Japanese Student\'s Test

Japanese Student’s Test Part Three

by dale10 by dale10

The small cute Japanese kid opened his mouth in horror and spit ran down his

chin. A wail of protest came from somewhere deep inside of him. He shook his

head wildly and tried to break free of the grasp the coach and I had on his young

tight body. The kid's body was smooth, hairless, sweat slick, lithe and totally

fuckable. If you are into boys like I am, and like the coach obviously was, once

that old dick gets up and dripping, you just can't turn if off. It's dangerous I admit,

but what can I do? I simply had to fuck this sweet innocent young kid in his

smooth tight ass, and his feelings didn't even enter into the picture. I had to feel

my hard throbbing fuckmeat forcing itself up his beautiful tight pussyass. I knew

the pain would be unbearable for him as well as the shame, and both things are

what got my prick hard and dripping. I admit that fucking young boys in the ass

becomes an obsession. If I don't fuck some young boysass every few days I go

cazy, which is part of the problem when I am here in the states. Shit, in Asia is

available 24/7. In America you can't just go onto the streets and pick up some

fresh teen ass with a snap of your fingers, but in Asia, no problem.

I mean what could this kid do? Do you know how difficult it is with the huge

population in their country for Japanese boys to get into the best schools? Do

you know that kids actually commit suicide over not getting in? So what's a little

ass fucking, if it can get you in good with the coach and keep you in school. He

knew if he resisted he would be expelled from the school in shame, and no one

would listen to his protests about being ass fucked. His family would be

disgraced. The kid was trapped. Nonetheless, he was scared shitless and tried

to break free of our grip. His eyes rolled wildly in his cute head. I loved the

tension in his muscles. His skin was so soft and pale and his muscles so tight

and sinewy beneath.

"Le'ts get this young faggot cunt into a bed...we can work him over better that

way, " the coach said, and I helped him drag the protesting kid out of the office

and down the hall. The kid was bare assed naked and other boys in the hallway

stopped what they were doing and looked at him in shock. They saw the naked

boy try to twist out of our grip. They saw his fat balls and prick swing and slap his

thighs.

The coach shook the boy hard and raised his voice so he could be easily

heard. "We found out Kenzo here is a faggot. He was caught sucking on other

boys’ dirty jock straps and masturbating. Tell the other boys! Make sure

everyone knows he is a fucking homo faggot cocksucker." Kenzo screamed at

the lie, but I had to laugh. That should endear him to the other students. The

coach and I dragged the boy right through the locker room bathing area. In

Japanese schools the bathing area is different than in America. They don't just

have showers but tubs, and the boys soap up first bare assed naked outside the

tub, then wash off with water from hoses, then go into the hot tub to relax. Five

or six really cute boys were soaping up and bathing when we came through,

dragging a screaming Kenzo between us. I went a little nuts staring at all the

available teenage dick, and it drove me crazy knowing that the coach could and

did have all the boy prick and kid cunt he wanted. The boys all respected their

coach in a typically Asian manner. When he entered the room, they stopped

soaping or scrubbing or hosing and stood at attention for him, their fuckmeat,

scrotums and hot young asses on full display. Part of me wanted to stay right

there and sample some teen boy pussy in the baths. I learned later that the

coach often supervised his boys’ baths, even climbing in and helping. He often

scrubbed the boys asses, making sure to get deep into their cracks and even

fingering their young shitholes to get them very clean. Teenage boys need

constant supervision. He sometimes milked the boys in the bath; the boys who

were very well behaved and good in sports and deserved to be milked. The boys

were never allowed to milk themselves. Nocturnal emmissions were to be

reported to the coach at once, and every single load was recorded in the

student's personal file. If boys came without permission, they were punished by

having their asses and scrotums whipped. They waited eagerly for the coach to

be kind enough to milk them, slowing pumping their randy young pricks to climax.

The coach took lots of time when he milked a boy. It often lasted hours, as he

would bring a moaning teen to the very edge and then back off and let the prick

become flaccid before starting again. Some of the boys in the bathhouse now

thrust their hips out at the coach, presenting dangling thick dicks and cum filled

balls, hoping the coach would take time to milk them. The coach completely

controlled the sex lives of his boys.Not only the sex lives; each boy had to piss in

a jar and only in his own personal jar, so the amount of each piss could be

recorded. Older boys and the coach’s assistants monitored every piss the

younger boys took. The color and smell and volume of the urine was noted in

records. The boys were not allowed to touch their dicks when they pissed. They

had to dangle the fat cocks over the jar and piss while being closely watched.

