The Train (Mb,nepi,newborn,full-intercourse,rape)

by Nate


STORY INTRO: A young man decides to abduct a baby boy from a train 
             to make into his sex toy.




Twelve hours of hell riding to San Francisco on an Amtrak train — 
why didn't I just take a plane? Well, I hardly think that's relevant. 
And wouldn't you prefer for me to just get to the pedo stuff already?

That’s what I thought.

Anyway, it had been a long trip back to college from winter break, 
and five more hours were ahead of me when the train took its stop at 
the Paso Robles station (if you don't know California, you’re missing 
out). I got out to smoke, stretch and watch the awful sort of people 
who take the train for the ten minutes between arrival and departure. 
No, you cannot keep your lizard on your shoulder, sir. No, miss, there 
is no smoking car—this is 2016. 

Then came this fat pig in her mobility scooter. She couldn't have been 
older than thirty and she’d already thrown her life away. How disgus...
— no, how beautiful! In her chubby, hideous arms she was holding a 
pastel yellow little blanket, conversational with cartoon giraffes. And 
with a sleeping head poking from the top of it, the blanket gave me a 
view of the most adorable baby boy, red from young age and slightly 
chubby from his womb-time in such a whale. 

Just seeing his innocent face made the front of my pants pop. I’d worn 
sweatpants for comfort on the long trip, now it was giving away my 
perverse mind. I angled myself to hide my twenty-one year old, nine 
inch member as I crouched and made my way back inside the train. I had 
to use a different entrance because the cow was needing assistance to 
get in and load her scooter. After crossing back over to where my seat 
was I was blocked. It looked like she would be sitting right in front 
of me. 

Her obese form was struggling to sit and hold the baby with her bag 
hanging from her padded shoulders.

“Here, I can hold him.” I reached for the delicious package.

“Oh, thanks so much.” She let me grab the boy and bring him up to my 
body as she squeezed into her seat and adjusted her bag in the half of 
the seat beside her not holding her overflowing folds of fat. As she 
looked down, distracted, I snuck in for a quick sniff of the baby’s 
head and wispy newborn hair. He was scrumptious, and the scent of baby 
powder from his diaper was strong all around his body. His cute little 
elbow had a dimple as one hand fell from his blanket and he started 
to whimper. 

“Alrighty.” She reached her rippling arms back out for the baby. “Thank you.”

“No problem. He’s real cute.”

“Thanks.” She cuddled with him as I reluctantly went back to my seat, 
gazing forward at the mumbling child I longed for. My erection pointed 
straight up in my baggy sweats.

After we were back on track and making way to San Francisco I got up and 
headed for one of the bathrooms. In the crowded stall I pulled down my 
pants and started angrily jacking my length. I planned on cumming. I was 
beating it hard and imagining the child I’d just held. But as I looked 
around I saw a baby changing table. I stopped my efforts without fully 
understanding why, and I curiously opened the table up. I stared at it 
intently. Then, a rush like ice water ran through my arteries in one 
shivering burst. My cock was harder than it had ever been. 

What was I thinking — it was all just fantasy. I was hot for little boys, 
but I’d never actually done anything with one. And it wasn't like I was so 
close now. There was no way I'd get the boy alone. I didn't understand 
why everything was feeling so dire. I’d never been so overcome with lust 
for a child before. I needed this boy. I needed to dominate him. 

But how?

Without finishing my jerkoff I pulled my pants back up and returned to my 
seat. I sat and I glared forward. I could barely make out the baby on his 
mother’s chest. Still I watched. I saw occasional movement, heard 
occasional sounds. It all consumed my mind.

I sat and I glared forward.

I sat and I glared — suddenly interrupted by the sound of clogged sinuses. 
The fat bitch was snoring. She had fallen asleep.

My body shook with excitement. 

Why? It’s not like I could take the baby. What if someone saw? There was 
only one other person in the particular car I shared with her, an elderly 
Asian man sleeping against a window. Still—it was such a risk. What if she 
woke up? What if the baby started to cry? What if, what if—what if I won? 
What if I got the child and could do whatever I wanted with him? What if 
I could finally live out the ultimate fantasy and have sex with an infant?!?

My heart was convulsing with fear and pattering with joy. Oh my God. Oh my 
God. I looked at my wristwatch, I had been staring at the back of this 
lady’s head for over two hours!

I slowly started to lift my body, feeling rushed, crouching in the little 
space afforded me as the woman leaned back in her chair. I had a view over 
her head this way. I looked down and saw my angel. The little boy was 
nestled in his blanket and sleeping peacefully. 

It was so cute. It was so erotic. I crab-walked out of my seat and hovered 
slightly behind and to the side of the boy. I reached a hand, it was 
covered it sweat. I pulled it back and wiped it on my pants. 

