This is a racially charged work of erotic fiction. It is no way reflects the actual views of the author. This story was commissioned by African-American readers whose fantasy is submissive sex and humiliation and who find this type of scenario erotic. If this kind of work offends you, please refrain from reading it. We must keep the line of distinction between fantasy and reality. This was a rough piece to write and for many it maybe to rough to read.
Ashanti Taylor had never been so terrified in all his eighteen years. He stood surrounded by a gang of white, teenage boys led by something out of an old-time newsreel, a big, beefy man dressed in Ku Klux Klan regalia. It was a sight all right, the flowing white robes whipping with a life of their own in the night wind, the faceless hood with two dark eye holes and the insignia, something Ashanti had only read about or heard stories of from the old folks.
After all, Ashanti was a college freshman on scholarship, not just an African-American sports scholarship either, he was a bright, young talent interested in engineering. He was a boy who had been sheltered from the harsh reality of what it meant to be black. He had grown up in a mostly white suburb and had felt very little prejudice. His mistake, I guess, had been in going to a college in the Deep South. He’d been warned about that but laughed it off. His other mistake had been to date a white girl. Back home this had been nothing. He’d taken a white girl to the high school prom, and nobody thought anything about it, but things were a bit more traditional down here.
The boys with the hooded night creature seemed ordinary enough. Fifteen and sixteen-year-old kids in school tee shirts and jeans, and work boots or athletic shoes. Boys with short choppy modern haircuts, boys with pug noses and some with freckles. Ordinary, roughhousing, teenage boys, laughing and joking with each other, poking each other in the ribs, sipping a couple of beers while they watched Ashanti. Why in God’s name then had Ashanti been dragged from his dorm bed in the middle of the night and dragged out here into the country dressed in only an undershirt and a pair of blue boxer shorts?
The Ku Klux Klan guy removed his hood and robe. He was a thick-set but nice looking man in his mid-thirties, your fellow auto mechanic or hardware store owner, not a monster at all. This had to be someone’s idea of a sick joke. Ashanti was not amused. He had a big test tomorrow. The beefy man whose name was Marty turned to the assembled teenagers.
“All right, shut the fuck up, you wild bunch of Indians you. It’s nigger training time.”
The high school boys let out a whoop. Ashanti was aghast at the disgusting name he had been called. He intended to go directly from this hazing or whatever it was to the police.
“Nigger boy, you’ve crossed over into a very dangerous territory here. One, we don’t cotton to niggers stinking up our college classrooms and dorms. Bad enough we got to allow a certain number in, but we don’t got to put up with uppity northern niggers who think they can compete with decent white boys. If you were studying manure shoveling or toilet cleaning, we might look the other way, at this, the ten white teenage boys laughed, “but you had to go and enroll in engineering school taking some white boy’s scholarship.”
“Look, I don’t know what business it is—”
Marty’s big beefy hand backhanded Ashanti across his handsome face sending the black boy down into the dirt and a whoop of victory up from the assembled kids.
“I’m making it my business, Coalcunt! Second, and worse, how dare you to think that you can shove that big, stinking, black, nigger prick of yours into a nice, white girl’s pussy around here? We lynch jigs for that kind of behavior. However, you’re one lucky nigger. We’re not going to kill you. No, you’re just going to wish you were dead. You see, this is a new day and age and these here teenage boys don’t know the proper way to treat a nigger boy. They ain’t had no real practical experience with darkies. Not in the proper relationship where the nigger is a slave to serve the white man, so I thought we would conduct a little class for them tonight and in the weeks to come. A little class in proper nigger training. You and I are going to work together. We’re gonna make a real fine team.”
Ashanti sat in the dirt in his underwear looking up at the man who was obviously insane, but how could ten normal, teenage boys go along with such a monstrous game?
“First thing, boys, is niggers are not human. It’s a mistake to treat them humanely. They’ll just take advantage. They are generally big, dumb, horse hung, pack animals that stink to high heaven and hate any kind of physical labor. Stand up spear chucker.”
Poor, sensitive, eighteen-year-old Ashanti rose to his broad, strong, naked feet. The night was well lit by a big silver moon, and the fear on his handsome black face was apparent.
“Shuck out of them clothes, nigger, and show the boys your freak of nature.”
“Look, if you think I’m—”
He was backhanded down into the dirt again and once again ordered to stand up and strip. It happened twice more. Marty was very patient. Finally, Ashanti knew he had no choice, so he slid his undershirt up over his muscular chest and off his strong black arms. He stood bare-chested dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts as the teenage boys gawked at him.
“You see, boys, if you strip a nigger, you put him in his rightful position, and the humiliation gets rid of some of that uppity quality I was speaking about. Stand up straight nigger, hands at your sides.”
Marty walked around Ashanti looking him over like a man might size up a horse he was about to buy. The gang of boys moved in closer.
“Now boys take a whiff, that’s nigger musk. You can smell it a mile away. This little pickininny is scared, so scared that he sweating up a good nigger stink. He’s so scared, he’s about to piss his pants. See the sweat dripping from his pits. Look at these here nigger nipples. These big purple nubs.”
Ashanti had a well-defined, hairless chest with two large nipples. Marty now grabbed one of the boy tits.
“These nipples are more rubbery than white tit. They stretch real fine. Look how they puff up and elongate when I pull on ‘em. By the time we get rough with this boy, not only will he know his place in society, but shit, he’ll have nipples like sow tits. These babies will stand out two inches permanently and so swollen and stretched that our boy here won’t be able to ever wear a shirt without being in pain.”
Marty held Ashanti’s face in one large hand. He brazenly shoved a thick finger between the boy’s full, handsome lips and poked around in his mouth.
“We also got to do something about this here pretty face. Niggers ain’t meant to have pretty faces. It makes them think they can fuck white girls. You think you can fuck a white girl, boy? You get all dick drippy thinking about white pussy?”
Some of the teenage boys gathered around were getting all dick drippy themselves. More than one fifteen-year-old boy sported a big old, adolescent boner in his baggy jeans. Violence and talk of sex, what better stimulant is there for a teenage boy? Ashanti felt the evil and decided he had to make a break for it, so he shoved Marty back and dressed only in his blue cotton boxer shorts that showed off his well-developed, high, tight ass, he turned and ran out into the moon-splashed field. The boys were after him as if he was the prey in a foxhunt. Yelping and laughing ten teenagers chased the eighteen-year-old, black, college boy. The rocks in the field cut at his feet. His fear pushed him on, but his running was frantic and not controlled. The boys behind him ran as if they hadn’t a worry in the world.
And for a good reason, suddenly, in front of Ashanti, a bank of lights blinded him. Six cars lined up in a row lit the field like a football stadium catching the almost naked black man in the glare. Ashanti stopped frozen with dread. There were more teenagers in front of him, a dozen more at least. He was trapped. Marty took his time walking up to him, the hand swung again, and Ashanti fell to the grass this time with a bloody lip.
“You’ll be punished for that, nigger. Just shows how bad you need training. Now stand up and strip off your underpants.”
“Yeah,” one fifteen-year-old, sandy-haired punk whispered while groping at his own stiff prick.
With shaking hands, Ashanti slid his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts and peeled them down. There were hoots of appreciation, and some whistles of awe, as his humongous, black penis was displayed. Ashanti had one prize-winning nigger cock hanging seven inches flaccid, thick as a beer can. Shit, the girls he’d fucked could hardly take it, but once he’d fucked them, addicted to his big, black dick, they came back for more. Behind it and hanging just as low were two lemon-sized balls in a thick, fleshy sack. He was indeed a well-hung boy. He knew it too. He had always gotten not only looks but often offers in the locker room. Even straight guys wanted to handle his prick. Ashanti who was one hundred percent straight had always refused. Now, he stood bare-assed and humble before his enemies. He felt just awful that all these boys and that man were looking at his cock and balls.
“Niggers should be kept naked most of the time that way if they need reprimanding you can just take a swipe at their fat pricks and balls.”
Marty lashed out with a stick he was carrying and whacked Ashanti right in his crotch, the stick cut across his fat cock and struck the balls as well. Ashanti crumpled in the grass. The boys at the cars cheered.
“In fact, when a nigger needs punishment, say he ain’t shined your shoes right or cleaned the toilets spic and span, or licked your dirty asshole for you, then a good way to show him what’s what is to have him throw his big, black legs up over his head. Come on, boy, roll over and show these boys, get that ass in the air, get those legs back over your head. Now you see his ass, and his big, fat horse balls are an easy target for my stick. Now, I can really thwack those big black nuts.”
