It was morning in Tokyo. Up in the penthouse Bike Boy was sleeping between Mr. Black's legs, holding the man's thick flaccid dick in his mouth. He loved to sleep this way, his mouth full of the cock of a man he worshipped. Even in his sleep, he gently nursed the dick, pre-fuck oozing out of the foreskin every now and then. Bike Boy was arrogant, rough, tough, snotty and street wise. But he had no illusions. He knew he belonged to Mr. Black, body and soul. He was Mr. Black's boy!

Several times during the night the dick had become hard in his mouth, extending itself down the kid's throat, filling it until Bike Boy could barely breath. Her never felt so much like he belonged. Like he had a home. Mr. Black had saved Bike Boy's life. Bike Boy had been molested by his step-father. He had been ass raped and turned into a slave. He had been beaten and hospitalized, and all before he was fourteen. Mr. Black found him at the hospital when the kid was there with a broken jaw. He promised Bike Boy he would fix it so the step-father would never hurt anyone again. From that day on, Bike Boy belonged to Mr. Black The step-father disappeared, but Bike Boy was given a dvd disc showing what happened to him.

Mr. Black was gentle with the boy for months. He didn't use the boy's mouth until the jaw was fully healed and the kid could suck with ease and comfort. Meantime, he gently opened up the kid's asshole with his fingers while he masturbated the teen. Bike Boy got to the point that he associated masturbation with having his asshole opened. Bike Boy had an amazing ass. It was perfectly rounded and really stuck out. The crack was deep, and even though he had been ass fucked by his step-father, the rosebud was nice and tight.

Bike Boy never fucked girls. He had never even had the chance to think about girls. He was an ass and mouth boy! And he was content to be that for Mr. Black. However, he did have a rather dangerous, adventurous nature, and now at sixteen, he liked to experiment with all kinds of dirty sexual fetishes. He had something on his mind this morning. He slipped Mr. Black's thick flaccid dick out of his mouth and crawled up next to the naked, still sleeping man. He licked gently at one of Mr. Black's hairy armpits. It smelled and tasted of night sweat. Bike Boy lovingly sucked on some of the armpit hair, relishing the manly taste of his Master. Then he leaned over and kissed Mr. Black on the lips. Mr. Black awoke, with a flutter of his black eyelashes.

"Good Morning!" he said with a slight smile. Bike Boy kissed him again, first on the face, then on the neck. Bike Boy reached down and fingered Mr. Black's thick dick. A tiny dribble of pre-fuck oozed out from the thick foreskin. Bike Boy gathered it on his finger and showing it to Mr. Black, he put it in his mouth and sucked it. Some of the sticky pre-fuck coated the boy's lips. He kissed Mr. Black once more, and Mr. Black tasted his own cock slime.

"Did you sleep well, Sir?" Bike Boy asked. His own fat teenage dick was hard with a morning piss erection.

"Very well, thank you. The sleep of the virtuous!" Both Mr. Black and Bike Boy laugbed, and then the teen flung one leg over the older man's naked body and heaved himself up so he was seated on Mr. Black's groin. He wiggle a bit to get Mr. Black's fat still flaccid fuckhose right between the cheeks of his teenage ass. He placed his sixteen year old hands on Mr. Black's chest and began to play with the man's nipples.

:Mr. Black...I want to fuck one of those American boys!" He looked down into the man's dark eyes. Bike Boy was the only person in the world allowed to take such liberties with Mr. Black.

"What, one of Agent Dickerson's sons?"

Bike Boy squeezed the sausage like dick between his ass cheeks and kissed Mr. Black's chest. "Yes. I've never fucked an American boy. Can I please?"

Mr. Black smiled. "Which one do you want to fuck, you horny little pig, you?"

Bike Boy grinned, and rubbed the dick even harder with his ass crack. He felt the cock growing stiff. "I mix up their names, but I want to fuck the younger one...the ten year old. I think his ass is smaller and will be tighter. I'll be able to get my dick way up into his belly!" Bike Boy's hard fucker squirted a bit of pre-fuck and it shot onto Mr. Black's neck. The teen leaned down and licked it off.

"But there is a problem. I gave my word that if Richard Dickerson does what we want, we will not harm the boys. You thick fucker would certainly harm the little ten year old.." Mr. Black reached up and began to gently masturbate the boy. The kid was small and thin, but his dick was a real handful.

