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Authors name: Dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Boy On the Train - 4
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Boy On the Train Part 4 (Mm, nc, ped, bd, tort, asian)
by Dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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The boy from the train gets more training...
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Burusera Shops are unique to Japan. They have been
around for some time, and for a while you could access
them on the internet as well. But you really have to be
in one to believe it. Young students as young as
fourteen maybe younger, use these shops to make a little
extra cash. Adult perverts adore their labors. A
Burusera Shop, and there are hundreds around Japan) is a
place to buy a souvenir, a token from a young boy or
girl.
Teenage boys will jerk off into rubbers or into their
underwear, or piss or shit in their underwear or just
wear the same underpants for two weeks, and then seal
the results in a plastic bag, along with the picture of
the donor, and these treasures are sold in Burusera
Shops. The walls of the shop are lined with plastic
bags.
They are divided by subject matter. Piss stained
underpants, cum stained underpants. Fuck filled school
soccer shorts. Dirty jock straps. Condoms filled with
dick spooge and tied off. Filthy wrinkled yellow cum
clogged rubbers from fuck sessions with boys or girls,
each one labeled as to the sex that created the
encrusted rubber. Boy scout shorts that had been worn
for weeks without underwear. You name it.
Each item as I said is in a plastic bag, and has a
picture of the boy who gave the goody. The picture might
also have the boy's name and age, 14, 15, 16, and so on.
Some of the pictures contain telephone numbers so you
can buy additional items from your idol, or even perhaps
meet with the boy for further activity of a more
personal nature. You can buy bottles of boy piss. You
can buy jars filled with teen turds. Any fucking thing
you might need.
I needed lots of stuff to continue my fun and games with
my little schoolboy upstairs in the hotel room. The
owner of the shop was a friendly guy, who said they
didn't get many gaijin in this town, and would I care to
jerk off in a condom for him to sell. He offered me
quite a deal. However I wanted to save all my spooge for
my sweet little student upstairs. The only problem with
a Burusera Shop is that like everything else in Japan it
is terribly expensive.
After I had made my purchases, I went to a very nice
restaurant and had a long meal. I had not eaten all day.
I knew the trussed up and tortured boy in my room was
probably starving too, but I thought that was probably
good for him. Boys of that age need to discipline
themselves, and sometimes they need help.
My next stop was a market where I did buy some food for
him and some other things: A plastic pail, a plastic
dishpan, clothes pins, rope, several huge cucumbers, a
box of stick pins, and more. Then I went to the local
porno shop, (not to be confused with the high class
Burusera Shop) and bought some toys. Then I returned to
my young man in the hotel room.
He was in extreme agony. His muscles had tightened and
he was feeling horrible cramps. His eyes were wild with
pain and he screamed behind the wadded up socks in his
mouth. The banana in his tight little asshole was half
way out he must have been doing some serious rectal
muscle pushing. His pierced titties were stretched to
his teen prick head, and both titties and dick were not
looking pretty. I put down my bags and stood there
looking at the boy. I smiled.
He screamed in agony behind the gag. Sweat ran down his
face and dripped from his chin. I put things away and
unpacked my bag. I emptied out his bag. I placed the
photos of his girlfriend in a nice stack. I took his cds
and put them into another stack. Then I removed his gag.
His screams filled the room. I motioned for him to be
quiet. "Your pain is no excuse to make such a racket," I
said, though I doubt he understood.
I ordered him to be quiet and when he did not stop
screaming, I took the top cd off the pile and broke it
right in front of him. His eyes focused and the scream
stopped in his throat. You see, there was no need for
him to scream like that. Once he was quiet, I sat next
to him and stroked his sweaty body.
He made all kinds of noises, quietly now. Finally I
understood that he had to piss really badly. Remember
his toes were tied up behind his neck, so he was in a
very awkward position. I said I understood, and I cut
the thread attaching his titties to his dickhead. He let
out a sigh of relief, but still could not sit up
straight because of his legs being bent up and his feet
attached by the big toes with the thread behind his
neck.
I knew the cramps in his legs must be just about killing
him. Imagine a constant Charlie horse! One you can't get
rid of, no matter what you do. I tickled his cute feet a
bit, but he hardly noticed. Next I snipped the thread
through his dick skin and removed it.
"Toilet, toilet," he muttered in English. You see, my
methods even teach students to speak English and
quickly.
I went over to my purchases and returned with a plastic
bowl. I lifted the boy's cute but very sore penis in my
fingers and held it over the bowl. Then I indicated for
him to piss. He looked wide-eyed at me, he couldn't
believe I wanted him to piss tied up like that, in front
of him. I shrugged as if to say you piss this way or not
at all. He resisted for only a few seconds he must have
had to piss really badly. I held the soft young dickhead
over the edge of the bowl and after a bit he pissed a
nice strong stream of yellow teen piss into the bowl.
When the bowl was nice and full and the piss had
diminished to a last few drops. I put my finger to his
piss hole and took some of the piss drops onto my
finger. Then I raised my finger to his sweet innocent
face and started to wipe the piss on his full young
lips.