With that, he brought the stick down as hard as he could onto Ashanti’s ballbag. The boy screamed an unearthly animal-like cry of pain that woke the night and rattled the trees. He felt certain his balls must have burst as blinding pain shot through his body, into his legs, up into his chest, twisted around in his strong, muscled stomach, spread through his groin and ass, and he could actually feel it up in his throat. He rolled into a fetal position, and his antics got a round of applause from the teenage boys.
“Now, does one of you boys want to try it?”
All the boys threw their arm into the air, but Marty picked one strapping sixteen-year-old, who looked exceptionally muscular and farm reared. The boy had a wild mess of light brown hair falling all over his handsome face, and he grinned sheepishly when Marty handed him the switch. Taking advantage of his buddies encouragement, he set the stick down and peeled off his own sweaty tee shirt to reveal a really well-developed torso, sweat-slick and shining in the moonlight. His name was Billy, and he was the captain of the local high school football team. He was very popular and had already fucked sixty-two girls in his sixteen years. Eight inches of boy dick leaked and shoved at the blue denim of his pants. He picked up the switch.
“Here Billy, let me show you an alternate position you may prefer. Nigger, get on your back and pull your knees up to your chest move it, sambo. Stop crying, you big, black sissy. You’re nothing worse than a nigger faggot. Pull those legs up now, spread your knees as far as you can. Now, you see, you got a clean shot at them lemons and that fat dick right between his legs. Just haul off and let him have it. “
Ashanti whimpered then wailed as the husky teenager pulled back and with all of his might let go with a splat to the black boy’s cock and balls. Ashanti was sure he would die — a part of him wanted to die.
“Excellent, Billy, but you landed too much of the switch on the cunt’s stomach and hips. You want to only get the prick and balls, boy. Why not try ‘er again?”
Billy was only too happy to oblige. The other boys finally got to try also. Ashanti was a quivering mass of blubbering, raw, nigger meat lying on the grass more miserable than he ever imagined a human being could be. Next, Marty had the black boy crawl around to show the boys how niggers crawl better than they walk.
“Now, nigger, I already spoke to the boys in your college dorm who don’t like you any more than we do. We agreed it’s too late to take away your scholarship this year, but we can make damn sure you don’t wanna come back next semester, so we decided you are gonna finish out your first term but only as a lesson to all on how a nigger should be treated.
“When you’re in your dorm you will crawl at all times. We don’t wanna hear no reports of you ever walking unless you’re told to. You crawl right to the front door of that building, right in front of all the other students and then and only then you stand up. And then you strip bare-ass naked before you enter the building, you got that?”
Marty kicked Ashanti just hard enough, so the crawling boy’s big dick and balls swung very painful now that they were so bruised.
“You crawl with your legs wide apart so your big black balls and cock swing when you crawl. We want to see them swinging at all times. And, of course, you remain bare-ass naked in the dorm at all times. Oh yeah, we spoke to the custodian, and he will no longer clean the toilets on your dorm floor. That will be your job from now on. You will clean them every day with a toothbrush. The same toothbrush you use to clean your nigger teeth.”
Next, Marty had Ashanti lick the dusty, dirty shoes of all the boys present including the soles. The boys were indeed springing hard pricks now. Shit, this was more fun than fucking cunt.
“You address all white people as sir or ma’am from now on even a three-year-old boy We got a special uniform for you to wear to classes. You’ll see that when you get back to your dorm. Oh yeah, your roommate moved out saying he couldn’t stand your nigger smell. We had your bed removed so you can sleep on the floor like a good, little nigger. You’ll go to your classes and not tell anybody about this.
“Three nights a week you will report here for your nigger training. It’s gonna be a long semester jig. Oh and don’t think about quitting school or running away, you see we got your home address, and we know all about your sweet, little, nine-year-old brother. I’ll bet that nigger faggot bitch would just love to be fucked by twenty or thirty white dicks.”
Ashanti was sobbing, and his tears streaked his face before dripping down into the dry earth.
“When you are at school, your dorm buddies are your masters. You do everything they say. When you are out of school, any white person you meet is your master. When you are here, these boys and me, well, we are not only your masters but your teacher. We’re here to help you find your true self. Now, enough of that shoe licking. These are healthy teenage boys, and I bet they would love to have their dicks sucked!”
Ashanti howled and tried to crawl away, but he was thrown over onto his back One fifteen year old, who must have been excessively horny, shucked his clothes and the bare-naked teen straddled Ashanti’s chest his as his six-inch teen prick waved and spurted pre-fuck. He plunked himself down on the black boy’s chest and let his prick probe the boy’s face. It tracked sex slime all over Ashanti’s sobbing face.
“Marty, he won’t open his mouth to suck!” the boy complained.
“Well, you see in that case, you just have one of your buddies grab and twist his big balls like this.”
Marty twisted the boy’s balls Ashanti roared with pain.
“See that opens his mouth. Some niggers forget that cocksucking is one of the things God made them for. They’re natural born cocksuckers that’s why he gave them those big, thick lips. You suck that, boy, and you suck him good.”
“I never…I don’t know how. I…I…I can’t…”
The drooling teenage dickhead went into his mouth. His first taste of cock. It was dreadful. Fuck slime slid down his throat. He gagged as it spurted out of his nose. The boy rammed and jerked like a bunny fuck and shot off in fifteen seconds.
The boys cheered and another took his place. This was an older boy with a seven-inch cock who knew how to face fuck. At home, he face-fucked his little, seven-year-old brother every night. Of course, his family didn’t know. Shit, the kid was too young to have sex they would have said, but Tim had seen the hungry look in the little faggot’s eyes when he waltzed around the house buck naked when the parents were gone. Oh, the little fuckhole wanted it all right, and he got it good and regular now. The second dick rammed the black throat, Ashanti choked and sputtered as the fuck stick cut off his air. Tim grabbed his ears and face fucked the black boy as hard as he could.
That first night, Ashanti became a cumdump. Twenty-two boys shot loads of teen fuck down his throat. Halfway through they had to pound on his stomach to get him to puke up some of the fuck sauce. They fucked his face until he was a mindless mess of sperm, his nose and cheeks coated with white slime and his lips swollen and discolored from cocksucking. Finally, as dawn approached and each boy had shot off, they backed away into a circle around the moaning writhing body of the muscular, black boy on the grass.
Now, at a signal from Marty, they all took their wilted dicks in hands and pissed on the kid at the same time. Twenty-two sprays of boy piss splattered Ashanti’s naked body. When they were finished, Marty unzipped and hauled out his own thick fat prick. It was flaccid but a good six inches long. It grew to ten when he got excited but tonight was not for his personal enjoyment. Tonight was a vital teaching experience, it was a burdensome responsibility, for the young boys of his town. He squatted down over Ashanti and gently pried the boy’s mouth open. He stroked the smooth, wet, black, piss-drenched face and smiled.
“Almost finished for tonight boy, now keep that mouth open.”
Marty gently slid his fat fuck sausage between Ashanti’s lips, then with the cockhead inside of the boy’s mouth, he started to piss.
“Drink it down, boy. Come on, that’s white man’s piss. It’s good to the last drop. Now, listen up, nigger, you go back to your dorm you’ll find further instructions and such. You make sure you follow all the rules. We don’t wanna have to pay a visit to your little brother. You be back here Tuesday night at seven for your next class. Until then, you obey your dorm mates. Oh yeah, and work them nipples, I want to see them standing out on our next visit just like pencil erasers.”
Little did poor, battered, bruised Ashanti know, but this was the mildest abuse he would endure as a slave to the Ku Klux Klan leader and his teenage thugs. This horrendous night of torture was child play compared with what was to come.
Ashanti made it back to his dorm in the early morning with a minimum of ridicule. His muscular, well-toned, eighteen-year-old body was naked except for a white athletic sock hanging from his massive, flaccid, black prick and full balls. This is the only piece of clothing his tormentors had allowed him. His skin still glistened with a combination of dried piss and cum, and although he had tried hard to wipe the dried fuck slime from his handsome young face, white globs of dried sperm still filled his pores and facial creases.
On the way home, he had passed five eleven-year-old boys who were out playing before school. They pointed and laughed, their high clear little boy taunts filling the morning air.
“Look at the bare nigger!” they shouted with glee.
As soon as he entered the dorm building, a voice barked, “On your knees nigger! In this dorm, you crawl from now on.”
Ashanti dropped naked to his hands and knees. He had hoped for a respite from his torment, but no such luck was to be his. Marty had arranged everything with the college boys. Ashanti thought briefly of going to his room, getting his stuff and fucking the whole scene, but he feared for his brother’s safety. These guys meant business, and they could make good their threats. No, he was trapped!
