Mr. Fundoshi was watching a show. Not a television show. A real live show. A kind of theatre. It was a show all about a teenage boy being tortured. Timor ahd written and directed the show. It wasn't an easy thing to do because each show had to be at least as good as the previous one, and Mr. Fundoshi's jaded tastes were becoming more and more perverted. In this show a sixteen year old boy was naked and confined in a kind of middle ages stocks. Actually the stocks were use in eighteenth century England as a punishment for homosexuality. It was worse than being hanged in some ways. Hanging, which was also an English punishment for belong queer, was at least quick. The horror of the stocks lasted all day. Thousands of decent Christian citizens would gather to see the faggot. They would sell animal shit and stones and vegetables to hurl at the criminal's face. The queer would have his nose broken, his jaw smashed, his eyes put out within the first hour. While the rest of Europe and Asia were learning to accept homosexuality, England was staunch in its moralistic beliefs. This happened six to eight times a year right through to the middle of the 1800's.

The Asian boy in the stocks for Mr. Fundoshi's show was much luckier. He only had fucksnot hurled at his face, as boy after boy from the Facility was ordered to jerk off in his face and mouth. At the same time, some of the guards, those with exceptionally large dicks fucked the sixteen year old boy in the ass. In between ass fucks, they beat his ass with felts, until the smooth cheeks were crisscrossed with ugly red welts. Mr. Fundoshi kept yelling for the staff to fuck and beat the boy harder. The teenager's lithe young body twisted and turned, trying to escape the burning stings of the belts, but he could not escape the stocks. Yet another load of boy cum splashed in his mouth. He tried to lap it all up and swallow it to please Mr. Fundoshi. The boy's name was Goro. He had been a star athlete in his school and a really happy boy, until his parents were killed in an auto accident and he found himself penniless and homeless at fifteen. He was in no way gay. In fact he had fond memories of his one experience fucking a girl. One time only. It wasn't a very good fuck, he was totally innocent as was she. They were both drunk at a party, and it just kind of happened. But afterward, he thought about it as the best night in his life. Now he was a pussy...a cunt...getting ass fucked every day, drinking cum and piss. And other worse things! His slender waist twisted and his tummy fluttered as the belts hit his ass again. Ten men had cum up his ass, and now with the latest whack of the belt, he lost control. Cum shot out of his asshole with a loud farting noise. Mr. Fundoshi roared with laughter. Cock slop dripped from the boy's balls and ran down his legs. He felt so humiliated and degraded, he wanted to die. The fourteen year old currently jerking off in his face wanted to impress Mr. Fundoshi, so he yanked Goro's hair to lift his head and shot his load of fuckslop right up the boy's nose. Goro snorted and coughed. He couldn't breath. Cum ran down from his nose into his mouth and throat.

"That boy shows promise..." Mr. Fundoshi said pointing at the fourteen year old. "Give him an ice cream sundae for a reward. Make sure it is covered in dog cum for topping. " The fourteen year old's mouth dropped open. Then a look of horror covered his face. That's what you get for trying to second guess Mr. Fundoshi.

Next to Mr. Fundoshi stood a naked thirteen year old, very new to the compound. He had never been naked in front of men before. He was ashamed. Mr. Fundoshi had ordered the boy to masturbate his young teenage dick without cumming. The boy had been masturbating for forty-five minutes straight. He didn't think he could hold out much longer.

"Herder, masturbate harder," Mr. Fundoshi hollered at the boy ever now and then, and Timor would slap the kids sweet smooth thirteen year old ass to get him going. The boy had an exceptionally large mature dick for thirteen. It was one of the reason he had been abducted. The boy was crying because he knew if he came, something terrible would happen to him. His hairless scrotum jiggled and danced as he beat his meat. Hid fucker juiced. His foreskin sloshed. He didn't know yet that most of the boys at the Facility were kept in constant arousal and never allowed to cum, except for special occasions like this face spraying bukkake show. And of course there were some boys, special boys, who were not allowed to shoot even on this night. They were kept in a state of painful blue balls, forced to pump their penises all day and evening without emptying their balls. A few of these boys had not shot in over a year. They were almost mad with sexual lust and need. Their teenage dicks were tickled with feathers, stroked with silk, rubbed with lotion, masturbated all day every day, with ony five or ten minute breaks between sessions every four or five hours. Their nipples and assholes were also stimulated. They were strapped to tables so they could not rub themselves off. They dared not cum. Mr. Fundoshi warned them that if they came without permission, they risked being castrated. The boys screamed, sobbed, drooled, threw their heads from side to side, begged, pleaded, prayed, and literally went mad from the anguish. Their young smooth torsos strained at the bindings and they threw their bodies as best they could, but nothing helped. To make matters worse, they were fed Viagra. Week after week, month after month of endless sexual torment. Their teenage dicks leaked like dog pizzles. They were almost Mr. Fundoshi's favorites.

