He exhaled with a whistle and I saw spit form at the corners of his mouth he was really pissing scared. I now had him barefoot in the compartment. He had beautiful high arched wide feet. Perfect toes clean and strong and young. I sat back, and placed my foot on the seat again, between his legs, this time I made sure my foot (I had removed my shoes, Chinese style) rested against the lump of young teen boy dick.
He couldn’t pull back any further in the seat, he had to keep his naked legs spread, so he sat there in fear whimpering his eyes begging me to please leave him alone. Now with my toes, I nudged and worked his fuck lump and saw tears form in his eyes.
We sat like that for about ten minutes the time was torture to the boy. I’m sure it crawled for him but it was all too short a time for me. What fun I was having. Suddenly I stood up and moved in toward the boy like a wounded animal he jumped back and lifted his legs and scuttled into the corner of his seat.
I reached down and grabbed him and sat him upright again. He was trembling badly now, and I thought for one brief second he might piss his pants. I set him back in his proper sitting position and spread his young legs wide again this time running the knife blade along the smooth flesh to remind him not to alter his position. Then I gently reached down and loosened his necktie and removed it. The sounds escaping from his tender mouth were wonderful whistles and squeaks and whines and moans. Once in a while a Chinese word or a plaintive attempt to beg me to stop in terrible English.
I set his necktie aside and then button by button undid his shirt. When his young hands reached up to stop me I slapped them roughly away and for the first time stuck a warning finger in his face. This really nailed him to the seat.
Tears were running down his beautiful young cheeks now. I opened up his shirt to reveal a most beautiful smooth slender but well-formed teenage chest and stomach. His tummy was tight his pecs just starting to show muscle development, and he had the most stunning cone-shaped pink boy nipples I had seen in some time. I sat down to study my prize forcing him to sit that way legs spread, shirt open; chest and fluttering tummy on display he didn’t know where to look so he studied the floor some more.
After a further ten minutes of agony for the boy; I stood up and quickly slid the shirt from his lithe body leaving his upper torso naked. I loved the small sprays of black pit hair just forming under his arms. His nipples grew hard and the titty buds stood out. I folded his shirt and placed it on the seat next to me near his socks and shoes. Then I motioned for him to stand up.
When he didn’t move, I reached out and grabbed a hand full of his hair, and pulled him to his feet. He stood there before me, his strong young soccer player legs, weak and watery. His body swaying with the movement of the train the clack-clack of the wheels, almost hypnotizing.
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.