I studied his stomach and his attractive belly button. I leaned around to look at his nicely formed boy ass so lovely in the tight gray school shorts Asian boys wear. I reached out one hand and patted his tummy. He sucked it in as if trying to move it away from my hand. Stupid.
I ran my hand over his chest and felt each of the teen tits as he sucked in air and spit dribbled from his pretty mouth. Once he tried to move away, and I slapped him hard across the face. After that, he stood there taking my molestation my abuse. I felt his soft neck his shoulders, I felt the wet armpits slick with the sweat of fear. I ran my hands down to his hips and eventually rest them on the button of his shorts.
He held his breath knowing what was coming and not able to bear the humiliation and degradation of it. I opened his pants, watching his face all the while. Snot bubbled from his nose so cute, his eyes looked frantic, like a trapped animal’s eyes. I unzipped the shorts and tugged them down. He wore a small pair of blue bikini underpants most Asians prefer very tiny briefs for underwear and I prefer that on a boy as well.
Now I could see his dick lump clearly. He was not particularly well hung, just an average boy; his dick laying on an upward angle to the left in his tiny underpants his nice full balls beneath.
His shorts lay puddled around his ankles, I bade him step out of them and I placed them with his shirt. His body was really shaking now almost uncontrollably. I thought he might fall over. I put a hand on his firm full ass globe and squeezed. He made a sound like air coming out of a balloon.
I could see the top of his ass crack above the waistband of the shorts and I knew he would have a nice deep ass crack and two well-rounded firm ass globes. A strong young ass from all those athletic games.
When I put my fingers on his dick lump he did fall over right back onto his seat he sat there like a drunk looking up at me naked except for his underpants. I winked at him and kicked his legs apart. I stood between them and leaned down and started to flick his tits. He tried to squirm away but of course, I made him sit still as I worked his young nipples into a bursting ripe state.
Then I kneeled down on the seat between his legs and took his smooth beautiful face in my hands and kissed him on the mouth he tried to resist at first but I forced his mouth open with my tongue and was soon frenching him tasting his teeth and gums and tongue slopping my spit into his oral cavity making sure it was the wettest longest kiss of his young life.
Then I titled his head hack held his handsome young mouth open pulled back just a bit and gobbed wads of spit into his open mouth. I saw his mouth fill with my spit. I saw him look frantically from side to side, I heard him choke as if he were about to puke.
I forced his mouth closed and held his nose making him swallow the lake of spittle I had deposited in his mouth. I did this three times until he was able to hold his mouth open and show me the pool of spit without gagging. It was so cute how his legs and feet were all over the place when had to swallow the spit his toes curled; his body jumping as if it were under electric shock treatment. His hair was a fine mess now and he sat there on the seat, bare assed except for those sexy tiny blue underpants, his legs spread, his chest heaving, his mouth slack his eyes red and watery.
I stood right in front of him inches from his face and I rubbed the hard lump in my pants. At this point, he knew for sure what he was going to get and he tried to bold again for the door, hysterical not even caring that he was almost naked. I grabbed him and shook him like a rag doll. Then I slapped him hard across his smooth face four times. His lower lip looked thick and slack and out of control, his eyes were wild.
I roughly sat him down; he sat there shaking; not with cold, but with fear. I stood there between his legs and played with my dick in my pants again. To break a boy, you have to be adept at picking up on certain signs. You have to know when to push forward and when to hold when to threaten and when to ease back.
Why didn’t he scream for help? Because he knew that anyone entering the car would see him see his shame see his degradation. He couldn’t bear that. I placed a hand behind his head and drew his face into my crotch. He whimpered and then his nose and mouth were pressed against my huge hard dick lump in my jeans. Could he smell my prick through the denim material, hungry, anxious, drooling to be unleashed? I made certain his face felt the outline of my fucktool. Then just as quickly I pulled back and sat down and took an apple from my bag and slowly ate it.
He looked at me not believing mouth open body slick with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, his chest heaving titties hard and pink, tummy fluttering. Legs spread, feet bent, toes curled. I ate the apple and studied his sleek coltish young body. This was going to be very, very good. This boy whose name I did not know whose language I did not speak, this healthy, normal, athletic, teenage boy was about to get fucked in the ass.
He was about to have a hard dick shoved up between his young ass gloves, into his tight virginal rectum an act from which he would never recover, an emotional and mental wound that would never heal. He was about to be fucked like a girl like a twat. He was about to be used like a cunt. He knew it. I could see in his eyes that he knew it and there wasn’t a fucking thing he could do about it. Clack! Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
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