"Please, Mr. Black! I really need to plow that little shitter. I been thinking about it all night." He could feel how thick and long and hard the cock in his ass crack had become. He raised up and peeling back the foreskin to reveal the plum sized dickhead, he placed the knob at his asshole. He started to work the fuckmeat up inside his rosebud. "Please let me fuck him. You can watch, and I promise to really make him squeal! Why don't you fuck the eleven year old, while I fuck the ten year old? Wouldn't that be fun? " He grunted as the cock knob popped into his assring. He was not lubricated because he knew Mr. Black like it when it hurt the boy.

"But I already told you, you little cunt, that I gave my word. And you know my word is sacred." Mr. Black's face took on a no nonsense look...one even Bike Boy did not fuck with. Still the cute teen pouted as he forced more and more dick up his asshole. He wheezed and grunted as inch after inch of fuckmeat stretched his rectum and moved into his bowels. Mr. Black let the boy do all the work himself, perhaps as a kind of test. Soon Bike Boy was sitting fully on the dick, feeling it stretch his intestines. Little whines escaped his full young lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to bounce on the big dick.

Mr. Black could feel himself deep inside the boy's body. The teenager was a part of him, an extension of him. His huge cock was buried in the boy's gut.

"That's where you belong, impaled on my dick like a fucking Cunt! BOUNCE, CUNT! "

Bike Boy bounced wildly on Mr. Black's cuntbuster. Every time he did this, almost every day, he tried to get the huge dick deeper inside of himself. He didn't care if he was ruptured or damaged. He need to fill himself with his Master's prick!

"You filthy little fucking whore...BOUNCE!" Mr. Black reached up and grabbed the boy's tits and yanked him up and down by the nipples. Bike Boy ground his teeth together, curled his toes and pushed down on the fucking cock. He feared he would pass out from the pain and the violence of the fuck, but he wanted to stay alert, to feel every new jolt of torture-pleasure. Bike Boy felt he was the luckiest boy on earth. To be able to sleep all night with that big thick tasty dick in his mouth, and then to have it fuck his guts in the morning. Snot ran from Bike Boy's nose, and spit dripped from his chin. His eyes rolled in his skull. 'Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! " he pounded down on the dick and balls beneath him. He felt like his asshole was tearing. He felt like his ass lining was being sucked out of him.

"OH FUCK, SIR! OH FUCK, SIR! I LOVE YOU. I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Teenage boys will say the damnest things when they are in the heat of fuck lust. Get a teenage kid all fucking hot, all grunty and out of his mind with the need to unload his fat teen balls, and he will say any fucking thing you want him to. It's something to do with the way boys are built. Just ask any girl. Now Mr. Black's prick pulsed. Now he pushed his body up. Now he too grunted as he shot rope after rope of semen into Bike Boy's rectum, filling the sixteen year old boy's guts with fuck-slop! The first fuck of the day is always special, I am certain you reading this realize that. The first time each day, you plow your big dick into the asshole of your teenage boy is always special. Wherever you are reading this, you may send your boy off to school with your cum still dripping from his fucked asshole. It will give him something to think about during those boring classes. But of course, Bike Boy was not in school. He was a drop out. He had no time for school. He worked for Mr. Black. He was an ass and mouth boy!

"I'll tell you what I will do for you..." Mr. Black said to the teen, as they lay naked and sweaty hugging in bed. "I gave my word that if Richard Dickerson did as we ordered him to do, his sons would not be harmed by us, but if he refuses our wishes, or if he tries to somehow trick us, then I promise you that you may fuck the ass of the ten year old!"

Bike Boy giggled in ecstacy and then lavished a hundred kisses on the face, neck and chest of Mr. Black "And if Richard Dickerson does all we ask, and gives us the leverage we need, and the boys remain untouched, I will still reward you for being such a wonderful boy and such a great fuck. I promise in that case to get you another American boy for you to fuck!"

"Oh Mr. Black, will he be just as pale and soft and fair haired"

"Anything you want. I have rich connections in America. "

"Will he be small and slender and have a perfect ass?"

'I'll give you a whole pile of boys from which to choose!"

"And will he be ten years old or even younger, with a cute little dick and lips like cherries?"

"Enough of this. I need to piss."

Bike Boy's grin got even larger. "Don't trouble yourself, Master. Why not just piss up my ass?"

