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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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