when we came through,

dragging a screaming Kenzo between us. I went a little nuts staring at all the

available teenage dick, and it drove me crazy knowing that the coach could and

did have all the boy prick and kid cunt he wanted. The boys all respected their

coach in a typically Asian manner. When he entered the room, they stopped

soaping or scrubbing or hosing and stood at attention for him, their fuckmeat,

scrotums and hot young asses on full display. Part of me wanted to stay right

there and sample some teen boy pussy in the baths. I learned later that the

coach often supervised his boys’ baths, even climbing in and helping. He often

scrubbed the boys asses, making sure to get deep into their cracks and even

fingering their young shitholes to get them very clean. Teenage boys need

constant supervision. He sometimes milked the boys in the bath; the boys who

were very well behaved and good in sports and deserved to be milked. The boys

were never allowed to milk themselves. Nocturnal emmissions were to be

reported to the coach at once, and every single load was recorded in the

student's personal file. If boys came without permission, they were punished by

having their asses and scrotums whipped. They waited eagerly for the coach to

be kind enough to milk them, slowing pumping their randy young pricks to climax.

The coach took lots of time when he milked a boy. It often lasted hours, as he

would bring a moaning teen to the very edge and then back off and let the prick

become flaccid before starting again. Some of the boys in the bathhouse now

thrust their hips out at the coach, presenting dangling thick dicks and cum filled

balls, hoping the coach would take time to milk them. The coach completely

controlled the sex lives of his boys.Not only the sex lives; each boy had to piss in

a jar and only in his own personal jar, so the amount of each piss could be

recorded. Older boys and the coach’s assistants monitored every piss the

younger boys took. The color and smell and volume of the urine was noted in

records. The boys were not allowed to touch their dicks when they pissed. They

had to dangle the fat cocks over the jar and piss while being closely watched.

Then, they even had to squat in front of the faculty or seniors to take a shit ,and

the length and width and texture of their shit logs was recorded. The boys had to

squat and shit in front of each other. Their diets were often altered as a result of

the texture and amount of shit. This school prided itself on taking care of it's

boys’ minds and bodies. The poor teens had absolutely no personal life; every

single moment was monitored and everything they did, they did under

supervision. That's why the coach's football team won the silver cup every single

year. They were the best! Television cameras in the dorms watched the boys

while they slept to prevent nocturnal emissions. The boys had to sleep naked on

their backs, so observers could look at their healthy young dicks and sacks as

much as the pleased.

We dragged the poor sobbing kid into another room which had a bed in it,

and the coach kindly asked me to hold the little fuck down while he rammed his

large drooling prick up the boy's asshole. I quickly stripped. I had been quick

enough to set the camera on remote and did get a decent pic of me holding the

boy whild he was fucked for the first time. I wish you could have heard the boy’s

wails of anguish as a fat cock was forced for the first time deep into his tender

virginal rectum. The coach remarked that the boy’s hole was really tight, but

would soon be loose and sloppy. The coach fucked the boy as hard as he could,

both of us enjoying the sound of his big balls slapping the kid’s ass and the boy

grunting and sobbing. After the coach blew a heavy load up the boy's no longer

virgin hole, he pulled out, strings of cum and blood clinging to the retreating

fuckmeat, I climbed on and buried my big western prick in that sweet hot boy

pussy. It was damned tight. Painfully tight, and I vowed to loosen it up right there

and then. I moved my hips from side to side, forcing the ass canal to open. The

boy screamed that he was dying. It was quite humorous. I fucked the kid so hard

I thought my dick would come out of his mouth. He grunted like a stuck pig, and

his body humped and thumped against the mattress. I dug my toes in and forced

my dick harder and harder up his boytwat. With each thrust, the teenager let out

a deeper grunt, followed by a girlish wail. The coach went around and held the

kid's head between his strong muscular thighs and rested his slimy dick and

sweaty ball bag on the boy's darling face. Then while I fucked, he started to pull

and twist on the boy’s nipples. He actually lifted the boy's body up off the bed by

the tits. Kenzo was screaming and spitting and drooling underneath the coach's

balls. The coach moved slightly so his asshole rested on the boy's face, and then

he pulled harder on the tits and demanded that the teenager suck his ass. I

rotated my hips so my rock hard prick reached every corner of his innercunt.