Meanwhile at The Facility, the boys in what was called the "Special Masturbation Dorm" were just waking up. These were the boys that Mr. Fundoshi kept on the edge of sexual release for months and months at a time. He kept them masturbating all day and evening with only small breaks. It affected their personalities. They were nervous and twitchy. They suffered constantly. Mr. Fundoshi threatened to castrate any boy who came without permission.

Six boys slept in two beds in this dorm. They slept naked on their backs of course so they could not have nocturnal emissions. Monitors and special guards watched their every move. A bell woke them. They had been well trained with whips and clamps and electric shock. As soon as they heard the bell and shook their handsome heads to clear them of sleep, all six boys reached down and began to finger their dicks. They were only allowed one minute to get a full hardon. These boys were sixteen and seventeen years of age mostly. One of the boys was fifteen, and was chosen because he had a particularly large penis. The boys began to masturbate. When they rose from the beds, to walk around the room or to get some exercise, they were required to continue to play with their teenage pricks. It may sound sexy and fun, but believe me it was torment of the worst kind. These boys were in continual agony. Even while chatting with each other and trying to carry on some semblance of normalcy, they had to keep playing with their dicks and balls in front of each other. While they talked, they pumped and stroked their dicks. While they read, they pumped and stroked their dicks. It was their whole lives. Their entire existence. BUT THEY DARE NOT CUM!

When the bell rang, they were allowed a break, usually of five minutes. Sometimes their dicks grew red and raw and sore, and they had to learn how to pump their pricks without chaffing them. The room was filled with porno for them to look at to help them. Or perhaps it was to lure them into a climax, so they could be horrible tortured and perhaps even lose their cocks and balls. They knew the threat was real. Mr. Fundoshi had a room wit large jars filled with teenage dicks and balls. Every boy entering The Facility saw them, and it struck horror in their hearts.

The door to the dorm room opened and an attendant entered. He was a mean young bully, not much older than the boys. Part of his job was to make the six subjects feel less than human.

"All right you fucking faggot pigs, time for your morning medicine!"

The six boys knew the drill. They dropped to their knees and held back their heads and opened their mouths. They continued to masturbate. The attendant laughed and spat into the open mouth of each boy. It was a kind of thick, slimy spit. Then he popped two Viagra tablets into each boy's mouth. The boys swallowed the spit and pills. The Viagra increased their torment unbearably. It made their young dicks itch and sting. It made their dickhead so sensitive that if anything at all even brushed against them, they would surly cum. How could they live in such torment? Then the attendant left. It was still ten minutes until morning shit and piss privileges and breakfast. The boys kept pumping. One boy picked up a newspaper to read, while he pumped his swollen red prick. The boys knew cameras were watching them. Perhaps Mr. Fundoshi himself was looking...studying his boys! Then a double bell rang. That meant they had thirty seconds to get their dicks leaking! If their dicks weren't dripping in thirty seconds it was off to the punishment room! Some of the six boys rubbed their tits to help stimulation. Some of the boys squeezed or rubbed their scrotums. One boy stuck his finger up his ass. These boys had no pride. They had to survive. At the thirty second mark another double bell rang. The boys had to take their hands off their dicks. Then each boy walked up to a camera set in the wall at waist height. He had to display his leaking dick to the camera. This happened about ten times a day. If a boy's dick wasn't dripping pre-fuck, he was hauled out the dorm room screaming. Sometimes the boys were so close to shooting their loads, that they had to pound their nuts or pinch their dicks to stop the impending orgasm. Sometimes they sobbed uncontrollably.

The six boys showed the camera their leaking dickheads. Then they went back to gently masturbating again. Soon they would be able to take a much needed piss and shit. And then, breakfast! Four minutes later the door slammed open and two guards in uniform stormed into the room. The boys froze in fear. Their dicks almost went down, but that would have been a crime! One of the guards, a twenty-six year old thug threw a photo down onto the bed! The photo showed Sunoshi seated on the bed, chatting with some one, a smile on his face...and his nice long, thick teenage hose was flaccid! The boys stared at the photo in horror.

"It was during a rest period!" Sunoshi screamed, tears filling his eyes. "There is some mistake. It was during a rest period! I swear! " The guards never spoke. They dragged the seventeen year old off the bed, his nice full dick swinging over his cum filled scrotum. Sunoshi turned to his room mates. "Please help me. Tell them it was a mistake. Tell them it was during a rest period. I have never gone soft during wank time!" Wank Time was Mr. Fundoshi's cute little fun name for the activity. The strong guards dragged the naked teen toward the door. He screamed out in anguish and broke away. The twenty-six year old guard hauled off and kicked up with his army boot, catching the kid right in the nuts. Sunoshi fell to the floor, gagging and coughing. The guard then back handed the teen across the face. The other boys backed into the far corner of the room. They kept masturbating furiously, afraid their erections would go down. The guard leered at the terrified jerking boys and laughed uproariously. Then he unzipped his uniform pants, took out his thick prick and started to piss on the sobbing Sunoshi. The foul piss splashed onto the boy's beautiful young body.