"Splat!" another load of boy cum hit Goro in the face. "Thunk" another seven inch dick filled his ass. "Whap, whap, whap," The thirteen year old flogged his young dick. Mr. Fundoshi reached over and slapped the boy in his fleshy hairless testicles.

"You can masturbate harder than that. Work that dick. But don't you dare cum!" Cock slop oozed out from beneath the young boy's foreskin. Boys of thirteen have really juicy pricks. The boy in his anguish inadvertently called for his mother , and got Mr. Fundoshi's fat belly rolling with laughter. Mr. Felt the tongue of the fifteen year old under him lapping at his fat low hanging nuts. Who in their right mind would believe this was this much nasty perverted fucking going on in the world? And yet it goes on every night, all over the globe.

In Asakusa, Oi, the sixteen year old female prostitute waited outside Takashi's apartment for him to return. He was over an hour late, but she dare not leave. He had threatened her. The gravity and perversity of the assignment on which he was about to embark, made him feel the need all the more to prove he was a man. A real man. Now she saw him sauntering down the street, his hips swinging slightly. He was a very handsome young man, and he look like a boy, like someone her own age.

"How you doing Cunt! He smiled, slapping her ass. She was dressed as he had ordered her to...he said she would never be a successful whore unless she learned how to dress like one. He had told her to wear a very sheer see through blouse with no bra. He wanted to see the red of her nipples through the material. She was so humiliated, she could hardly walk down the street. Everyone stared at her, the men at her tits and the nipples showing through the blouse. But that wasn't the worst.

Takashi patted her soft young cheek. "Show me!" he said to her. She stifled a sob and raised her short skirt. Under it, show wore no panties. Her shaved pussy was open to the air.

"Cute. I see you shaved as I told you to do. Good. Come on." He started to walk down the street.

"Aren't we going in your apartment? She was suddenly terrified.

"We're going to play a little game." He led the terrified girl to the subway station. Just before they boarded the train, he gave her a tiny ear piece." I can talk to you through this from the other side of the train car. Just do as I say."

"But Sir, I don't' want to. I'm scared..."

"You don't have any choice, fucking Bitch. Do as I say!" The train pulled up and people poured off and on.

For some reason the car in front of them didn't suit Takashi, so he chose another one. Finally he found what he was looking for. "Go sit on that long seat facing the seat on which those three teenage boys are sitting."

"Please!" was all she could manage. He frowned and she took her seat. The three boys, who were about fifteen, whistled and laughed and made jokes about her. They were obviously turned on by her as young boys are by almost every bitch they see. The doors slid closed and the train smoothly pulled out. It was relatively quiet. There were a dozen people in the train, all minding their own business, except for the three boys who were nudging each other and peering at Oi.

"Now be a good girl, Oi. Open three buttons on your blouse." Takashi said from the other end of the car. She turned to look at him, and he made a threatening face. Her trembling fingers went to her blouse and she opened the top three buttons. The teenage boys could not believe their luck. They saw the swell of her young tits. They could see her nipple flesh through the thin material. They got three painful teenage hardons.

"Good girl Oi. Now, reach up wit your hands and pinch your nipples through the material and get them nice and hard for the boys. Do a good job, I don't want to have to arrest you."

A single tear rolled down Oi's face as she reached up and began to pinch her nipples. The boys almost went out of their mind with teenage lust. One by one, they began to rub their dicks through their pants. Her nipples were now rock hard and pushing out as if to burst the thin white material. She couldn't stand the feel of the material scratching against her hard nipples. It aroused her. Her breathing became a bit ragged.

"Fucking whore..." one of the boys said to her. She was too humiliated to answer back. But she was. She was a fucking whore. She was worthless.

"Now Oi. I want you to slowly open up your blouse completely and show those nice your men your tits. Show them your udders." Takashi could see her posture slump with defeat. He could see her tremble. Then she reached up and opened her blouse and spread it, so the boys could see her sixteen year old tits. She felt so fucking low, so useless. She was nothing but scum.

The boys leaned forward to look at her jugs, their erections painful now in their hardness. Spots of dick leak were forming on the crotches of their jeans.