He groaned and tried to turn his head away, but trussed
up as he was, hands behind his back and legs up and bent
he was unable to do much. I held his face still, and
dipping my fingers into the bowl of piss, I rubbed more
of his own pee across his mouth.
The piss mixed with the dried cum coating his lips, and
soon his mouth was a fucking sewer. I tilted him back
over on the sofa so he was lying on his back legs up
around his head, banana sticking from his teenage ass.
His head was now resting on the sofa cushion. I smiled
down at him. Then I fetched the turkey-baster that I had
bought at the market. I stick it into the piss bowl and
sucked up a baster full of teen piss.
Then I placed the end of the baster up the boy's left
nostril, and gently started to squirt the piss back into
him. You have to do this slowly and gently or it can
cause damage. But if it's done right the piss goes down
into his mouth and throat through the nasal passage.
Believe me, it is not a very good feeling, or so I have
been told. He was so fucking cute lying there, black
hair slick with sweat, sweet young Asian boy face,
turkey baster up his nose, coughing and spitting piss,
crying, his body trussed up like the Thanksgiving turkey
itself. All the while I shot the piss back into him, I
gently stroked his body.
"That a boy, that's a good boy," I whispered to him in
my most soothing tones.
When the baster was empty, I moved the bowl to the side
bar, and then rewarded the boy by releasing his toes.
His legs fell like wooden logs, they were numb I am sure
and as the feeling started to return to them, he
screamed with renewed agony.
The pain was so great, his body started to spasm
uncontrollably. I held him in my arms and stroked and
kissed him, not even minding the bit of boy piss I
tasted. I held him like that in my arms his naked body
curled up his legs coming back to life with a vengeance.
I reached down and gently inserted more of the banana,
back up his tender asshole.
He hardly noticed the discomfort in his ass because of
the torment in his legs. Gestalt therapy is based upon
that theory in part that humans will only notice the
priority the thing foremost in their mind and then when
that need is satisfied, the next need emerges.
I knew the pain in his legs had diminished when he
started to react to the discomfort in his newly formed
cunt. I lifted his small lean teen body in my arms and
gently set it on the floor, resting his head back on the
sofa. He rested there, like a broken puppet, his nipples
still threaded.
I put the kettle on for tea. Some nice hot tea to revive
him and make him feel better. When the water was boiling
I went to the bag of goodies from the Burusera Shop and
removed ten fuck filled condoms I had purchased. I got a
cup and filled it with the boiling water, his eyes
watched my every move. His mouth opened and closed but
no words came out like a hungry little bird.
I put the ten sperm clogged dick sheaths into the water,
like tea bags, showing him my every move. The fuck slop
from the rubbers got liquidy in the water, and soon
strands of cock spooge trailed thorough the contents of
the cup. The water grew cloudy with fuck. A few of the
condoms were really gross, the boys must have cum in
them five or six times. Soon I had a cup of Boycum tea.
It was thick and syrupy with dick snot.
Wisely, I had not used too much water, and so now I had
a thick kind of prickslop soup. I sat down behind the
boy on the couch, resting the back of his head on my
crotch. I'm sure he could feel my hard on. I stroked his
face and fixed his matted sweat slick hair a bit. Then I
showed him the photos of the boys who had contributed to
his tea. Several school boys, two hustlers, a boxer, a
huge variety of men had jerked off to make this nice cup
of tea.
The moans he made came from somewhere deep inside him
from his soul perhaps. I knew he wanted to die rather
than be submitted to this new humiliation. I lifted the
steaming cup of cum-tea to his lips and bade him drink.
Of course he had no choice. I knew what was best for
him.
After a bit he drank. He gagged and almost puked but I
put a hand over his mouth until he swallowed his vomit
again. Then I gave him some nice dick-sauce-soup to wash
it down. It was a lot of work for me, but it achieved
its purpose. He now had tasted not only my cum, but the
fucksnot of ten other men, he was becoming a slut boy, a
boycunt.
These images and activities would be burned into his
mind forever. He finally finished his nice drink and I
told him he was a very good boy. I then retrieved one
more condom from my bag. This one was the grossest of
all. It was stuck together with dried cum that was a
revolting yellowish white, with globs of things in it,
and pubic hair in the mix.
The picture with the rubber was of a fat sumo wrestler
type, but old and ugly. I showed my boy the picture, and
then made him open his mouth and stick out his tongue. I
gently rolled the dirty rubber onto the kid's tongue, so
he now had a fuck filled condom on his tongue. It was
really cute.
Next I had him crawl into the bathroom for a nice cold
shower, to clean him up real good. Watching him crawl
with the banana sticking out of his fucked ass, I truly
wished I could speak Japanese so I could have told him
his fun was just starting. So I decided to call my
friend the coach, and have him speak directly to the
boy.
That way, I could learn about the kid and he could learn
about what I was going to do to him. What a lucky little
fifteen-year-old.
END
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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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