"Lift your fucking head and drink!" The guard barked. Sundoshi opened mouth and swallowed the piss. He gulped it down. When the guard was finished, he put his booted foot on Sundoshi's chest and pushed him down onto his back. He looked down at the boy and gobbed into his face. 'You know what? You were right. It was during a rest period. I was just having a little fun with you!" Sundoshi, in a state of shock, lay on the floor trembling. The guard kicked him hard in the side. "Just having a little fun. But guess what? Your dick has gone soft now...and that is breaking the rules! You want to lose that pretty dick? GET IT HARD...NOW!" Sundoshi's hand flew to his dick, and he almost yanked it out by the root, so great was his hurry to get an erection. The guard turned to another of the boys. "You! Can't you see your roommate is having trouble getting a hard on? Don't you want to help him keep his dick? Get down there and start sucking!" The second terrified boy, who happened to be the fifteen year old, threw himself onto the floor, knocked Sunoshi's hand away and shoved the teen's semi-hard dick into his mouth. He sucked frantically, ignoring the piss that coated the poor teen's body and prick and balls. The room was filled with the sound of the fifteen year old sucking dick.

Suddenly Sunoshi got a look of sheer terror on his cute young face. "NO! No! STOP...I AM GOING TO CUM. STOP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He ripped the boy's face away from his throbbing, pulsing, leaking dick. The Viagra had done it's job. The fifteen year old looked on in horror as Sunoshi twisted on the floor trying to hold back his orgasm. He slapped his nuts as hard as he could. He pounded his fist into his testicles. And today was his lucky day. The need to shoot abated. He lay on the floor a sobbing hysterical mess. The guards busted their guts with laughter. All six boys in the room were crying. All six, including Sonushi, kept frigging their dicks, careful not to get too close to busting their nuts.

"Come on, Piggy Boys, it's time for piss and shit." The guard tilted his head to one side and spit onto the floor.

Kinto quietly opened the door and entered the bedroom in whih Richard Dickerson's two young sons slept. He approached the bed, and his dick got stiff in the black posing pouch he wore, as he looked at the two sweet pre-teen angles curled up bare assed naked in each other's arms. The older boy's dick was stiff. It was just darling. He reached down and gently cupped the ass cheek of the younger boy.

"Boys, time to wake up. It's morning." The two little boys turned and made wake up noises. They rubbed their eyes and looked at the Japanese man in the posing pouch. Pete let out a little groan and hugged Brian closer to himself in a protective way.

"Come on boys, it's time for breakfast."

"Where's our dad?" Pete demanded. Covering his nakedness with his hands.

"Unfortunately, no word from your father yet. We think perhaps his bosses are hacking into his email and keeping the information from him. If he doesn't contact us soon, I'm afraid we shall have to do another photos session."

The eleven year old shook his head. "We won't. You can't make us!" What a sweet tough little soldier he was.

"Of course we can make you. We can make you do anything we want. You saw the clip on the television!" The boys looked at each other and blushed. How did he know that?

"But we want to be friends with you. We don't want anything bad to happen to you. We want your dad to come and take you safely home. I guess we just have to be patient. Now let's have some breakfast."

"I have to pee, real bad!" Pete said, pressing his fist into his naked hairless crotch.

Kinto smiled. "Okay then, let's go! " He turned to the door. The boys crawled out of bed.

"Can't we have some clothes? Even you go that pouch thing." Said Brian, holding his hands over his young dick and balls.

"I'm afraid not. It's not my decision. Mr. Black wants you that way."

Pete twisted his cute young face into a grimace. "Well, it's sick and perverted is what it is. Why do you wear that stupid pouch thing. You can practically see through it."

Kinto had a really sweet boyish smile. " Mr. Black likes me to wear it. I obey and don't ask too many questions. I hope you can be the same. It will make your time here much easier for you. Here's the bathroom. Go ahead and piss."