The train pulled into a station, and the boys hastily crosse their legs and covered their bulging dicks with their hands so no one would see. Oi started to close her blouse.

"Leave it. Leave it just as it is, Bitch!" Takashi said. 'Hands down at your side, and do not move!" he threatened. She sobbed, and her naked tits heaved. Five people entered the train and an old Japanese fellow with a felt hat and a cane sat near the boys. He had a clear sight of Oi's tits. He was immediately very interested.

"Fucking slut..." he hollered, but the other passengers ignored him. Japanese are by nature very polite and when some senile old person shouts something on a train, they pay no attention. The train pulled out.

"Good girl, Oi. I like you more all the time. Now, I want you to slowly pull up the hem of your skirt and show the boys your cunt!" She shook her head "no" wildly. "Don't make me angry, Oi, I could make life very difficult for you. Show the boys that fine newly shaved pussy. You are a whore, Oi, I'm just helping you do your job. Now lift that fucking skirt."

Oi lifted her skirt hem and showed the teenage boys her bald cunt. They could not believe what they were seeing...the naked pussy of a teenage girl. Once again, they were rubbing their iron hard teen dicks through their pants. One boy just kept saying, "Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck..." over and over.

"Higher, lift it higher. Roll it all the way up to your waist. Keep your tits out . How does it feel to be completely worthless? How does it feel to be sex trash?" Takashi could see how labored the girl's breathing had become. Her fine young tits were heaving, the nipples rising and falling. A businessman in his thirties had noticed the action, and he now moved closer for a better look. The old man had unzipped and was working his hand furiously inside his pants.

"Now, Oi, don't disappoint me. I want you to spread your legs nice and wide!" Why not? She had no dignity, no self-esteem left. She was trash. She was waste. She was an ass fucked prostitute. She spread her legs as wide as she could so the three boys could see the pink inside of her teenage cunt. For some reason, her nipples felt as if they were going to explode. Her pussy and asshole itched. One of the boys grunted and shot off in his pants. The other two boys were too busy rubbing their dicks to even laugh at their friend. Their fifteen year old tongues were hanging from their mouths as they stared at the pink cunt.

"Okay Oi. I'm proud of you. You've got a lot of fans. Look at the hard dick pushing out the suit trousers of that business an watching you. And look at the old man frigging his prick. Now, reach down and with your fingers spread your cunt lips nice and wide."

It took her a few seconds to respond. Takashi had to threaten her again, but she eventually reached down and spread her juicy cunt for the boys. The teenagers were rocking on the seat opposite, and the boy who had cum was rubbing himself again, his pants soaking wet.

"You can spread it wider than that. Tug on those cunt lips!" Another young man, who looked like a student, had moved closer to watch. He held a book in front of his bulging crotch. Some other prudish people had noticed, but out of shame pretended they did not.

"We're almost at our stop, Oi. Almost finished. Now take one finger and stick it up your asshole. Show the boys what a dirty piece of useless shit you really are."

Oi was sobbing now, tears dripping from her chin. It made it all the hotter. She shoved a finger up her rectum. The boys gasped and another one of them shot off.

:Oh, you can get two fingers up there, Oi, come on!" Takashi snapped. No one except Oi heard him. She pulled her finger from her ass and immediately shoved two in. She felt somehow better when she was obeying Takashi. It stopped her from having to think for herself. She sat there tits bare, legs spread, fingers up her asshole.

"Now reach down and play with your clit until you cum!" Her grunts and moans filled the car. What were teenage Japanese girls coming to? "Ohhh...Ohhhh...." She groaned, pinching her clit and shoving the fingers deeper into her asshole.

Takashi was quite pleased with her. But if she were really as good as he wanted her to be, the three teen boys would have their young dicks out in the open and be flogging them...no matter who saw. The train eased into another stop.

"Let's go!" he barked and left the car. She pilled her fingers out, yanked her skirt down, jumped up and holding her blouse closed ran after him...pussy juice running down her thighs.

She followed him into a long dark alley. He threw her against the brick wall of an old building and ripped off her blouse.

"Do you want my dick? DO YOU WANT MY BIG FUCKING DICK?" He shouted.

"Oh, yes, please. Give me your dick! Fuck me! I need to be fucked so bad!" This from a sixteen year old.

He unzipped and took out his big thick dick. "Get on your knees. " She did. He walked over to a garbage dumpster, his fuckmeat bobbing and leaking. He reached in and scooped out some old food, foul rancid sushi. He spread the raw fish waste on his dick, coating it with rotten slime. The entire ally reeked of fish. Then he walked back to her.

