This is a work of fiction. It is meant for entertainment only. The author do condone sexual relationships of any nature with boys or abuse of any kind.
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 Chinese 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 compartment when I saw the sensitive looking lean black-haired Chinese teenager sitting there, his face buried in a book, his knapsack next to him. looking oh so edible in his white school shirt, black necktie, 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 Chinese 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 backpack 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 tough 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 knapsack. It was then that I tested him. I too rose and grabbed 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 Chinese. I don't speak Chinese and he knew that at once. He shook his head back and forth, trying to tell me in a 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 Chinese sounds. I smiled and said to him, "I don't speak Chink." in very bad Chinese. 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 widespread 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 it 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 barefoot 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, Chinese 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 too 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 Chinese 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 from 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 ran my 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 bear 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 underpants. 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 bear 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 an 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.