“Get that sock off your big, ugly, nigger dick,” the voice of the dorm monitor shouted.
Several college jocks were gathering to observe. Ashanti removed the sock from his prick, and the fat, flaccid penis head scraped the rug it was so long.
“Now, crawl upstairs to your room. Mr. Larson, the dorm captain, is waiting for you.”
Ashanti crawled as he had been instructed, ass arched up and out, legs spread wide, so his big low hanging black balls swung.
“Swing that fuck sack more when you crawl!”
Ashanti hunched his gut, so his nuts swung back and forth as he crawled upward on the steps on hands and knees.
“Jesus, what a sick piece of shit,” one of the jocks commented.
“What do you expect from a fucking nigger?” another added.
Ashanti started to cry, big tears rolled down his soft, brown cheeks mixing with dried dick snot. He had graduated from his high school with top honors. He had been well liked and respected. He cursed the day he had accepted the scholarship to a southern university.
Several guys on his floor, going down for morning showers dressed in a wrap-around towel, sneered at the naked, black boy crawling down the hall. Hell, it suited them just fine. Outside the door to his room, Hank Larson, a six-foot-two, muscular, blond jock, stood dressed in a pair of silk running shorts. His dick in the tight shorts already a sizable lump gave a lurch as he watched the black boy crawl toward him.
“Well, well, well, what have we here. Mr. uppity, thick-lipped, scholarship nigger finally got what was coming to him. Things are going to change around here from now on, black boy. Get your ass into your room!”
As Ashanti, sweating from exertion crawled, passed the muscular jock, Hank jammed his big toe up the black boy’s rectum. Ashanti fell onto the floor of his room while Hank was grinding the long, fat big toe of his right foot into the boy’s asshole.
“Push back nigger! I hear little nigger boys are fucked by their daddies from about the age of two onward, is that true?”
Ashanti pushed back and up to accommodate the fucking toe. It wasn’t going in very deep, it was just the utter humiliation of it. Ashanti looked around. He couldn’t believe the condition of his room. His bed had been removed, and a filthy, torn grey blanket was thrown on the floor in its place. His desk and chair had also been removed. On the floor, in one corner, sat two dog dishes one for water, one for food. In the closet hung only two pieces of clothing, a pair of cut off jean shorts and a cut off tank top tee shirt. All of his fine clothes were missing. The worst thing was the garbage. The room was piled full of empty fast food cartons, tissue paper and napkins full of mustard, grease and half-eaten burgers, broken taco shells and salsa, tissues that guys had blown their noses in and every kind of crap one could imagine. It stank.
“I hope you don’t mind, Ashanti, I told the boys to throw their garbage in here. It makes it so much more convenient. You can clear it out when we let you.
“Let’s get our asses down to the shower room. Most of the guys from the floor are down there, and I want to show you the new arrangements.”
Hank who was a handsome devil with a permanent sneer, withdrew his big toe from the tight black ass.
“Before we go just clean my dirty toe off will you? Just wrap those big, fat nigger lips around it and suck.”
Ashanti looked up at the sadistic jock.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because it’s fun man! Get with it, nigger. Lighten up, and you might learn to enjoy it too.”
He shoved his big toe in the black boy’s mouth. Ashanti, a normal, healthy, straight American boy felt so odd sucking on another guy’s big toe. He felt so ashamed.
“Okay, sambo, get your cotton patch pussy down to the shower room.”
When Ashanti crawled into the shower room, twenty-two white male heads turned to gaze at him. The boys were in various stages of undress. Most wore gym shorts or underpants, some were wrapped in towels, the boys in the shower itself were naked and soaped up. Several jocks stood at the sinks shaving, and two guys were in the stalls taking a shit.
“You boys all heard of the new dorm rules for out nigger friend here,” Hank yelled, and the boys cheered. “Ashanti, my boy, you will find dirty towels, jock straps, underpants and such piled up on the floor here, you will collect them and clean them for us and return them neatly folded to each guy’s room. You can see the names printed on the inside. We want you to learn the names of your fellow dorm buddies, and this is a great way to do it.
“Now, you see those two pails over there in the corner, well, that’s your toilet area. We decided we can’t have a black nigger ass dirtying up our toilet seats, so from now on, you piss in the red bucket and shit in the yellow bucket. Got that? It’s color-coded so even a dump jig like you can understand.”
All the boys laughed. They were now gathered around Hank and the naked black boy.
“Why don’t you go try out your new toilets? Show us how you’ll do it. Don’t be shy just crawl over there. He’s gotta crawl boys, at all times, just the right dick height to suck some serious cock.”
The sweat was pouring off the humiliated black boy’s slick body as he crawled to the pails. He wanted to die.
“Now, blackie, the way you piss is this, you kneel up, so your big black hose is hanging over the lip of the bucket, then you shout out, ‘I gots to piss, Massa!’ real nice and loud. One of the boys here may give you permission to piss. If not, you just wait and keep shouting until somebody takes pity on you. You never piss without permission, and you never piss unsupervised God knows you might play with that stinking nigger dick of yours and the next thing you know you’d be out trying to rape some white girl. You don’t ever touch your dick without permission. Go on, just flop it up over the lip of the bucket. Now, let’s hear you shout nice and loud for permission to piss.”
Ashanti looked at the college jocks gathered around him. The cream of the crop of southern white boy all muscle and fresh pink skin and leering and snickering at him.
“Please, I gotta piss, sir,” he said quietly.
Hank was on him in two seconds he dragged the whimpering black kid over to one of the urinals and pushed his face into a puddle of boy piss that clogged it.
“That was totally wrong, nigger. First, I said shout. Second, you gotta call us ‘Massa’ like in the old days. Third, you say ‘I gots to piss.’ I gots to piss is nigger talk. When you fuck up, you get punished. Remember, we don’t enjoy this it’s for your own good.”
The boys roared with laughter as Hank pushed the black boy’s face into the piss-clogged urinal.
“Now, you lap up all that nice white boy piss. Lap it all up until the piss trough is nice and clean.”
Ashanti began to slurp at the stale, strong smelling, dark yellow piss. Hank slapped the boy’s ass.
“I said, lap it up not suck, lap up that pee like a sow or a dog would do. Use that big, fat, pink nigger tongue.”
About ten of the jocks sported huge hard-ons, which were now pushing out the fronts of their towels or shorts. That was okay. It wasn’t queer because this was just nigger bashing and that sometimes aroused a guy. While Ashanti lapped up the piss, Hank went to the sink and fetched a toothbrush. He roughly jammed the bristle end up Ashanti’s asshole sending the black college student face down further into the piss filth.
“Gotta keep that nigger hole clean.” Hank quipped.
He scrubbed Ashanti’s ass lining with the harsh brush. The boys roared and high fived each other.
“Don’t worry, Ashanti, it’s quite sanitary. I’m using your toothbrush. Course, it may taste a bit funny when you brush your teeth.”
Hank slapped his bare stomach as he laughed.
“Oh, Ashanti, what do we have there in the bottom of the urinal? An old, soggy cigarette butt. Well, that won’t do. Why don’t you do us a favor and just eat it?”
Hank’s big, pink dick head was poking right out of the leg hole of his shorts starting to drip onto the bathroom tiles. After Ashanti had cleaned the urinal to everyone’s satisfaction, he returned to his pissing demonstration.
“Please, Massa, I gots to piss!” he shouted
His big, black dick flopped over the pail rim. The boys let him piss watching with glee as the fat piss lips opened and a steady stream of nigger pee splashed into the bucket.
“Now the shit bucket is used the same way. You squat over it and shout real loud, ‘Please, Massa, I gots to take a shit!’ Now, don’t sit on the bucket. Squat about six to ten inches above it. Turn your back to us so we can see. Now, spread your ass cheeks real wide.”
Ashanti was given permission to shit and much as he didn’t want to, he knew he had to please these white boys. He squatted, spreading his muscular ass cheeks, and squeezed until several large turds plopped into the bucket.
“Man, even a nigger’s turds are bigger than ours,” one kid said.
“That’s just because their assholes are stretched so big from getting fucked since they were babies by their daddies.”
Typical college dorm, not two minutes went by without somebody talking about fucking. Fucking was the prime interest of these college boys more than sports or studies. Fucking, fucking, fucking and sometimes when the cunts wouldn’t put out, the boys got blue balls and real nasty dispositions.
“May I have some toilet paper, sir?” Ashanti asked real polite like.
“What for?” Hank asked.
“To clean myself.”
“Shit, everybody knows niggers clean their assholes with corncobs. Lookee there on the floor, there’s a whole pile of corncobs left over from our last picnic use one of them.”