"SUCK MY DICK, BITCH!" She did.

Up in the penthouse, Pete and Brian sat naked on the bed. They were worn out, but too scared to sleep. They tried to cover their little dicks with their hands.

"Remember what Dad says...not to be ashamed of our bodies."

"Yeah, he walks around naked and we can see his dick and balls, so we shouldn't be scared to be naked."

"But I don't like it when those Japanese men look at us. I don't care if Dad sees me, like when he comes in to take a pee while I am in the bath tub. That's normal stuff, but what these guys are doing seems nasty to me." Pete thought he might start crying again.

"Dad will come and take us home tomorrow. Let's be brave. I'll turn on the tv. Brian clicked the remote and the giant wall sized television came to life. What they saw, shocked then to their very core. They were so shocked, they could not even move. Too shocked to turn their cute young pre-teen heads away. Too shocked to turn the television off. They could only stare in horror.

On the screen a totally naked boy of about sixteen was crawling on all fours like a dog. They could see his prick which was small and shriveled with fear. They could see his balls. He crawled around what seemed to be a basement or a dungeon of some sort. His eyes looked dead, except when they flickered with fear of despair. He was a nice looking boy. He had a thin leather collar around his neck attached to a leash. He had cuffs on his wrists and leather straps on his ankles. But the worst was what was in his mouth. A black rubber ball was strapped in his mouth, the straps running around the back of his head. He crawled in a circle. The camera panned back to reveal Kinto wearing a black prick pouch holding the leash. He also held a riding whip.

Every now and then, he lashed out, striking the boy on the ass with the whip. The boy would jump and twitch a bit. You could see that it really hurt. Then he would crawl with more determination. Even though the clip was silent, you could see that he was trying to hold his young ass up in the air while he crawled. He attempted to arch his back so his ass and head were up. The look on his face was priceless. It was enough to make the two little boys cry. In fact it did make them cry. What kind of place was this? Why were they here? What was going to happen to them?

Now the boy in the clip was kicked hard by Kinto. He rolled over onto his back. Kinto shouted something at the boy, who at once raised his knees up to his chest and spread his legs as far as he could. He was a very nice looking teenager.

Brian and Pete could now see the boy's small fear shriveled penis and his tight round wrinkled ball sack clearly. They could also see the teen's asshole. Pete cried again, not for the boy, but because he remembered the horrible photos he and his brother had been forced to pose for. He reached out and grabbed his brother's hand. Still, neither one of them turned off the tv.

Kinto smiled down at the boy. Kinto actually looked quite docile and friendly all the time, but it was a deception. He gently nudged the boy's legs further apart. Then Kindo adjusted his own bursting fuckmeat in his tiny black posing pouch. He said something to the boy in what looked like a quiet soothing voice. The boy with the ball gag in his mouth nodded, his eyes looking even more hopelessly at his captor. Some drool escaped the ball gag and ran down the teenager's chin. Kinto raised his arm high and brought the riding whip slashing down across the boy's ball sack.

The kid's entire body stiffened. His face twisted in agony. He let out a silent scream, and the two naked boys on the bed hugged each other. Kinto stood and calmly waited until the boy on the floor stopped twitching and rolling around. Then with his bare toes, he gently eased the boy back onto his back once again. He prodded the boy's legs, until the horrified, abused teen once again lifted and spread his legs. He curled his toes. He looked up pleadingly at Kinto. Kinto smile and then snapped the riding whip into the kid's testicle sack once again.

This time it took longer for the boy to recover. Kinto waited patiently, often smiling down at the boy. When the kid was ready, he raised his legs and waited for a third slash of the whip. Brian and Pete could see that the teen's scrotum was swollen and ridged with red welts. Kinto knelt down between the boys legs. He eased the kid's thighs even wider. He gently massaged the boy's ball sack. Once again the boy screamed out in pain, but since there was no sound, it could not be heard by the little boys. Kinto felt each of the teen's bruised nuts. He gently rolled them in the sack.

Then he tugged them just a bit to ease them down into the bottom of the skin bag. He took one of the teen's hands and had him hold his dick out of the way. Then he positioned the scrotum just as he wanted it. Then from the kneeling position, he raised his arm into the air and brought it down with all his strength, sending the leather riding whip down with full force onto the ball sack. The shaking and twisting and heaving of the teenage boy were so terrible to look at that Brian managed to hit the remote and turn the tv off. The two little boys curled up naked, and holding each other and crying they fell asleep.