I reached again, shaking furiously.

I almost jumped out of my skin and died when a voice echoed around me. 

“Next stop, San Jose. For those of you getting off here — if you want to 
start collecting your things we’ll be arriving at the station in just a 
couple minutes.” 

It was coming from the intercom. I had moved faster than I thought I could 
and fallen back into my seat. I looked around. The hog was still sleeping 
soundly, even the baby was still asleep. But the Asian man has stirred, 
shifting his head back and forth and gazed out the window. Then he leaned 
back against it and fell back to sleep. Neither he nor the woman were 
getting off in San Jose. Neither was I. But then—

Suddenly it hit me. 

I couldn't help a little squeak as my lips stretched to a full grin. Here 
was my chance! I had bought my ticket with cash and shown no 
identification. I quickly used my sleeve to wipe down the plastic armrest 
of my area. I knew the bathroom would have more fingerprints than could 
be reported. And I was a good boy—my fingerprints weren’t on any record. 
There was no way of identifying me at all once I got of the train.

All I had to do—all I needed to do was—I was dizzy with the thought.

 I stood back up with trembling legs and got my only bag from the rack 
above me. I looked out the window to see we were approaching the station. 

I stood and waited.

And waited.

Thirty seconds felt like thirty minutes as I waited. And, just as I felt 
the train beginning to stop, I did it. I reached out, grabbed the baby 
from the sleeping whore’s fat arms and hugged him against my chest. I 
walked out of the car to the door. The stewardess I bumped into with 
horror just smiled at me as I sweat bullets and boulders. The train was 
at a full stop. The doors began to open in slow motion. The baby was just 
beginning to whimper. And then I was out of there—walking at the pace of 
running, probably looking as suspicious as possible. It didn't matter, 
I would run if I had to. There was no going back now.

I turned at a cross street and walked a block to a shopping center. There 
was a small space between the back of two of the buildings and I slipped 
in. What now?

I leaned against the wall and shook. I didn't know where I was. If 
someone saw me hiding back here with a baby it would be awful odd. With 
that thought in my head, the boy started to cry loudly. 

Oh my God!

There was a door leading to a storage room at the back of the space. 
Someone might be in there, but I had to try. I cautiously turned the knob 
and looked in. It was a small little concrete space with nothing but a 
sink, a mop and an empty shelf. I closed the door behind me and locked 
it. 

I sighed and let about ten minutes pass, trying to shush the crying 
infant. 

“Hi little guy. You’re such a cutie, aren't you? I don't even know your 
name.” 

The baby just stared off into space, a bubble between his lips; it was 
so hot!

I had him curled up in my lap. The feel of his breathing got me hard. 
My penis was pushing against him, agitating him and making him fuss. 

“Be quiet now little guy. It’s okay, it’s just my penis. You want to 
see it? Let me show you.”

I stood up and carried him over to the shelf and set him down on it, 
padding his head with the most of the blanket. I fumbled on the zipper 
as I shimmied off my pants and tossed them to the side. My bare ass 
was cold and my cock was menacingly pointing at the crying baby. 

“See? See my penis. It’s pretty big, huh? Bigger then yours I bet. Let’s 
have a look.” I opened up his blanket to reveal a red and white striped 
onesie with buttons running down one side. I undid them and gently slid 
it off of him. He tried to lift his stomach up and cried some more. 

He was wearing a puffy white diaper decorated with little blue trains. 

I smiled at the cuteness, the innocence, and the irony. 

I gently patted the diaper with my hand and rubbed its soft texture. 

Then I undid the sides and slowly lifted the front. 

The smell of baby powder wafted through the room. It sooo was alluring! 

“Look at that. Look at your cute little pecker. It sure is adorable. I 
bet I can make it grow though.” 

I leaned down to the level of the shelf and slide the pricklet into my 
mouth by the length of the tongue. It was nice and smooth, tasty with 
the flavor of young flesh and baby powder. His little uncut cock’s 
foreskin slipped up and down with the flickering of my tongue. I gently 
pulled it with my teeth and he whined.

“It’s okay little buddy. See? Look at that! Your body likes it. You’ve 
got a baby boner!” 

It was a sight I’d never seen, a little newborn erection. His balls were 
bright red and the small one-incher had it’s head popping out. I began to 
play with myself as I eyed the beauty.

“Let’s inspect your other parts now, huh?” 

I turned him over and pulled the diaper all the way off. The little 
globes of his butt met the creases in the fat of his thighs to make a 
cute little V shape. I shoved my head back down and kissed both cheeks. 

I stuck my lips in between them and gave a kiss and a lick. Then I gently 
massaged his butt with my hands and gracefully pried it open - exposing 
the smallest little pink, puckered anus! 