The more Ashanti cried, the more the boys laughed. To see a grown college boy sob was a real hoot. The funniest thing some of them had ever seen — big old tears running across the cute, black, nigger face, dripping from those thick lips and chin. More guys had heard about the fun in the second-floor shower room, so about forty guys, some in street clothes had gathered now for the entertainment. They jostled for position.
“Let me see. Let me see.”
In front of them all, the bare-assed Ashanti picked up a corn cob and wiped his shitty asshole.
“Bend over more. Spread those legs so we can see.”
Somebody snapped photos as Ashanti rubbed the corncob across his shitty ass crack.
“Please…no more…no more…” he moaned.
“Ashanti, I’m ashamed of you. Just like the dirty nigger you are, you cleaned the ass crack but not the asshole. Now, be a good little tar baby, and shove that corncob up your asshole real nice and deep so you can clean it out.”
Ashanti was almost hysterical with humiliation His mind spun as he put the tip of the corncob to his puckered asshole and shoved. The cob slid easily into his asshole. The boys cheered again.
“Now, fuck it in and out to get yourself real clean.”
The eighteen-year-old, black, college freshman, squatting over a stinking yellow bucket, fucked his boy ass with a corn cob in front of half a hundred taunting white college boys.
“Lookee here, I think the niggers getting a hard-on,” someone yelled, and sure enough the big black prick was getting thicker and longer from the rubbing of Ashanti’s prostate.
“Then we better stop before that niggers got to rut and we are all in danger.”
Hank showed Ashanti how to clean up after his toilet.
“Now, you crawl with the bucket handle in your teeth into the toilet stall. There you empty and clean the bucket by rinsing it in toilet water. How you do that is simple, you stick your head in the toilet and get a mouthful of toilet water then spit it into the bucket, slosh it around and then empty it into the toilet. Then stick your head in the toilet and get another mouthful of toilet water and soon your bucket will be clean.”
“But, Hank,” one fresh-faced southern boy drawled, “after the first time he empties the bucket the water, it will be foul and full of turds.”
Hank laughed, and everyone followed.
“Aw, ain’t that just too bad.”
The worst part after Ashanti had cleaned and replaced the buckets, was that he still had the shitty corncob lying on the floor. He looked up at Hank with his big, black, boy lips quivering.
“Don’t you worry. This part is easy, and you’re almost finished with your morning shit. Now, you just take the shitty corncob in your mouth and carry it over to the waste bin in the corner.
Ashanti picked up the shit-covered corncob in his mouth.
No, no, you big sissy, you don’t wanna make me mad, do you? Don’t just pick it up by the end, shove as much of it as you can in your mouth carry it that way.”
Ashanti tried. He really did. He put the shit clogged corncob into his mouth, but he couldn’t stand it. He gagged and vomited all over the tiled bathroom floor. The guys hissed and booed. Hank was really embarrassed. He had failed in front of his buddies. He grabbed Ashanti’s face and rubbed it in the puke.
“Lick up that vomit, you stinking nigger! Lick up every drop! You puke in front of me, you lick it up.”
One thoughtful student handed Hank a belt, and he beat the black ass until it was striped red and welted as Ashanti licked the toilet floor of his puke. He then sucked greedily on the shitty corncob, before carrying it over in his mouth to the waste bin. The poor, black kid was delirious by now just the way they wanted him.
They watched him crawl into the shower and wash with cold water, which was all he was allowed. They made him shove a bar of soap up his asshole to clean himself out. Then with the cold water pouring off him, Ashanti was made to kneel up like a begging dog. Half the boys, already late for classes, had left, but the twenty or so who remained line up to have the new dorm nigger suck their big, white, dripping pricks.
Marty and the twenty teenage boys were tickled pink to see Ashanti. They had come to the field early and enjoyed a corn roast and some chicken. Marty was an expert with the grill. It was a hot night, and most of the teenage high school boys were shirtless, their smooth young bodies pink from the day’s sunlight. Their boy nipple, some small, some large, some hard, rode proudly on teenage pecs just starting to grow hard and defined. The boy bellies were smooth and flat some with thin trails of hair growing down into low riding, loose hanging, baggy shorts. Shorts that contained pricks already half-hard with teen, fuck-lust excitement. Several of the fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen-year-olds had given up fuck dates with their steady cunts to attend Ashanti’s training session. Fuck it, torturing a nigger was more fun than fucking some scaggy, high school twat anyway. And they were sure to unload their teenage rocks sometime tonight along the way.
Ashanti arrived in much hoopla and car horn blowing. He was the guest of honor, delivered to the training session by the boys from his college dorm in the trunk of an old Buick. The college boys who delivered him had other plans, so they dragged Ashanti from the trunk and threw him onto the ground and tore out of there squealing tires to impress the high school boys. One of the college boys, Rick, would have liked to stay to watch the nigger training. He was fucking the sister of one of the high school boys present, a kid named Theo, and every time he saw Theo bare-chested, or in skimpy shorts, or a swimsuit, Rick threw the most incredible boner. He really wanted to fuck Theo’s little fourteen-year-old asshole. In fact, when he fucked his girlfriend, he made believe she was her brother. He spent a lot of time trying to figure out a way to get his big fat dick into the kid’s young, little mouth and tiny, unfucked ass.
They had decorated Ashanti real nice for his nigger training class. They painted the word NIGGER on his chest and the words ASSCUNT on his ass cheeks. They had tied bright, pretty pink ribbons onto the lock in his dick foreskin that stretched his fuck tool down almost to his knees. In his ass, he had a bright pink, eight-inch dildo. His toenails and fingernails had been painted a shimmering, glittery pink like a whore. His lips were covered in an iridescent pink lipstick, and in his mouth, he had a jockstrap into which every guy in the dorm had shot a load. Over forty loads of fuck snot. He was a real pretty sight.
Ashanti lay on the ground, dust, and dirt settling on his naked body. He was beaten and confused. He wanted to, needed to, fight back, but he so feared for the safety of his brother and family that he took all the abuse in silence. Still, he could only endure so much. His stomach ached, and he didn’t know if it was an ulcer developing or if it was just from all the piss and dog food he had consumed in the last few days.
“Well, well what have we here?” Marty shouted so all the gathered teenage boys could hear him.
Several of the high school boys unconsciously rubbed the growing lumps in their baggy shorts.
“Maybe Geraldo will do a show about your plight. The plight of the nigger cunt. How can this happen in America?”
Marty kicked Ashanti right in the balls, and the boys cheered.
“This can happen in America because we are sick and tired of nigger slop ruining our neighborhoods. We are tired of paying for your booze and your fucking baby-making, dick sport. All nigger boys should be castrated at the age of twelve. That would solve the problem. Look, boys, look at the lock through the nigger’s foreskin, that’s so he can’t get a hard-on and fuck innocent white girls. That means more white pussy for you.”
The boys cheered again and were now openly frigging their dicks, which formed tubes of flesh inside their shorts. These were wild, redneck boys horny as hell all the time. Marty kicked Ashanti in the balls again, and the black boy rolled over into a tight, fetal knot.
“Don’t you hunch up on me, boy. You lay on your back with your legs spread nice and wide, ready and waiting for my nut kicks. Go on, on your worthless back now, spread those legs wide, arch your back up, lift your ass off the ground, so you can really feel the kick in your scrotum. Here she comes, nigger boy.”
Marty hauled off and slammed the toe of his boot into the swollen, tortured, nigger scrotum. Ashanti emitted an unearthly sound of a wounded animal causing some of the boys’ dicks to start leaking. But it was class time.
“All right, nigger, on your feet.”
Marty was all business. He wanted to show the boys he was a professional. He liked to impress teenage boys. Many of them thought of him as something of a hero.
“This here class has two purposes, to teach niggers their place in the world and to teach white boys how to treat niggers. Now, nigger, show me your nipples. Did you work on stretching them, like I told you to do?”
Ashanti, standing naked in the field surrounded by horny teen boys, hung his head.
“I forgot about it, sir. I had so much to think about.”
“Well, if I didn’t already know that niggers are stupid cunts who can’t remember a fucking thing I might be angry but I’m not. Of course, you’ll have to be punished. Can’t have a nigger disobeying orders. So I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to burn each of your nigger nipples with a cigarette. Does that sound fair?”
The boys cheered again. One fourteen-year-old proudly offered Marty a cigarette from his own pack. Marty lit it. Ashanti stood with eyes as big as saucers, the white showing all around the pupil. Marty laughed.
