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Japanese Student\'s Test

Part 1

I don't know if the young Japanese footballer was shy

because I was in the

room, or because of what he knew the coach might do with

him. I mean word

must get around among these fourteen and fifteen year old

teenage team

members that the private one on one sessions with the coach

get pretty

personal. I had been introduced to the Japanese boys' team

coach through an

internet connection who loved some of my stories. These

guys were heavily

into teenage humiliation, and so coaching a team of shy

awkward boys of

sensitive age was perfect for their games. You know how shy

boys are about

their bodies and their blossoming sexuality. In Japan is it

increased by

their natural reluctance to show their feelings and their

strong sense of

shame. These adults who preyed upon the boys were actually

more into

humiliation than any sex. They got their pleasure from

watching a boy's

complete degradation. Of course to keep their jobs and to

insure future

fun, they had to work very slowly and carefully. Through my

internet friend,

I was introduced to the Japanese sadists. On my next trip

to Japan to visit

my underground film maker friend Ryo, I met up with my new

friends over

tempura and beer.



Shino, the coach had invited me to the Personal

session he was having

with a rather new boy on the team named Kenzo. I was

allowed to sip Kirin





beer and enjoy the proceedings. I was introduced as a

famous football coach

from America. The darling boy, with close cropped black

hair and a sweet

nervous smile bowed to me and stood at attention. Shino

told the boy to sit

next to him and relax. He casually draped an arm around

the boy and they

talked for a while about his game. Then, Shino said he had

to ask the boy a

few questions about his private habits to determine if the

boy was on a good

regime and schedule, and to make sure the teen had the

proper ethics to be a

footballer. He asked Kenzo if he had a girlfriend.



The boy blushed and looked down..."hei!...Yes..." he

said. He was dating

his very first girlfriend. (Boys in Asia often don't date

cunts until they

are in their late teens. Most of their time is spent with

their fellow

buddies. That's why there is so much boy boy sex and

homosexual interaction

at that age is considered normal. Boys and girls are still

pretty formal in

Asia. But Kenzo at fourteen was already dating. He was a

horny little

fucker.



Shino began to rub the boy's shoulder. "That's

fine..time for you to

become a man, huh? Tell me Kenzo, do you fuck her?"



This was asked using Japanese words that were very

vulgar, personal and

impolite and designed to embarrass the boy. Kenzo looked

amazed at the

blunt question and then he looked at me.



"Come come, don't be shy in front of our guest. I want

him to see that

we are like family here. We are very honest with each

other. Now tell me, do





you shove your dick into her pussy?"



Shino was rubbing the boys youthful chest...I'm sure

getting some nipple

between his fingers, although I could not see beneath the

boy's shirt.



It was a great honor to play for this squad, and the

boys knew they had

to put up with whatever Shino wanted of them in order to

stay on this famous

winning team. Also boys in Japan are used to having to obey

schoolmasters no

matter what.



"No sir...we don't...I have not...." the poor boy didn't

know what to

say.



"Well get to it boy. Wht are you waiting for? That

pussy is dripping for

you. You should be fucking it a couple of times a day."



The teenager could not believe a grown man would talk so

to a fourteen

year old boy. I was getting a painful hardon watching the

kid's discomfort.



"So how many cunts have you fucked? Be honest with

me now, I can

tell when a boy lies to me." Shino's other hand went to

the boy's naked leg

and started to rub. The boy looked so cute in his shorts

and jersey. I love

the look of school boys in uniform or sports gear.



"Ugh, well Sir, I....I have not done that yet...sir."

I had some

trouble with the boy's Japanese because he was so shaken at

the questions

his answers were muddled and hesitant.



"Done, what, young man? Say the words like a man, not

like a sissy. We

can't have sissy's on our team. Are you saying you have

never fucked a

girl?"





"Not yet sir, but almost...I mean...several time times

I...."



The coach pulled away from the boy suddenly, as if

repulsed, making the

boy feel unwanted, freakish. The boy starred at the floor

as Japanese do

when they feel shame. My dick throbbed and my balls pulled

up.



"Are you a homo? Are you not a real man?"



"Oh no sir. It's just that I'm shy, and I haven't had

the chance to. I'm

with other guys most of the time and..."



The coach grabbed the boy's shoulder hard. "Other guys

are with their

buddies too, but they find time to fuck cunt. Most boys

your age are fucking

pussy every day." This of course was not true at all. Most

boys his age in

Japan are virgins. They fuck at a much later age than we do

in the States.

But poor Kenzo in his cute little football kid didn't know

this. Fuck, he

was a cute kid.



"Are you a teenage asspussy for the other boys?"



It looked like the boy would break down crying, it was

so sweet. "Oh

no Sir. I never...I mean..I...." The teen couldn't believe

what he was

hearing.



"How do I know you are not sucking the cocks of my boys

and draining

them of their precious energy? How do I know you are not

offering your

asscunt to the boys to fuck when they are in training and

away from their

girlfriends? How do I know you are not a sick

pervert..tell me that

Kenzo?"



"Sir, I...you have to believe me. I've only just

masturated with other





boys. Never anything more."