It was a beautiful bathroom, filled with mirrors and gleaming stainless steel. Brian nodded to Pete. "You go first." Then he looked up at Kinto. "Can't you leave us some privacy to pee?"

Kinto shook his head. "I'm afraid not. And both of you have to piss at the same time." The boys looked at him in stunned silence. This dude was nuts! But both little boys had to go so badly they had no choice. They both stood side by side at the toilet bowl, holding their little peckers.

Kinto raised a hand. "Oh boys, we have a rule here. It's for hygiene. You can't touch your dicks when you piss. Just lean out over the bowl and piss." Pete got tears in his eyes again, he was something of a crybaby under stress. He was a sensitive child. Brian nudged him.

"Just pee!" Brian said, as he put his fists on his bony young hips and leaned in, his dicklet hanging over the bowl edge.

The shock came to the boys mid piss. When the flow had started and could no longer be stopped, Kinto from the medicine cabinet produced a camera and began to snap photos of the pissing boys. Both pre-teens moaned in anguish but kept on pissing. Kinto leaned in and took some close-ups of the piss shooting out of the tiny pissholes. Finally the boys were finished.

"Well, let's go have breakfast! Kinto said. He led the boys into the kitchen of the penthouse. It was vast and gleaming. A huge window showed the skyline of Tokyo. "Here you are! " Kinto said in a charmingly soft musical voice. He pointed at two dog dishes set in the middle of the kitchen floor. The dishes were filled with some kind of dry cereal "This is how Mr. Black wants you to eat. No using your hands. Just dig your cute little faces into the bowls and chow down."

Brian clamped his teeth together and growled. How fitting. "You want us to eat like animals!" He spat at Kinto. "We won't. We'd sooner starve!"

Handsome Kinto shook his head. "I'm afraid you don't have any choice. We need to you to eat to stay healthy. If you ever want to see your dad again, get down on your hands and knees and start eating!"

The ten and eleven year old naked boys looked at each other. They spoke no words, but their need for their dad was evident on their faces. They dropped to their slender knees and began to crawl toward the bowls, their beautiful little asses sticking up. Kinto snapped some more pics. When they reached the bowls, they looked down. It looked like dog food. Dry dog food.

Kinto giggled. "it's good Japanese food. I know it's not like your American burgers, but you need to try Japanese food while you are here too." He walked to the huge silver refrigerator and opened it. "But it is a bit dry, so I have some nice Japanese sauce for it. Special Japanese sauce. I made it myself. Well, I had some male friends of mine help me. He brought a cup over to the boys. He held a spoon in his hand, and he began to spoon the thick off white slime onto the dog food. "This special Japanese sauce is very good for you. We kept it in the fridge so that it would be thicker and tastier."

The boys looked down at the globs of yellow white gunk covering the food nuggets. Pete had to swallow back his puke. It smelled awful. It looked worse. It had the consistency of paste. Kinto spooned more and more of it on. "It takes a great many chefs to make such a special sauce. We did it just for you." More and more thick dollops of slime covered the dog food. The naked boys on their hands and knees began to tremble. For the first time, their resolve seemed to truly crumble.

Brian looked up at Kinto, tears running down his beautiful face, his button nose wrinkled, his eyes pleading, his lower lip quivering. "Do we gotta?" he asked in a high pitched thin little boy voice.

Kinto nodded. "I'm afraid you gotta. And don't stop until you have licked the bowl clean! I'm going to take some pictures."

"What if we get sick and puke!"

"it is very impolite to get sick from the food when you are in another country. You must assimilate yourselves. So if you puke, you will have to lick that up too. Come on now, heads down into the bowls, asses up nice and high, eat!"

While the boys forced t heir cute faces into the bowls and gagged and chewed and gagged and swallowed, Kinto checked the photo stored on his camera. He found sone he had taken the previous evening. Six security guards, five of Mr. Black's bodyguards, Bike Boy, And ten paid street hustlers each masturbated one by one and shot their sperm into a cup that looked very much like the one from which Kinto had spooned the Japanese sauce. Then another photo showed Bike Boy blowing his nose into the cup. More photos showed the security guards spitting into the cup. Then a fun photo of Kinto mixing up the contents with a spoon. Kinto pressed a button and started shooting photos of the two naked brothers eating their breakfast out of dog bowls.

"Boys, look up and smile for your dad!" The bare assed pre-teens lifted their pretty little faces from the bowls of dog food. Their darling ten and eleven year old faces were covered with yellow-white slime!