Sexual Shenanigans of Influencers: Matthew Tye on the Guangzhou–Shenzhen Train by Doc Forbin
True Story, Blowjob, Boy, Coercion, Fan fiction, First Time, Gay, Oral Sex, Rape, Virginity
The author do condone sexual relationships of any nature with boys or abuse of any kind.
Twitter: DocForbin
Some readers wonder at my fascination with Asian teenage boys. Why not stick to cute wholesome all-American teen meat, they ask. Well, the answers are many, but not in the least is the fact that the Chinese have this inherent submissive quality that makes them easy to control. They have a group mentality and devotion, are terrified of being humiliated and embarrassed and are taught from little on to please anyone with authority and to follow instructions.
Witness my recent experience with the boy on the train. I actually cheated a bit and switched compartment when I saw the sensitive looking lean black-haired Chinese teenager sitting there, his face buried in a book, his knapsack next to him. looking oh so edible in his white school shirt, black necktie, and grey shorts. His golden legs were muscular from playing soccer, and he exuded fresh young innocence.
So I joined him and sat across from him. He barely looked up when I entered, but he did flash me a greeting smile and bob his head in proper Chinese fashion. Then he buried his face again in his Gameboy. Some game with beautiful teen boys blowing each other to bits with all kinds of gruesome weapons.
My hopes which were quickly turning into plans were almost dashed when a long-haired lanky Nordic type traveler in his early twenties also piled into our compartment and unloaded a backpack the size of a small schoolhouse. I quickly asked the young man to join me in the hall for a moment where I informed him that I was the boy’s English tutor and he was facing a really tough exam and if I paid for the Nordic god’s journey out of my own pocket, would he consider finding other accommodations. It was settled very quickly and he moved out of sight and out of my life.
NOW, as the train pulled out of the station, I had this delicious teenage boy all to myself. I sat across from him, watching him for about twenty minutes. Three or four times he felt my eyes on him and looked up and then quickly down again. I wanted to make him nervous. I kept a slight smile on my face. He took out a bottle of water and sucked on it giving me a chance to see his nice full lips in action.
After a bit, I extended my right leg and rubbed it against his naked calf. I was in effect testing his submissiveness. His face became flushed, his black lashed eyes flashed, and he chewed his lower lip wondering I know whether it had been just an accident. I studied the way his strong young thighs disappeared into his grey shorts and the slight lump at the kid’s teen crotch. I moved my leg up and down against his again. Now he knew for sure it was intentional. He moved his leg to one side, away from me.
I adjusted myself and put my leg back against his. Now he had had it. He closed his book, and not looking me in the eyes, he rose and grabbed for his knapsack. It was then that I tested him. I too rose and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. I pushed him back down onto his seat. He sat there in shock looking up at me. His eyelids fluttered and his nostrils widened. He was like a young colt. Fourteen, fifteen at the most. But Asians are small. His hair was cut in that long choppy style so popular with Asian pop stars and those who adore them. He looked at me saying nothing, chewing his lower lip.
I smiled at him and sat down again across from him. Then I proceeded to rub my leg against his calf again. He said something in a throaty teen voice very quietly in Chinese. I don’t speak Chinese and he knew that at once. He shook his head back and forth, trying to tell me in a gesture that he wasn’t interested in anything gay. I almost burst out laughing.
His mouth dropped and his eyes looked worried. He grabbed his bag and rose again this time I slammed him down a bit more roughly and looked him in the face staring him down until he looked at the floor. He now looked like he wanted to cry. Which was great. So fresh in his neat little uniform so fuckable.
He brought his legs together and tried to move them away from me. I leaned forward in my seat and put my large hands on his naked knees. I pushed spreading his legs apart. He looked up at me in horror one slender smooth young teen hand came down to my wrist to stop me, and I slapped the hand away. I spread the boy’s legs wide apart so his teen crotch was clearly on display.
I slapped his legs approvingly to show he should keep his legs spread like that wide apart, wider than is comfortable or natural and then I sat back and picked up a newspaper and began to read. He sat there, stupid, scared, stiff his legs wide apart. Each time he tried to close his legs even a little, I would slap his naked thighs hard until a red handprint appeared on his bare leg then I would push his young legs wider.
Loving the look of his teen dick lump in the little gray school shorts. He didn’t know what to do; it was so comic. Finally, after a third time, he just sat there, legs spread, and picked up his book and pretended to read again although I knew his clever little mind was racing. After a bit, I casually extended a leg again and placed my foot up between his legs onto his seat cushion.
He looked at me in horror and his mouth made funny little Chinese sounds. I smiled and said to him, “I don’t speak Chink.” in very bad Chinese. He shook his head and said in English, “No… I… no want… no… prease!” But I was reading my paper again, my foot lodged between his widespread legs.
We sat that way for fifteen minutes as I finished the paper, and were interrupted in our standoff by a rap at the door. The conductor arrived to collect the tickets. I saw a flash of hope flicker on the boy’s face. I leaned in and placed a hand on his bare leg putting my foot back on the floor. From my pocket I withdrew a knife, I set it on the seat next to me so the boy could look at it. I saw his adam’s apple bob up and down, it was so cute. He gave his ticket to the conductor. Staring all the while at the floor his young hand shook with fear, but the conductor never even noticed.
I smiled and handed over my ticket, and when the conductor left. I quickly locked the compartment door from the inside and closed the blinds. I could hear the boy’s heavy breathing over the clack of the train wheels. I could almost smell his fear. I turned to see him looking at the knife on the seat across from him. I almost wanted him to go for it but he was too submissive to frightened.
I sat down across from him again and noticed that his legs had somewhat closed so I gently but forcefully reached out and spread them once again. This time he whimpered. Then I reached down and casually unlaced the boy’s shoes. This seemed to hurt him physically as he made a grunting sound perhaps guessing what was coming. I pulled off the kid’s shoes and peeled down his long school socks.