The coach remarked that the boy’s hole was really tight, but

would soon be loose and sloppy. The coach fucked the boy as hard as he could,

both of us enjoying the sound of his big balls slapping the kid’s ass and the boy

grunting and sobbing. After the coach blew a heavy load up the boy's no longer

virgin hole, he pulled out, strings of cum and blood clinging to the retreating

fuckmeat, I climbed on and buried my big western prick in that sweet hot boy

pussy. It was damned tight. Painfully tight, and I vowed to loosen it up right there

and then. I moved my hips from side to side, forcing the ass canal to open. The

boy screamed that he was dying. It was quite humorous. I fucked the kid so hard

I thought my dick would come out of his mouth. He grunted like a stuck pig, and

his body humped and thumped against the mattress. I dug my toes in and forced

my dick harder and harder up his boytwat. With each thrust, the teenager let out

a deeper grunt, followed by a girlish wail. The coach went around and held the

kid's head between his strong muscular thighs and rested his slimy dick and

sweaty ball bag on the boy's darling face. Then while I fucked, he started to pull

and twist on the boy’s nipples. He actually lifted the boy's body up off the bed by

the tits. Kenzo was screaming and spitting and drooling underneath the coach's

balls. The coach moved slightly so his asshole rested on the boy's face, and then

he pulled harder on the tits and demanded that the teenager suck his ass. I

rotated my hips so my rock hard prick reached every corner of his innercunt.

When the boy didn't suck asshole well enough, after all it was his first time, the

coach reached downa nd grabbed the teenager’s soft pink penis and yanked

hard on it. He pulled the kid's dick, stretching it, yelling at the boy to get some

tongue up his asshole. The poor boy wrapped his sexy naked legs around my

body and curled his toes in pain. I laughed and fucked his boypussy until the

sound of my ballbag slapping against his cunt filled the room.

"Suck my asshole you fucking faggot. That's all you're good for, to suck ass

and take dick up your cunt. From now on you'll be sucking ass every fucking day.

You will suck the assholes of every boy on the team. I will removed paper and

water from the toilets and after the boys take a shit, you will lick and suck them

clean. You will crawl around the locker room on your hands and knees and never

walk in the presence of any teacher or team member. You will crawl up to every

boy and sniff his balls and cock and beg to be allowed to suck his big fat teenage

dick. Of course the boys are not allowed to actually have sex, but we might allow

them to have you lick the sweat after a game off their balls and cocks and out of

their assholes. But don't worry, you will get plenty of cock to suck; all the coaches

and the assistant coaches and the team managers, and some of the other

faculty, the understanding liberal ones. And then all of my friends. And then the

coaches of the other teams. You will be sucking at least fifteen to twenty cocks a

day...every single day. But you will have to study hard to become an expert

cocksucker. You're a little old to be starting out, but maybe you can make up for

lost time by sucking extra dicks every day. I am sure my American friend here will

be glad to tutor you in the fine art of cocksucking. And I will personally take

charge of opening up your asscunt. Before the week is out, you will be taking my

whole hand up your pussy without so much as a whimper, I promise you. You

should be so greateful that we found out you were a faggot in time to help you."

After I shot my first load, I made the teen suck the ass juice and blood and

cum off my fuckmeat. I got turned on and I fucked the kid's mouth, and the coach

fucked his ass again. Then the coach applied some training techniques to

toughen the little faggot up a bit. We put clips on his nipples, because the coach

wants the boy to develop his tits like pig udders. You know I am a man who loves

to work on boy tit, so that was lots of fun. We told the boy soon his nipples would

be so large and distended that they would show like girl nipples through any shirt

he wore. He wailed at that and begged us to have mercy. We shoved some kind

of japanese electrical dildo's up his ass and the coach turned up the current until

Kenzo was flopping around on the bed like a fucking salmon trying to swim

upstream. The boy was pretty much mindless with pain and abuse, so we cuffed

him and left him to lie on the bed to contemplate his new role on the team and in

the school. The coach assured me the boy would make no trouble. Then, we

hade some hot sake, and we looked through photos of the team to pick our next

plaything. I selected a thirteen year old freshman.

rst load, I made the teen suck the ass juice and blood and

cum off my fuckmeat. I got turned on and I fucked the kid's mouth, and the coach

fucked his ass again. Then the coach applied some training techniques to

toughen the little faggot up a bit. We put clips on his nipples, because the coach

wants the boy to develop his tits like pig udders. You know I am a man who loves

to work on boy tit, so that was lots of fun. We told the boy soon his nipples would

be so large and distended that they would show like girl nipples through any shirt

he wore. He wailed at that and begged us to have mercy. We shoved some kind

of japanese electrical dildo's up his ass and the coach turned up the current until

Kenzo was flopping around on the bed like a fucking salmon trying to swim

upstream. The boy was pretty much mindless with pain and abuse, so we cuffed

him and left him to lie on the bed to contemplate his new role on the team and in

the school. The coach assured me the boy would make no trouble. Then, we

hade some hot sake, and we looked through photos of the team to pick our next

plaything. I selected a thirteen year old freshman.