered with my dick sauce. 

I gave him a drink of water not because I cared if he 
had a bad taste in his mouth or not, but because I 
wanted to make certain he tasted cock. Then I gently 
fucked his face some more. I scooped up some pre fuck 
and shoved it up his nostrils so he would smell nothing 
but fuck. 

At last, after about forty five minutes of pumping in 
and out of his mouth, I knew his jaw was numb and my 
prick was ready to unload. I pulled his face to me by 
the ears, shoved all eight inches of pick down the boy's 
throat and unloaded. 

He squirmed like a stuck butterfly and the choking 
sounds he made were music to my ears. I could feel my 
prick head lodged deeply in his throat. I could feel his 
neck, his jaw, spit and cum running from his lips down 
his chin and dripping onto his slender chest. It was 
really quite excellent.

His face was a perfect dick ditch, a perfect cum drain. 
I pulled back so his tummy alone wouldn't receive the 
splendid efforts of my fucksack. I wanted him to be able 
to taste my babysauce. I shot my second load in his 
mouth and moved the dick back and forth so the cum would 
coat his taste buds. You see, unselfish as I am, cumming 
is never just about me or for me, I always want the best 
possible experience for my lover as well.

The nice thing is, he was learning. He knew he had to 
swallow. He knew that if any fuckslop spilled form those 
cute young lips, I would be seriously angry. Interesting 
how lovers can communicate with out words. He swallowed, 
gagged, swallowed again. And finally we were finished. 

I patted his head to reward a job well done. He stared 
at the floor, strings of fucksnot hanging from his lips 
and running down his chest. 

I wanted to go out, so I needed to make sure he was 
secure. I devised a clever and fun way to do this. I 
lifted him and walked him over to the couch. I went into 
my luggage and withdrew a sewing kit and some masking 
tape. First I taped the kid's wrists together behind his 
back. He shook his cum covered face at me and his eyes 
begged. But what could I do? I needed to keep him safe 
while I went out. I also thought it best if he remained 
still and rested. 

Next I threaded a needle from my sewing kit with a nice 
strong black thread. I suspected this was going to be 
noisy, so I removed the boy's shoes and socks and gagged 
him with his socks. Then I carefully shoved the needle 
through his left nipple. It did no real damage as it 
would leave only a small hole, if the boy didn't pull on 
it too much. I pushed the needle all the way through, 
until the thread was through his tit. A nice big knot on 
the other end securing it to the nip. 

When I looked at his face, I was really pissed. He had 
passed out. I slapped him awake again and splashed some 
water on his face. I also removed the socks form his 
mouth and soaked them in water so he wouldn't dry out on 
me. I re-inserted the socks and taped them in. Then I 
placed the needle at the other nipple. His young body 
twisted and bucked as he tried to crawl off the sofa. A 
couple of well placed thwacks settled him down.

I punctured the second nipple and soon had a nice strong 
piece of thread connecting both boy tits. To make sure 
it was secure, I pulled on the connecting thread and 
watched as both teenage titties stretched out to their 
limit. 

Next, I held the boy's legs apart and lifted up his 
pretty little Japanese teen dick. I thought then he 
would lose his mind, he was a smart boy and he knew what 
was coming. He sensed it. 

I fingered the cute young teen dick and found a nice 
fold of loose skin right underneath the dickhead. I 
could have used the thick foreskin, but I felt the 
tender dick stalk skin better for my purpose. I pierced 
the skin with my needle and soon had a long piece of 
thread coming out of the boy's dickhead. I'll be damned 
if he hadn't passed out again. He really had to work on 
that, he was spoiling all my fun. 

I decided on a strict schedule of "Pain conditioning" 
for him. I woke him again, then forced him to sit with 
his legs spread and his heels up on the sofa. Now I took 
the dick thread and stretched it up to the titty thread. 
I tied it off on titty thread pulling the boy's chest 
down and his prick up until he was bend over dick to 
tits. This would keep him relatively immobile while I 
was gone. But I wasn't quite finished.

I now tied a length of thread around each of his big 
toes and connected them around behind his neck, pulling 
his feet up off the sofa and bending his legs at a most 
uncomfortable angle. 

School athlete or not, I'll bet he was now using muscles 
he had never worked with before. The moans and groans 
attested to that fact. He was so fucking cute, I wanted 
to fuck him again, right there and then. But I was also 
really hungry, and I wanted to visit the Burusera Shop 
for some items. I was ready to get dressed and leave, 
when I just couldn't resist taking another close look at 
his cute little teenage asshole.

Trussed up that way, arms behind his back, titties tied 
to his dickhead, his legs raised and his feet almost 
behind his neck. I got a good view of the pink teen 
pucker. Yes indeed, it would make a fine pussy. Some 
boys, when you examine their assholes...you see only an 
asshole and cute as that might be, you don't see any 
pussy potential. 

But this boy had just the right corrugated little 
button. Just the right look. I could well imagine 
turning those ass lips inside out with repeated fuckings 
until they started to look like cunt lips. Certain boys 
just had that twat in the making look. I could also see 
that the asslips were very sore from the recent fucking. 

I poked at them a bit and he winced and his body jerked. 
I resolved to fuck that new formed cock trough again 
soon before the boy's pussy healed. I mean had worked 
damn hard to get that pussy sore and swollen. I didn't 
want it to return to its natural state and waste all my 
effort. In fact, I was determined that that swollen red 
boy cunt would be the new natural state for the kid's 
hole. 

I pulled at the ass lips a little, and the kid screamed 
in his gag. I only did this to test the elasticity of 
the asshole and yes indeed, I saw that the boy had 
really good pussy stretching potential. It was then that 
I remembered I had a banana in my bag perfect to keep 
the boy company while I was gone. 

I showed the boy the banana and he wailed into his gag. 
I had to laugh. I knelt down and giving the titty and 
dick thread a tug to get his attention. I started to 
force the banana up into the boy's sore pussyass. His 
hole was really quite raw, and I imagine it hurt like 
hell, I was happy though that he did not pass out from 
the pain. He was learning you see.

When I had the banana lodged nice and deep up his 
shitter, I sat him upright again and kissed his tear and 
cum streaked face. Then I headed for the door. 

Yes sir. This holiday was turning out better than 
expected. On to the Burusera Shop. 

(pics available)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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