“Fuck it, boy, your eyes look like darkie eyes in the old movies. About the time you say ‘feet do your duty.’ ” The boys didn’t laugh at that since they hadn’t seen any old films with niggers, and Marty resolved to get some videos. They would just love Birmingham Brown.
“Now, stand tall and take your punishment like a brave nigger.”
Ashanti tried to be brave. He really did, but he was only an eighteen-year-old kid raised in a middle-class suburb up north. Marty brought the glowing tip of the cigarette up to the big, pouty brown nipple.
“Your titties gonna look fine, boy, once you work on them. Now, I wanna see these tits stick out an inch or more at our next meeting. This pain is so you don’t forget again. Stop thinking about fucking white cunt and start concentrating on your training.”
The tip of the cigarette touched just the nub of the black boy’s nipple. The pain was horrible, and the smell of burning flesh was something Ashanti would never forget. He started to reach one big black hand up to his pec, but Marty knocked it away.
“Hands down, nigger.”
He burned the other nipple and Ashanti almost bit his lower lip off wincing from the pain. The boys were quiet now watching the torture with morbid fascination, their smooth, hairless, pale boy chests rising and falling with heavy breathing, their own nipples hard and pointed and their pricks drooling in their pants.
“Oooh, fuuuccckkk… Oooh, fuuuccckkk… Oooh, fuuuccckkk… Oooh, fuuuccckkk…” several of the boys moaned over and over just like when their twats gave them head.
Marty put the cigarette in his mouth. Ashanti couldn’t help wishing the bastard would develop cancer. Marty took the black boy’s smooth face in his hands.
“Whew, this black boy cunt has greasy skin. My hands just about to slide right off. Don’t step in too close boys, this nigger’s musk is awful. Now, listen, Ashanti, this part of your training is very special. It’s to prove to us that you can follow orders It’s also to help you redirect some of your nigger lust away from white girls.”
Marty produced a key and proceeded to unlock the padlock through the black boy’s dick skin. It felt so fucking good that Ashanti grabbed his sore dick and held it in his hands. Marty slapped the boy hard on his dick.
“Stop playing with yourself, nigger. You see boys, niggers play with their pricks every chance they get even right out in public. They can’t help it. Some of them, they got to fuck ten, eleven times a day. That’s why they fuck their own sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers. They just can’t help it. Shit, you otta see a nigger house in the morning, some one-room shack with one big mattress on the floor and a whole family of niggers sleeping on it bare-assed. First thing in the morning, daddy fucks his little daughter even if she’s really young, then momma sucks the son’s dick, then daddy fucks the son while momma sucks daddy’s cum from the daughter’s pussy. It’s really disgusting.”
One boy lost it and shot a load in his pants, and when he groaned, all the other boys laughed as a big spot appeared on his tan shorts. Ashanti cried in humiliation while thinking of his wonderful family and amazed at what these rednecks thought of them.
“Now, Ashanti, if you do as we tell you, this can be lots of fun for you too. If you don’t, I make a call on this here cell phone and way up north in your hometown your little brother gets picked up and taken for a ride and fucked ten or twenty times in his little, virgin boy-cunt.”
Ashanti was crying again. He cried all the time now. A big, handsome, boy crying, shame on him, but he just couldn’t stop the tears.
“We wanna see what a big nigger stud is like in action, so all you gotta do is fuck for us. That’s all, just give us a fuck show. Now, we looked high and low for a nice, sexy, nigger bitch for you to fuck but we just couldn’t find any so this will have to do.”
Several of the boys parted to reveal to Ashanti, the sight of a completely naked young, black boy. The boy was twelve years old and very scared. He was thin and small and looked very young for his age. He had been nabbed from a nearby town where one less nigger boy would never be missed. He held his hands shyly over his twelve-year-old nigger dick. He was a preacher’s son and had never had sex. He actually knew very little about it as he had been raised in a strict, Christian home.
“Okay, Ashanti, all you gotta do is fuck the shit out of your little girlfriend there, but you gotta fuck real hard. If you don’t fuck hard enough, I’ll make a call on my cell phone.”
“Please…don’t hurt me…” the black boy pleaded, his lips trembling as Ashanti towered over him. The kid only came up to his stomach.
“I’m sorry. I have to do this. They’ll hurt both of us even more if I don’t.”
“What you gonna do, mister?” the boy said.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“But I’m not a girl.”
“I’m gonna fuck your ass.”
Both boys were crying now.
“Now, now, let’s not be vulgar. Get to know each other before you fuck. Shit, boys, you gotta teach a nigger everything. You two jigs kiss hello. A nice kiss, use your tongues and swap spit. Go on.”
Ashanti who was completely straight leaned down and put his lips to the mouth of the terrified twelve-year-old boy. He kissed him hard shoving his tongue into the kid’s mouth. The boy gagged, and the other boys laughed. When the boy began to kiss Ashanti back, it wasn’t so bad. It felt soothing when the little boy kissed the big, black teenager. Their mouths were soon filled with spit.
“Ooohhhhhweee, look at those niggers suck face. Ain’t that the most disgusting thing you ever saw in your life?”
“Yeah,” the boys answered fingering their swollen, dripping dicks.
“We ain’t got all night, niggers. Get the boy on his knees and have him suck your dick.”
Ashanti told the boy in as gentle a voice as he could, “You gotta suck my dick. Make it real wet; it’ll go up your ass easier that way.”
“Your dicks too big for my asshole, you’ll tear me up.”
“We haven’t got any choice. Now, hurry up before they get angry.”
The twelve-year-old black boy sank to his knees before the big, fat, nigger dick. He studied the veins in the cock stalk, the punch holes in the still red foreskin and the huge, soft, stinking ball bag. He stretched out his quivering boy tongue and touched it for the first time in his young life to dick flesh. This was his first dick, but it certainly wouldn’t be his last. Before the night was over, every boy there would fuck his young mouth. He’d be throat fucked so hard he’d lose his voice for a week. He’d learn the taste of prick. Once a boy became a cocksucker, the damage could never be undone. No matter what was in his future, he’d be a cocksucker his whole life. He could never not be a cocksucker again.
“While you’re down there nigger boy, suck your nigger boyfriend’s balls too.”
The little boy licked and sucked the big, egg-sized nuts, and Ashanti couldn’t help but become aroused, and his thick, fat, prick, throbbing hard and long, grew erect, and the little kid was amazed a the size.
“Now, fuck your new girlfriend. Fuck her hard as hard as you can. I wanna hear your balls slapping on her cunt.”
When the black monster dick penetrated the twelve-year-old asshole for the first time, the boy’s scream filled the night air, birds spooked from trees cluttered the night sky with beating wings. The moon hid behind a cloud so terrible was the scream of the ass fucked nigger boy.
The other boys had their dicks out now and were beating off. One brave eighteen-year-old had started it, and now, they were all frigging furiously. Marty loved the sight twenty teenage boys frigging dick. Some of them were pulling on their tits others had fingers up their asses. Practices they used at home when jerking off. Secret boy stuff.
Ashanti couldn’t stand the boy’s screaming, so he put one big hand over the kid’s mouth as he jammed his prick balls deep into the boy-cunt. It did feel terrific he had to admit it. He even ignored the pain in his punctured foreskin as he fucked the boy’s ass. He was ashamed and horrified and turned on by the fucking experience. His dick needed to shoot so badly. He fucked deeper and harder without being told to. The boy beneath him moaned and burbled and shook wracked with pain Ashanti fucked a fellow nigger because he had been ordered to. He fucked the kid until his big body slammed the boy into the dirt, flattened him as he buried almost a foot of prick into the virgin ass channel. Then he shot his nigger seed into the boy-pussy, so much that it squirted out of the freshly fucked cunt.
Six white teenage boys shot off too, moving in, so their spunk splattered the naked nigger bodies. Marty had never seen teenage boys jack off so hard. He feared they would yank their fat pricks right off. They grunted and wheezed and roughly jerked their teen pricks. More and more of them moving into spooge all over the two naked niggers. All twenty teenage boys shot sex snot onto the fucking niggers. It wasn’t precisely what Marty had planned, but shit, it sure was a sight. The boys cheered each other’s spraying orgasms, commenting on who shot the most or the farthest. They aimed their dicks at the twelve-year-old boy’s face or at Ashanti’s ass.
Ashanti and his twelve-year-old, boy fuck partner lay on the ground covered with dirt and slimy yellow-white fuck sauce, cum coating and running and dripping as their fucked out muscles stretched. The boy had stopped crying now and moaned over and over and as he did the cum ran down his nose and into his open mouth.
