The term Fat Ass us usually a euphemism, but in the case of Mr. Fundoshi is was a statement of fact, as young 13 year old Miromoto was finding out. Miromoto was under the huge anus. His face was that is. Mr. Fundoshi was firmly seated on the sweet young face of the thirteen year old boy. But Mr. Fundoshi's mind was not on the teen boy tongue thrusting in and out of his rectum. Oh, every now and then he wiggled back and forth more from habit than from anything else. And when he did, Miromoto fucked his little pink tongue deeper and deeper into the asshole, trying desperately to breath. Now and then a tiny crack between ass flesh and face allowed a wisp of air to give the boy life.

Mr. Fundoshi was not thinking about the teen sucking and licking his ass because his thoughts were on the captive before them, and on the boy who defeated the intruder.

"You, he said, pointing a pudgy piggy finger at Bike Boy," You are the messenger from Mr. Black. I don't know why you were on my roof, but it was an invasion of my privacy and my security. Still, without you, we could not have captured this other, more dangerous intruder." He pointed the same fat finger at Takashi, who was lying against one wall, a black and blue mess. Fundoshi's guards had beaten him up pretty badly. His black turttleneck had been torn off and the white shirt he had worn underneath was ripped to pieces. There were large black and blue blotches on his stomach, chest and arms. His lip was bloody and his cheek bruised.

'Let's see the rest of him!" Mr.Fundoshi said eyes sparkling of Takashi, and the guards tore the trousers, shoes, socks and underwear from the captive cadet. He had no need to say that about Bike Boy who was naked as the day he was born. Several guards in the room were eating the boy with their eyes. Whereas Takashi made every attempt to cover his nudity with his hands, Bike Boy stood proudly naked, his dick and balls on full display.

Miromoto's body began to twitch from lack of air, and Mr. Fundoshi lifted himself slightly to allow a bit of air in to the ass eating teen. Fundoshi giggled with glee.

"Two such beautiful young guests. I don't know where to begin." Then he smiled. "Yes I do. Place the Bike Messenger in solitary for the moment. I need to talk to Mr. Black about what his boy is doing on my roof. This one," he pointed at Takashi, "we will interrogate to learn what he is doing here. I suspect he is police." Mr. Fundoshi made a sour face and then let go with a tremendous fart. Poor Minomoto's entire naked thirteen year old body vibrated. His toes curled, His small hands made fists...and his small tight ass bounced on the matt. Timor who was of course at the side of his master, laughed and kicked the thirteen year old boy.

"Inhale the magnificent aroma of your Master's ass!" he shouted. "Thank him for his fart!"

A muffled high reed thin voice muttered, "Thank you Master for your Fart."

Timor knelt down and began to play with the young pebble hard nipples. He twisted them and rubbed them. Then he rubbed the young boy's tummy. Then he reached lower and began to stroke the thirteen year old dick.

"Master," He said, "I think young Minomoto here would make an excellent Shit Boy. How would you like that, Boy?" he asked rolling the boys small nuggets in their velvet soft hairless sack. "how would you like to suck the Master's turds? Shit boys don't usually long...not more than a few months, but what a supreme honor."

Poor young Minomoto has beautiful, perfectly formed feet. His little toes curled even more and the bottom of the arched feet grew pale white as the blood drained out from the pressure. His hairless ivory legs were slender and girlish. They twisted and turned as the boy tried to get enough air.

"Maybe, I'll just suffocate him with my ass!" Mr. Fundoshi said.

"That would be a pity Sir, as his asshole is still unfucked and his tiny puckered rectum is very very tight. I myself planned to take his cherry in a special show I was preparing for your pleasure. And then I had in mind that he might look quite beautiful being fucked by one of our Mastiffs."

Mr. Fundoshi lifted his ass and rolled to one side. "That does sound delightful. Oh, very well, get him out of here." Minomoto's usually beautiful face3 was covered with ass slime. The boy coughed and sputtered.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you for allowing me to eat your ass!" the sorrowful child managed, as Timor dragged the kid away, managing to squeeze and twist the child's small scrotum.

"Now, what to do with our guest here?" Mr. Fundoshi studied Taksshi's ample prick and balls. "Show me his asshole!" The guards grabbed the still groggy policeman and spread his strong young legs wide, revealing his tight pink virginal straight asshole. "Very nice. Very tight, I think. You could make things easier on yourself, young man, if you told us who you were and what you are doing her. The fact that you carry a Glock and police surveillance equipment, tells me something, but I want the details."