"Stand up in front of me. When was the last time you

blew your load of

teen cock slop? Tell me the truth now. Let me see in your

eyes, so I can see

if you are lying to me."



"Five days ago, sir." The boy hung his head in shame.

He was so

darling in his uniform, my dick was leaking like a wet

sponge, so I spilled

a little beer on my lap to cover my own embarrassment.



"Five day's ago, you fucking pervert. I should throw

you off the team.

You know how I feel about my boys spilling their seed and

draining their

energy before games. I want my boys to fuck every cunt they

can as often as

they want, but not before games. My best players, who are

real studs, not

fucking mama boys like you, they stop fucking their

girlfriends so as to

have power filled ball bags. They suffer for the game; for

the team, and

here you go beating your meat like some baby who just

discovered his dick."



It made no sense that the coach in one breath was

attacking the boy for

not fucking daily, and in the next , berating the boy for

shooting his load,

but it was that kind of confusion that broke the boy. It

was that kind of

mindless control that the coach wanted to exert on his boys

so that they

could never please him, no matter what they did.



"I'm sorry sir, but it was four weeks I'd gone with no

release. You

milked most of the other boys to help them out, but you

never called me in,

and I couldn't stand it. I needed some release. MY balls

were hurting so bad





sir, I could hardly walk."



"I suppose seeing all those bare assed boys with their

masculine dicks

in the showers everyday made your perverted teenage cock

ache to shoot a

load. Probably, you wanted all that dick up your pussy."



"Oh sir, you have to believe me. That's not how it is

at all. I love

girls."



The coach laughed a nasty laugh. "Oh sure, as

friends, to keep scrap

books of boy singing groups, but not to fuck. Boys half

your age are

shoving dick into cunts. Look boy, we appreciate honesty

around here. If

you want to become asspussy for the team, if you want to be

a cum dump for

them at the victory parties, just tell me. I can arrange

it. My boys need a

little relief now and then, and your hole is as good as the

next, I assume."



The boy had this stupid frozen grin on his face.

Asians often smile

when completely humiliated and devastated.



"Sir, you have the wrong idea of me. What can I say?"



The coach was feeling the boy's legs, squeezing the

firm young teen

muscles. "A shame too, you have the right legs for a

footballer. You could

have been a champ. A star. Instead you'd rather exercise

this muscle around

boy's cocks."



He reached up and began to squeeze the boy's tight

young ass globes.

The kid had a gorgeous ass, I could tell that even with his

shorts on. The

coach sure knew how to pick them. There is nothing in the

world like a

fourteen year old boy with a beautiful ass.



"How many of my boy's have fucked you?"





The poor boy almost collapsed. He was crying now He was crying now.

"None sir. Nothing

like that ever happened, I swear!"



"Take off your shirt. Let me see if you are built

normally, or if you

have titties like a cunt. I can't stand boys who are half

girls and have

those big flabby girl udders. You can tell if a boy is a

faggot by his

tits."



The poor boy didn't know what to do. The coach pulled

him back down next

to him on the couch and started to help him off with his

shirt.



"You know, when coach gives an order, you obey at

once. Otherwise

you'll be off the team by tomorrow. Now let me see your

chest. Well your

tits are nothing to rave about, but at least they look

normal. Are they over

sensitive like a cunt's tits?" He reached up and began to

finger the boy's

nipples. The helpless Japanese teen turned red in the face,

squirmed and

tried to pull away without actually offending his coach.

The coach worked

the kids nips, pulling and twisting them until they were

hard

little pebbles.



"Are you getting hard from that titty work, my little

faggot

fopotballer? This is a test you know. I want you to relax.

You say you are

not a faggot; that I can safely have you on the team with

my boys. If that's

true, then a man touching you should not excite you

sexually, right?

RIGHT?"



"Hei..I guess so sir." The little fuckcunt was so

confused, I could see





by now that we were going to be able to do anything we

wanted to do with

him. That was a really pleasing prospect.



"So, you just relax and we'll see if you are a real

man or a fucking

homo faggot cunt boy." The coach made his move. He reached

down into the

boys crotch and started to squeeze the teenage dick and

balls. The kid's

smooth beautiful body began to tremble like a leaf.



"Please sir...please I beg

you...Coach..don't...don't...."



But the coach was actually rubbing Kenzo's dick through

his shorts and

jock.



"If you are not a homo, then this should not turn you

on. Trust me boy,

I am your coach.. You have to know I am doing this for your

own good. Maybe

you are a fucking faggot and don't even know it. We have

to find out for

your own good, don't we?



I love to see the lower lip of a fourteen year old

boy quiver as he

starts to cry. Watching a boy of that age ball is pure

delight. He is trying

so hard all the time to be grown-up, and here we go and

reduce him to a

little baby once again. This poor boy kept trying to smile,

to be polite and

respectful to the coach, and it was a hoot, those tears

running down over

that cute fucking grinning face.



"Play with your nipples while I examine your prick."

the coach said,

rubbing and squeezing. His hands were really working the

young meat.



"Please, you don't have to..."