“My ass…oh, my ass…you tore it…you tore my ass…”
“Let’s get the young nigger pregnant,” one fifteen-year-old boy, who was already working on his second hard-on, said, and the boys grunted with lust.
“You can fuck her all you please, but first let's get these two cleaned off. Niggers, why don’t you lick each other clean.”
So the two beaten black boys licked and sucked white teen sperm from their aching bodies and then Ashanti had the boy lick his dirty dick clean of shit and cum slop. The kid sobbed again never having tasted shit before. Ashanti felt really bad for him, but what could he do? Besides, the kid would probably taste much more shit before the night was done.
It was still early, and most of the teenage boys didn’t have a curfew until ten o’clock. They always obeyed the curfew and always called their parents “sir” and “ma’am.” After all, they were well brought up southern, white boys. They would be home in time looking angelic and sweet, but first, they would fuck the shit out of these niggers and hurt them good in the process too.
The evening ended with Ashanti having to suck the cum of nine boys out of the fucked out twelve-year-old, nigger ass. Marty was a bit disturbed he had to change all his training plans. They were way behind. Shit, he might have to schedule a class every night for a week or so instead of just three times a week. After all, he had promised to return the trained Dobermans to their owners by Friday.
Ashanti awoke from the hell of his nightmares into the hell of his reality. His dreams had been horrible. Twisted, perverse dreams in which a wildly horny Ashanti had actually fucked his own little brother. In the dream, a group of white teenagers had stood around cheering while Ashanti, on a lust driven high, had slammed his big, black dick into his little brother’s hairless virgin ass. Ashanti woke up screaming.
He looked around at his dorm room. He was on the floor amid a heap of stinking garbage. He was naked. His dick was swollen with a morning piss hard-on. Slowly, he began to recall the misery of the previous day. He was at the mercy of the redneck gang and the racists of his own college dorm. He could not go to the police for help because they had threatened his little brother and family. He was their slave! He stretched his handsome, muscular, ebony body. He scratched his massive balls, and his fat, thick dick throbbed with the need to pee. He knew if he left his room he would have to crawl on hands and knees to the toilet. Crawl with his legs spread wide so his balls would swing like his white dorm mates had taught him. In the toilet, he would have to ask permission to piss, and then he would have to use the bucket provided for him. He was losing his sanity with the constant humiliation, and he needed a reprieve. He looked around his garbage heap of a room. On the floor, amid the trash was a paper cup from a fast food joint. Ashanti picked up the cup with shaking hands. His hands shook all the time now. He held the cup beneath his big, ebony prick and started to piss.
The pungent, yellow urine filled the large-sized cup almost to the brim. Ashanti always had pissed quite a lot. His big, black dick had a sizeable pisshole. He had just finished the piss and set the cup down when the door to his room burst open. Jeff, the guy who had the room next door, stood in the doorway wearing only red running shorts. The eighteen-year-old kid had a hard well-toned body and a mop of uncombed brown hair.
“Whew, I smell nigger stink!” Jeff laughed, wrinkling up his cute, curved, teenage nose. “I closed the door last night to keep your nigger musk in your own room, but I swear to God it’s leaking out. The whole hall smells like nigger. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’s sorry, Massa.”
The boys insisted that in the dorm, Ashanti speak like a nigger, so here was this straight-A student, on a college scholarship, speaking in the worst black stereotype just to give his dorm mates a laugh.
Holding his nose, Jeff entered Ashanti’s room. With one big bare toe, he nudged the piss-filled paper cup.
“What’s this, nigger?”
“Piss, suh, I couldn’t hold it. I’s sorry, Massa. “
“Oh, no…no…no, if you think some stupid apology will excuse you for pissing in a cup like some stupid animal instead of using the bathroom like a human, you are sorely mistaken. Pick up the cup and drink the piss.”
Jeff stood with arms folded over his well-developed teenage chest watching Ashanti pick up the cup and put it to his full African American lips. Ashanti began to drink his own piss. The taste was bitter and overpowering. He gagged but kept on drinking. He knew the measure of his master’s cruelty. These boys gave no reprieve, and right now, at least, he was at their mercy.
“Tastes good, huh, jig? I’d always heard from my daddy as a boy that on a Saturday night when you niggers couldn’t afford a beer or two, you just drank each other’s piss, but I never believed it until now. You’re the most disgusting piece of shit I have ever seen in my whole young life. I was telling my girlfriend about you just last night. She wants to meet you. She ain’t never seen nigger dick, heard about them but never seen one. While I was fucking her, I told her about some of the games we play around here with you, which made for a more exciting fuck. Well, get your sorry black ass down to the bathroom to get shaved and cleaned up.”
With the taste of piquant piss in his mouth and his firm, young tummy rumbling with his morning piss cocktail, Ashanti crawled next to Jeff down the long hallway toward the dorm floor bathroom. He had only been a slave for one day, but already the experience had marked him for life. He arched his back and stuck his black ass up. If the white boys couldn’t see his asshole when he crawled, they became angry. Consequently, he had to crawl with legs spread wide, so a glimpse of asshole was visible between his muscular ass cheeks. He was also required to swing his balls when he crawled backward and forward, so his crawl resembles a kind of hunching fucking movement. Ashanti’s big, black balls were swinging now. On his way down the hall, he passed twenty rooms with their doors open revealing white boys going about their morning business. Boys looked up and out casually as they dressed, or crammed for a class, or just lounged around in jock straps or underwear reading. Boys looked at Ashanti crawling and laughed and laughed.
“Morning, nigger,” some yelled.
“Morning, Suh.” Ashanti would bellow in his rich, deep voice.
“Bring that nigger in here a second, will you?” Chad Lang yelled from his room where he lay naked scratching his big, blond-hair nuts.
Jeff escorted Ashanti into Chad’s room.
“I got a treat for the spear chucker.”
He reached into his wastebasket and pulled out a used rubber.
“I fucked Alice last night and shot a big, old load, thought the nigger might like it for breakfast.”
The rubber was stretched out from Chad’s huge, thick, jock dick, and the tip of it had about half an inch of thick, yellow-white cum in it. The exterior of the rubber was coated with dried pussy juice.
“Thank the man, nigger,” Jeff said nudging Ashanti right in the asshole with his big toe.
“Thank you, Massa,” Ashanti said feeling more sicker all the time.
He just kept telling himself that if he didn’t obey them, they would hurt his little brother or parents. He had no choice.
“Open up,” Chad said holding the used dick sheath over Ashanti’s face like a carrot given to a donkey.
Ashanti opened his mouth. Chad lowered the cum-filled rubber into the black boy’s mouth.
“That’s a good nigger now suck it all clean.”
Chad’s big prick was hard as a rock from dealing out this abuse, and Jeff had a boner in his red shorts as well. Yet, no one would dare to suggest these boys were gay. Hell no, fuck no, they were just healthy, American, white boys getting off on some nigger abuse.
Ashanti sucked the rubber clean. The slimy dick snot ran down his throat and coated his tongue. The heady pussy flavor filled his mouth. He smelled what he was sucking as he tasted it. At last, the rubber was clean. Chad inspected it, sitting on the edge of his bed, his strong, blond-haired legs hanging off. Ashanti could see the boy’s fat, eight-inch prick now leaking a bit.
“Well, it looks clean to me. You did a nice job, nigger. But you know what? After Alice left last night, I was so zonked that I went right to sleep and never even washed her cunt juice off my dick. So why don’t you be a good little nigger, and lick my dick clean for me?”
Ashanti was one hundred percent straight, and licking and sucking white boy dick was the lowest act he could think of. It was the thing he hated most about his enforced slavery. Now, he put his thick lips to the fat, white, scum-slick prick and licked it. The dick bounced on his tongue as pussy juice and fuck drip coated his lips. He knew he wasn’t allowed to use his hands. He’d gotten his palms beaten the previous night for touching white boy dick, so he had to bob for the throbbing white cock he would lick, and the fucker would swing and slap him in the face. Chad must have fucked Alice a second time without a rubber cause his thick-skinned pisser was coated with dried cunt juice. Chad and Jeff laughed.
“Oh my, doesn’t that look yummy. Nigger, doesn’t that big white dick look delicious?”
“Yes, suh, it sure do look yummy,” Ashanti said between dick licks, tears once again running down his smooth black cheeks.
“All nice and white and cut, no stinking foreskin like your nigger dick. All fresh and boyish and perfect. A perfect blond boy dick. Go ahead, suck the fucker, you worthless piece of nigger shit.”