Takashi tried to focus on the bare naked fat slob that sat on the mat before him. Everything had gone so wrong for the cadet. No heroics...no stealth. He had been stopped in the first ten minutes. He was a complete failure as a cop. He was a loser. He was as much of a loser as Oi. He tired to clear his vision. He stared at Fundoshi and said nothing.

"I sincerely hope you don't talk too soon. I have something very entertaining in mind. I think we shall administer the Nectar!"

Up in the Penthouse, Richard Dickerson tried to sleep, naked with his two bare sons holding on to him. Everytime he moved, his big flaccid dick rubbed against one of them, and his thoughts turned to the horrible command of Mr. Black. He tired to move away from the boys, some sick perverted image crossing his mind of what he had been asked to do, but the boys were so desperate for their dad, they only clung more tightly. The smelled sweet and clean and comforting, but the thoughts that screamed in Richard's head were ugly and grotesque. Not that he wanted his sons sexually in any way. No, just the opposite. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. There could be no worse thought. It was a kind of living hell. If he did not violate his own sons, Mr. Black would let his men rape the boys. That would certainly destroy them for life. If Ricahrd fucked them, the thought of that word made him gag, if he...abused them, at least he could do it gently and lovingly. And he could explain to them that he had done this awful thing to save and protect them.

Brian in his sleep, crawled slightly on top of his dad and closed his little legs around Richard's big penis. Richard tried to pull away, but the boy whimpered din his sleep and closed his legs even tighter. His penis was trapped between the boy's thighs and he could feel the child's little dick and balls on the stem of his fuckmeat. When does a sin become a sin? Is it a sin if there is no sin intended? Does the Sin lie in the intention or in the act? There was no evil intention here. Only love. And yet, for some perverse reason known only to God and Satan, Richard felt his dick getting thicker and longer. He started to cry. What would he do? Could he allow his boys to be fucked by thugs simply to preserve his own purity?

Little Brian began to move in his sleep, his thighs rubbing his father's swollen penis.

"No, Brian, No..." Richard whispered and tried to shift the boy off of him, but the child clung whispering "Dad...Dad..." over and over. In an attempt to dislodge the child, Richard turned onto his side. But then he felt Pete press up against him from the rear. Pete pressed his body to his father's...his tiny little boy dick resting right in Richard's ass crack. Richard moaned. Was this some test from God? Were his ethics being put on trial? Was God or the Devil playing games with him? This was how American Agent Richard Dickerson spent the night.

"Where is Bike Boy?" Mr. Black Asked Kinto.

"I don't know, Sir? He was here a few hours ago." Kinto was naked and ass fucking a new young slave as Mr. Black watched. The victim was a school boy that had taken Mr. Black's fancy. Mr. Black often cruised school playgrounds for teen boys.

"it's not like Bike Boy. After you finish your fuck, try to contact him. How is our new young friend?"

"A nice tight ass, Sir. Extremely soft and warm...like velvet."

The kid was sobbing and mewling by turn. He had already gone through calling for his mother and father and praying to his God. Nothing stopped the ramming of his young ass.

"What's your name, Boy?" Mr. Black asked in a kind, gentle voice.

"Sunnoke..." the boy whimpered. "Please, Sir, I want to go home."

'How old are you, Sunnoke?" Mr. Black moved closer and held the boy's tear streaked face while Kinto continued to ass fuck.

"Fourteen, Sir, Please, it hurts so much!"

Mr. Black stroked the boy's forehead. " I know. It only hurts that badly the first ten or fifteen times. After that, you get used to it." Mr. Black leaned down and kissed the boy on the mouth. Sunnoke's lips were full and soft and tasted slightly of cherry. They would feel wonderful around Mr. Black's cock.

"I saw you on the soccer field. You play very well." Mr. Black said, cradling the boy's head, as Kinto fucked even harder, his large scrotum slapping the boy's ass mounds.

"Thank you, Sir. I want to go home..." the cute boy moaned.

"You'll be staying with me for a while. Then we'll talk about you going home, okay?" The boy gave a little sob and chewed his lower lip.

"Tell me, Sunnoke, have you ever fucked a girl?" Mr. Black whispered in the boy's ear, like they were sharing a secret.

The boy shook his head. "No...Sir. It hurts to bad!"

"I didn't thin kyou ever fucked a gir. I am so happy that you are pure. Some boys your age nowadays are fucking girls like crazy. I find that distasteful. Have you every had sex or jerked off with any of your boyfriends?"