It was like a small little bush flower — a crinkly little brown star in 
the middle of his chubby butt. 

“Look at that! I bet that tastes good!” 

I started to poke it with my tongue. The poking turned into lapping and 
in no time I was devouring his ass - licking and lubricating it. 

“You know little guy, I think I need to get in there. It looks too 
tempting to resist.” 

I picked him up and flipped him back onto his back, I then moved him one 
shelf level down so he was the perfect hight to meet my cock. I rubbed it 
against his flailing leg as he whimpered and gurgled. I slid it along his 
calf to his lower knee and right between his thighs, the fat head of my 
circumcised penis pushing the perineum below his ballsack. His skin was 
so pliable and delicate. He wiggled around trying to remove the pressure 
as I leaned into him. It was futile. I was going to have my way with this 
kid.

I lifted his leg, one in each hand, above his stomach, pulling him closer 
to me and wrinkling the blanket, the innocent giraffes decorating it 
looking back at me, asking “Why?” Because I wanted to bust a nut!

I positioned my cockhead against his moist little hole. It was so small it 
totally disappeared in the shadow of my enormous member. 

I paused. 

I looked at his red, scrunched, crying face. 

This was a baby. I newborn baby, no more than a few days old. I had 
kidnapped him. I had molested him. I was about to rape him. The thoughts 
turned over in my mind and I smiled and laughed to myself. 

It was so sexy. 

The whole depraved thing was my dream come true. I was going to love 
every second of this.

I dove in up to the hilt with a slurp, no mercy. The infant’s eyes 
popped open and then shut like clams, he started screaming. I had 
stabbed him — stabbed him with my cock. He was hysterical with pain 
and fear; I was hysterical with ecstasy and triumph.

I owned this boy. He was my slave. I was fucking him like some toy. 
I was pounding his newborn ass! He screamed and cried and I ignored it — 
or maybe I relished it. The sound echoed through the small room.

The smell of baby powder was intensified by the friction of my thrusts 
and the moisture of my saliva. It wafted around alongside the heat of 
my body as I built a rhythm and continued to rape the baby.

I pushed in and pulled out, over and over. I must have lasted at least 
half an hour. He was constantly shrieking and I was too lost in my 
pleasure to worry if anyone could hear. Slam. Slam. Slam. It was moist 
and slick — nice and stretched as all nine inches of me reshaped his 
bowels. I must have been ruining his insides. It didn't matter, I wasn't 
thinking about it. I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just watching 
myself plow a kid.

I grabbed him by the sides and started bringing him down onto each of my 
thrusts, pushing myself deeper in. It was so tight and the feel of the 
pressured sides was even on my head as I was stretching out the curve 
from his sigmoid colon to his intestines. 

The sphincter of his anus and the internal sphincter of his sigmoid 
colon were holding the length of my penis like a ferocious handjob. 

The time flew by and didn't impact my senses. And then something greater 
stirred in me. I felt my balls contract and pound on his small body like 
a bouncy ball. There were retracting and transferring sperm into the 
base of my penis to mix with the cum, waiting at the ready.

I felt the pressure and the pleasure triple, then it was out... 

“Holy fuuuuuck!!!”

In a huge blast I shot an enormous burst of spunk into the boy. He 
gasped as he felt the warm liquid sliding up his insides. It was like a 
spout as I felt one squirt, two squirts, three, four—I lost count as I 
got dizzy in the high of my orgasm. Streams and ropes of jizz came forth 
and mingled with my spit and the slick mucosa of his ass. It was a wet 
warm bath around my penis as the vice of his insides pushed the cum up 
the whole length of my shaft. And still I continued to cum. It was the 
most semen I had ever produced in my life. My seed was thick and potent 
with fertile sperm. 

I let out a huge sigh and braced myself against the shelf as I fell 
forward. 

I was exhausted.

I had put every bit of my being into that fuck. I dropped my head and 
looked at the spread-legged baby crying on my dick. I just admired the 
scene for around five minutes. My dick began to soften and retract. 

Then, with a pop, it slipped out of him and a big trail of cum spilt 
onto the floor - oozing in a viscous line and pooling on the cement. 

“You’re a good little fuck aren't you kid, better than I ever expected.” 

I rubbed his hair and leaned down - kissing him on the head. 

I could have just drowned him in the sink, stuffed him in my bag and 
buried him somewhere. I considered this as I cleaned my DNA off the 
floor and shelf. 

But...

“I think — I think that I’ll name you. 

"Fucktoy?"

 No. That won't be a good name should the neighbors ask. I know. Let’s 
go home...Jason. I've decided that I’m going to keep you.”
 

THE END

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