As ordered, Ashanti sank his lips over the pink head of Chad’s cunt stuffer slurping up the dick leakage. He sucked hard and even with nice, smooth dick massaging sucks taking more and more prick into his black mouth. Soon the cock was down his throat. He was always tempted to gag at this part, but he knew he must not. Niggers don’t gag over white dick. He felt the prick expand and grow tight in his throat, then he felt the cum spray into his throat. Some of it backed up and filled his mouth. Just a drop squeezed its way out the corner of his mouth. But Chad saw that.
“Don’t waste a fucking drop of my cum, you black scaggy fuckhole you. Swallow white man cum learn your place in the world.”
When he finished, Ashanti licked the big, pink dick clean. Then because Chad had to hurry to class, Jeff and Ashanti made their way to the bathroom. Most of the guys were late for morning classes so they couldn’t torment Ashanti as they might have wished. A few of them watched him shit in the bucket and then empty and clean it. He crawled to the corner of the room where a bowl of water and an old, used disposable razor already used by another guy several times waited for him. There was also a small mirror. Sitting on the cold tile floor, this was how Ashanti shaved, except today Jeff had a better idea. Instead of water, Jeff made Ashanti shave using piss. He dumped out the bowl of water and then pissed into the bowl. After shaving, of course, Ashanti had to drink the bowl of piss with his own hair stubble in it.
That gave several good-natured teenage boys the notion of giving Ashanti a piss shower. So instead of a regular wash, he had to lie on the floor of the shower room while six boys pissed all over him. Big white dicks pissing down on him on his chest, his dick, his balls, his stomach, and his face. He was told he would have to go to class stinking of piss.
“Don’t worry, nobody will smell the piss over the nigger stink,” one boy joked.
They all had a good laugh. This activity, of course, made the boys hard, so Ashanti had to suck five dicks. One boy was too late to have a blowjob. Ashanti had now swallowed six loads of boy cum before breakfast, unless, of course, you include the rubber.
Ashanti dressed for school. He was allowed to wear only a pair of cut off jean shorts so tight every ripple and bump of his dick and balls showed. There was no top button, so he had to keep tugging up the zipper The shorts were three or four sizes too small and cut up so high that his ass cheeks half hung out. In the front, the crotch area had been rubbed so thin that the threads showed, and it looked as if he played with himself constantly. Everybody knows niggers do play with their dicks all day long even in public. The shirt was a tank top but cut off just below the nipples. These were now the only clothes Ashanti had, and he was admonished to take good care of them. Dressed in this hideous outfit, which he was only allowed to put them on at the entrance to the dorm, Ashanti went out into the campus. Everyone stared at him, and many laughed outright. Some snickered. Others yelled, “Look at the nigger.” Because he had no shoes and socks, they wouldn’t serve him in any of the campus restaurants Not that he had any money. The boys had taken all that.
In class, everybody moved away from him because of his piss stench. The teacher also smelling the problem felt obliged to say something, “Young man, we welcome your kind into our fine institution, but you will have to obey the rules of etiquette and hygiene to which we are accustomed. I don’t know how often you black people bathe, but white people shower every single day, sometimes twice a day. We would all appreciate it if you would accommodate us while you are here. Also, it is a fact that the negro body smells more than the white body so extra care must be taken. Also, we don’t want you stinking up the plastic chairs so until you wash why don’t you just sit on the floor.”
The class applauded. The professor who had not previously been a favorite of the students enjoyed the attention. Now, the kids — both boys and girls — cheered as the black teenager, eyes filled with tears, sat on the floor. After class, two big, beefy football players grabbed Ashanti and dragged him into the men’s room.
“We’re gonna help you wash, nigger,” they shouted.
Six or seven other guys gathered to watch. They stripped Ashanti bare-assed and then took him into a filthy stall. The toilet bowl was caked with yellow, brown piss stains and streaked with old shit. It hadn’t been cleaned in months.
“First, we gotta wash your face,” one of the football players said.
They rammed Ashanti’s face into the toilet. He almost drowned in the foul water, then he felt one of the boys pissing on the back of his head. Healthy young male laughter rang through the men’s toilet. Ashanti was dragged from the stall. He was bent over one of the sinks.
“Now, we gotta clean out your stinking nigger asshole.”
A toilet brush was produced. It had a rounded bristled head, which the football jock unbent to form a kind of brush dildo. As the others held the nigger’s ass cheeks open, he roughly fucked the brush into the boy’s asshole. Eight inches of wire brush scrubbed Ashanti’s ass lining until it was raw. He screamed in pain and humiliation.
“You enjoying that, nigger. Shit, he ain’t had none of his daddy’s dick since he came to college, so we gotta help him out.”
The cleaning committee turned into a fuck fest, and Ashanti was ass fucked by eight college boys. He tried to go to an afternoon class, but he couldn’t even sit down, so he made his way back to the dorm. He was starving and in great pain. He was so hungry that he ate the dog food in the red dish they had placed in his dorm room. He knew he had to find a way to escape and still protect his family.
In the afternoon, five boys from his dorm appeared with a padlock and a leather punch. They informed him that they couldn’t trust him not to try to rape white girls, so they had decided to put a padlock through the foreskin of his dick preventing a hard-on.
Ashanti went ballistic. Well, who wouldn’t? They had to gag him with a dirty jockstrap and tie him down, then two guys sat on him. One guy with his bare ass over Ashanti’s mouth while two more held his legs apart. The guy with the leather punch stretched the nigger foreskin and place it in the metal tool. Ashanti’s scream could be heard all over campus some said. Some alcohol cleaned the wound. And then a big, heavy padlock was inserted. It was so heavy it pulled Ashanti’s dick down.
“There, that should control your nigger lust. When you get the urge to fuck, the pain should cool you off your prick can’t even get hard now.”
The boys left the room throwing the key to each other, and Ashanti lay on the floor amid the garbage and the blood and snippets of dick flesh and cried and cried.
Ashanti was one devastated black boy. His smooth ebony skin was covered with dirt and dust. His ordinarily large full lips were thickly swollen from sucking teenage dick. Every bone in his muscular body ached from the stretching and beatings he had received at the hands of the Klan youth. Even worse, his spirit was broken by the obscene acts he had been forced to commit to please Marty, his tormentor, and the twenty to thirty white boys who attended the redneck’s bizarre training class. Marty was teaching the boys How to Treat a Nigger, and the teenage youth were learning valuable information to carry on through life.
The padlock had once again been fastened through Ashanti’s thick, long foreskin so he couldn’t even get an erection. His big, fat, nigger dick hung long and swung when he crawled with the weight of the lock. They had forced him to play with his own nipples to give himself a hard dick, only so they could laugh when his prick started to expand, and he writhed in pain as the cockhead forced itself against the dick lock in his foreskin.
But worst of all, they had forced him to ass fuck a young black boy. They had stood around cheering while he rammed his eighteen-year-old prick into the boy’s tender, virgin asshole. They had made him do these unspeakable things. If he did not obey their every whim, they would violate his baby brother and hurt his family, so you see the black boy attending an all-white Southern College was indeed enslaved.
But white teenage boys have homework and chores to do at home, so they had to depart reasonably early, and Marty was still hankering for some more fun, so he had a couple of the older kids drag Ashanti over to his car and dump the battered black boy into the trunk. Then he drove off to his favorite diner, Art’s Food.
Art was one of the Brotherhood. He understood that niggers and Jews had ruined America and that only action, not words would rectify the situation. Art, like Marty, was a warped son of a bitch. He was a man of some girth weighing in at almost four hundred pounds. His cooking apron looked as if it had never been changed, and he seldom shaved, so his salt and pepper stubble gave him the look of a bum. He was wealthy, however. His diner was a favorite among redneck truck drivers. He also sold automatic weapons out of his back room.
“Hang on, hang on,” Art hollered to a complaining trucker. “I’ll take your fucking order in a fucking minute. That goddamn waitress called in sick again. You just can’t trust those fucking cunts!”
He waddled between the kitchen and the service counter shoving plates to one side. A juicy cigar stub jutted from his lips. Two well-muscled, young truckers, grease pouring down their hands, sat at the trying to eat Artburgers®.
“I think I got the answer to your problems, Art,” Marty said.
“You got a fifteen-year-old twat for me to fuck?” Art quipped back. He had some sense of humor all right.
“No, sir, I’d keep that for myself, but I got the next best thing. I got a nigger boy who needs to be taught a lesson or two in the trunk of my car. I figure he could help you out here at the diner. The sambo needs a part-time job anyway while he’s stinking up our white university.”
“Aw, fuck, I heard about him. He’s the jig who dared to date a white cunt and flaunt it in front of us?”
Marty eased himself onto a stool. He nodded at the young truckers.
“What do I gotta pay his black ass to work here?”