The boy just grunted from the fucking he was getting. Mr. Black reached out and grabbed one fourteen year old nipple and pulled and twisted roughly.

"Answer my question please, Sunnoke."

"Aahhhhhhhh! One friend and I sometimes jerk off together."

Mr. Black smiled. "Well, that's naughty of you. We'll have to cure you of that. How often do your masturbate?" Mr. Black toyed with the teenage tit to remind the boy that he had beter answer."

"Please, Sir, Two or three times a day. I do it two or three times a day."

"My my, you are a horny little fucker, aren't you? Sweet little thing. You only jerk off with that one friend. No other sex?"

"I only did it with him a few times. He wants to do it more than I do. I get shy." A series of really hard fuck thrusts from Kinto stopped further conversation for a bit.

"Don't worry Sunnoke , the first thing we will do here, is help you conquer your shyness." Mr. Black reached down and fondled the boy's small fourteen year old dick and sack. Mr. Black's red Kimono opened, showing his thick rampant prick.

"As soon as Kinto has finished fucking you, I will fuck you, using his sperm as my lubricant. Kinto is going to come up here by your face, and I want you to be a good boy and clean off his dirty dick with your mouth."

In spite of the pain, the boy's eyes grew wide. "I can't do that!" he wailed.

"Of course you can. That is just the first of many, many dirty things you will be required to do while you stay with us. You will be exposed to perversions that most boy's your age cannot imagine, even in their filthy teenage sex filled minds. And you will do everything we ask of you, because you will come to realize that to refuse us anything is to your detriment. Kinto's dick will have some shit on it, because you have not learned to be a clean boy. We will teach you. But for now, you will have to lick and suck the dick clean and taste your own shit. It will help you to keep clean in the future. You cannot expect Kinto to walk around with a dirty dick, just because you are a filthy boy, can you?

It will get better in the future because you will be squeaky clean inside and out. And who knows, perhaps you did wash well after your last shit and you are not so dirty after all.

In that case Kinto's sperm will mix with your ass juice, and it won't taste so bad. While you're cleaning his dick with your mouth, I am going to ass fuck you. I fuck rather hard. I warn you, so that you don't bite Kinto's dick No matter how much it hurts in your ass, you must learn to be gentle with your mouth. Never fear, you will learn all these things while you are here." Mr. Black knelt up above the terrified, pain filled fourteen year old, his huge dick dripping onto the boy's soft young face. The boy made a disgusted expression. Mr. Black, who was used to teenage moods and not offended by them, laughed and then reached down and spread the pre-fuck drip over the boy's full young lips.

"Like certain vegetables, it's an acquired taste." He coated the lips with fuck slop. The boy was so fucking pretty! Kinto groaned and fucked still harder. The boy gasped in agony as he was brutally ass raped. His pure young fourteen year old ass was stretched and ruptured by male cock. Kinto yelled like an animal and spurted his fuck load up into the kids guts.

"Holy Buddha, this boy is a good fuck!" Two, three, four spurts of fuck up into the warm bowels. The tight young ass lining gripped the dick and milked it. And some people wonder why boys of thirteen and fourteen are the best fucks in the world. No cunt could give a fuck like that. And no adult sex mate. Spit ran from Sunnoke's mouth and blended with the pre-cum glistening on his lips. The teen made a sound of fluttering bird wings, His long lashes batted and his eyes rolled up in his head. A long thin wail came from someplace deep inside of him. He knew that he was changed forever. He was a fucked boy now. He was a cunt boy. Mr. Black ran his hands up and down Sunnoke's sweaty torso. The skin was like silk. Mr. Black dove down and took the teen's penis in his mouth and began to suck on it. Kinto's fucker was still up the boy's ass.

"Oh please, I want to die!" the boy moaned. Mr. Black lifted his head from the teenage goin.

"In the classic literature of all countries, the word "to die" also means to have an orgasm. Did you know that? In Shakespeare's "Romero and Juliet," the lovers speak about dying frequently, and to the Elizabethan audience it had both meanings. They were also speaking about cumming! Isn't that erotic? I don't' want you to think about death and despair. I want you to think about the teenage erotic joys of getting ass fucked over and over and over again. That is the beautiful death within life. You will learn to enjoy getting fucked so much, that you will have an orgasm without touching your dick. You will cum simply from the pleasure in your boy pussy. It will take time and much patience, but we will get there. I promise."