"Play with your fucking nipples." the boy started to

tug and twist on





his own boy tits as the coach rhythmically squeezed an own boy tits as the coach rhythmically squeezed and

pumped the kid's

dick through his uniform shorts. It was so hot to see the

tugging on his own

tits. His mouth hung open like an idiot and drool dripped

from his lips.



"I don't know. It feels like it's getting a little

bigger, like it's

getting an erection.. Only a full fledged cocksucking

faggot would erect

under these conditions, but I just can't tell with your

shorts on. Stand up

and strip off your shorts."



The boy stood up on shaky legs. "Sir, I swear to you

on my honor, I am

not a faggot. I have never even had thoughts like...."



"If you are not a fucking faggot, you won't mind taking

off your shorts

in front of other men. Right? Only a homo cocksucking

asspussy cuntface

would feel embarrassed stripping in front of other guys.

Look at my boys.

They walk around the locker room bare assed all the time,

teenage dicks

swinging, balls bouncing, ass globes rising and falling

with each step. But

a cocksucker, a faggot boy with a twat lips on has asshole,

he would be shy

to undress. He would be afraid that his clit would get hard

in front of the

other naked boys. So what's it to be. Will you strip down

the shorts or

not?"



The boy was caught, and he knew it. I had been

snapping photos with my

digital camera all the time, and this increased the boy's

humiliation. You

can see the photos by writing to me. Now, he stripped down

to his snug blue





jockstrap. He had a nice full, hunky Japanese ass with a

deep crack.



"That a boy. Show Coach Shino and his American friend

that you are a

real man, not some fucked out, cum leaking boypussy whose

been sucking prick

since first grade."



The boy stood there clad in only his jock strap. Fourteen

years of

fuckable beauty. I really wanted and needed that young ass.



Coach smiled. "Now, put your leg up on the couch here,

so I can really

work that dick of yours through your prick pouch, and let's

see if you are a

man or a faggot. I have to be honest with you. Not much of

a cock lump here,

boy. No wonder the girls want nothing to do with you.

You're cock could

hardly even fill their hot young pussies. That's a bad

sign. Real men have

larger dicks than Asswipe faggots. Your pathetic little

peanut prick is not

a good sign at all."



Jesus, he was destroying this fourteen year old. "Keep

twisting those

udder tips, boy." Kenzo pulled harder and harder on his

nipples, tears

running down his cheeks.



The coach squeezed the boy's dick lump through his

jockstrap. I could

not tell if the kid was getting hard, but I was ready to

burst through my

trousers.



"Pleeeeeaaaassssseeeeee," the boy wailed, eyes

squeezed shut, pulling

on his own boy tits like some horny cumslut.



"Not much of a dick, but this ass of yours is prime

boy meat. Really

make fine faggot ass, if you ask me. The boys like to

shove their dicks up





faggot cunt after a winning game. I mean, they are reallcunt after a winning game. I mean, they are really

horny right after

a game, right, and the girls aren't around just then. And

the boys love to

blow a good thick load. Sometimes, I will hire a street

hustler to provide

some asscunt for my boys, but shit, if I have one on the

team, a ready and

willing and able teentwat fuckdump with nice big cunt

titties for the boys

to hang on to while they plow faggot pussy, why should we

go outside?"



"I'm not...I'm not...I'm not..." the boy sobbed over

and over and over

like a fucking mantra.



"I'm quite sure I can see a little twitching going on

behind that jock

pouch, girl, when I squeeze and rub your big meaty ass

globes. You have one

fine set of assglobes. Any boy or man fucking between them

would think he

fucking a real cunt! Is your crack sensitive? Let me rub a

finger up and

down your ass crack and see if that gives you a faggot

boner."



Kenzo wailed out loud...a wail that filled the room, but

the coach was

undeterred.



He ran a finger up and down the boy's sweaty ass

crack. I was out of

my mind with fucklust. I couldn't wait to get my dick up

that virgin teenage

hole.



Then, the coach sat back with a disgusted look on his

face. The boy

stood before him chewing his lower lip, eyes getting red

from tears, weak in

the knees and shaking.



"You know, I would say from the feel and shape of your

ass that you are





a faggot. If you are, the best thing for you to do girl, is

to admit it and

face it and adjust your life. I can help you to do that.

You could make

some nice gang of boys a fine sex slop sewer."



Kenzo was totally destroyed. This coach was a master at

his business. He

accomplished in a few minutes what I have seen take other

guys weeks to do.

I decided then and there that I had to study under this

sensi.



"I'm not..I'm not...I'm not...." Kenzo couldn't even

get the words out.

Fuck, he had a cute face. Soft cheeks streaked with tears,

a delicious mouth

with full soft lips just waiting for me to gob spit into.



Corrupting innocent teenagers...my life's calling.We all

have our talents.

That happens to be mind But the Coach had a few things he

could teach me.



"I'm afraid there's only one way to find out the truth

about you. Let me

help you strip off your jock strap, Kenzo. Let's see if you

are really a

fuck sewer faggot slop hole or not." The coach reached out

again and rubbed

the boy's jock covered crotch and then began to peel down

the strap.







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