“I figure a fair wage for a nigger is like, maybe, a nickel an hour.”
Art laughed, rubbing his pudgy greasy hands together this could turn out to be fun.
“Sounds fair to me.”
“He’s a lazy son of a bitch though. You gotta really lay into him. It took him nearly three hours to give twenty-seven blowjobs.”
One of the young truckers spun around on his stool. He was a good-looking kid of about twenty-two with a mop of curly hair.
“Fuck it, I sure could use a blowjob. My fucking wife is on the rag, and besides, I’m on the road, and my partner here won’t suck me off.”
Both guys laughed and good-naturedly punched each other. Marty laughed.
“Well, my boy, you’ve come to the right place. How much is the apple pie, Art? One buck? Well then, blowjobs at Art’s Food are one buck too. Only make sure to wash your prick good afterward you don’t want any nigger stink on it.”
Marty hurried out to his car to get their new toy. The naked, handsome, black boy blinked when the trunk was opened. He felt weak and disoriented. Cum leaked from his stretched, fucked asshole. The lock in his prick skin hurt terribly, and his cramped body ached from being twisted into the car trunk.
“Come on, you lazy nigger, haul your worthless black faggot ass out of my car.”
Marty grabbed a hand full of nigger wool and pulled the boy by his hair.
“Well, lookee at that, ain’t that a beautiful sight?”
Art laughed chomping on his cigar as Marty ushed the black boy into the diner. The naked Ashanti stood there head bowed as the three truckers, and Art sized him up. One of the younger guys whistled. The older trucker who was by himself and still hadn’t ordered scratched the lump in his dirty trousers. Ashanti was one prime piece of nigger boy all right.
“Looks well worked over if you ask me. Look at his titties they been pulled every which way this side of Sunday. Standing out like sow tits.”
“Not puffy enough to suit me. I want ‘em sticking out two inches,” said Marty giving Ashanti’s nipples a good twist as the boy grimaced in pain. “Come on, girl, stick those tits out. Give me some tit, you fucking black whore!”
Ashanti thrust his chest out so Marty could grab more nipple flesh Marty pulled at the sore brown nubs and squeezed them until, when he let them go, they stood out like little udders.
“Look at the lock in his prick,” said one young trucker, the one whose wife was on the rag and who now sported a hard drooling nine-inch prick in his pants.
“That’s so he doesn’t go fucking no white cunt. This boy is hard to control. He’s got an animal dick on him, so we got to keep him locked up for his own good, ain’t that right, nigger?”
“Yes, suh,” Ashanti mumbled.
“How many times your ass fucked by those white schoolboys tonight, nigger?”
Ashanti wanted to cry again. He wanted to cry all the time. He used to be an intelligent young man destined for great things.
“Eighteen times, suh.”
“Eighteen white teenage pricks up your nigger boy-cunt, that must have felt really good, huh?”
Ashanti’s ass still ached from the brutal gang fuck he had endured. He felt even worse for the poor little kid he had fucked. Most of the boys had fucked his small, young ass as well.
“Yes, suh, it did suh.”
“Did you properly thank those white boys for fucking your black pussy? Did you tell them how good it felt?”
“Yes, suh, I sure did, suh.”
Everyone in the room laughed. The boys decided to put the nigger boy to work, but Art allowed as they couldn’t have a bare-assed black walking around his diner, so they got a filmy white waitress apron and tied it around Ashanti’s waist. He looked ludicrous, his big, black, muscular body and this tiny, thin, white apron. The whole padlock and some of his stretched out foreskin hung below the apron hem.
“To start out, you can clean the dirty plates and pans. No, no, nigger, why waste a Brillo pad? Lick the fat and grease out of the pans first and off the plates and then wash them in the soapy water Now, keep one lazy eye on the customers, if they want coffee or something you get your cute, black, bubble, ass-pussy over to them pronto.”
The taste of teenage cum was replaced in Ashanti’s mouth with the flavor of solidified cooking grease. The fat slid down his gullet, and he wanted to vomit. But the fun really started when he came around the counter to pour the coffee for one of the young truckers. The trucker had demanded he come around to his side of the counter. Marty who was sopping up egg yolk with toast watched with amused concern. Ashanti stood next to the curly haired trucker and poured coffee as the cup neared being full, the trucker took a tablespoon and shoved it quickly up the black teen’s asshole. Ashanti jumped, and the coffee spilled onto the countertop.
“Oh, fuck, your dumb nigger got coffee all over,” the trucker complained.
MARTY WAS OFF HIS STOOL IN AN INSTANT. He backhanded Ashanti who crumpled to the diner floor.
“You fucking stupid son of a bitch, can’t you do one fucking thing right?”
Marty took the full cup of steaming black coffee and poured it right down on the black boy’s cock and balls. Ashanti screamed and curled up into a fetal position. He grabbed his knees and rocked in agony. The truckers and Art roared with laughter.
“Okay, nigger, you need a lesson. Get up on your hands and knees.”
Ashanti knew it was useless to argue. He’d only be hurt more. His prick and balls burned terribly, but he struggled to his hands and knees. Marty took an uncooked egg out of the egg dish then knelt behind Ashanti.
“Now, listen close, nigger boy. I’m going to insert this egg up your ass-pussy. I don’t want it to break, you hear me? You got to learn how to control your pussy muscles to please the guys fucking your faggot ass. You control those pussy lips and cunt muscles so that the egg doesn’t break You break an egg, we’ll griddle your dick in the waffle iron, I swear to God.”
All the truckers were rubbing their swollen pricks through their trousers now.
“Fuck, it’s fun to work over a nigger,” the curly haired one said as his dick leak was making a prominent spot on the front of his pants.
Marty put the grade A, large egg up to Ashanti’s sore, well-fucked ass lips. Then he pushed gently. The asshole opened and swallowed the egg. Ashanti grunted.
“Don’t break that egg, boy, with that hungry pussy of yours.”
Ashanti bit his lower lip and moaned as the egg moved inside his rectum. Marty got the second egg.
“Come on, cunt, open up those lips and swallow this egg up your twat.”
“Oh, god…oh, god…oh, god,” Ashanti moaned over and over again as the second egg was forced up his asshole. The young trucker kicked the boy in the face with his work boot just hard enough to split his lip.
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, boy.”
A third egg was shoved up the boy’s ass-pussy. He was in great pain.
“Anybody want a horseback ride?” Marty asked.
The young trucker was only too pleased. He sat his big, muscular frame down on Ashanti’s back.
“Crawl around the room, you black cunt you!” he shouted.
He kicked Ashanti in the stomach. Ashanti feared the kicks would break the eggs. The trucker was heavy so heavy he could hardly move. The guy was six-foot-four and weighed two-fifteen.
“Come on, faster, faster,” the others shouted as Ashanti crawled around the diner.
The trucker on his back was using the boy’s ears to control him. The front of the trucker’s pants was a mess of prick leak by now. When he got off the boy, he moved around to the boy’s face and rubbed his scum-soaked crotched all over Ashanti’s nose and mouth.
“You want that, don’t you, boy? You want it bad,” he whispered. “This nigger is a born cocksucker all right,” he told the others. “He wants to slurp my dick right through my pants.”
“Plenty of time for that later boys. Right now, I think Art wants a ride.”
When the huge fat man sat on Ashanti’s back, the boy sobbed in pain. He only crawled about three feet before he collapsed onto the floor. Art cursed him and slapped him and then in anger took his cigar and put it out on one of Ashanti’s ass cheeks. The burn sent the black teen scuttling across the floor on his tummy like some kind of sea creature.
“Time to check on those eggs,” Marty announced.
Well, they had been fine until Art sat on the boy and sent him to the floor. Now, yellow egg yolk and white leaked the asshole.
“Come on, nigger, shit out the eggs. “
Ashanti squeezed, and one unbroken egg came out. Broken egg shell cut his ass lining, and egg slime mixed with cum puddled on the diner floor.
“You’re a bad nigger, you broke two eggs. Now, we gotta punish you. First, though, you lick up that mess you made.”
Ashanti licked the cum slime mixture off the floor. Then they dragged him over to the counter where Art had set up the waffle iron.
“Now, I want to be fair to the nigger boy and give him a chance so to speak. So, if he can suck off this fine young trucker here whose wife is on the rag before the iron heats up fully, he can save his dick from frying all to hell.”
It was a fine game. They stood Ashanti next to the counter, hands tied behind his back, while his big prick rested on the waffle iron. The top was then closed sandwiching his black cock inside. The trucker climbed onto the counter and lowered his pants. He had a fine white boy dick only about seven-inches long but very thick and leaking like hell. Ashanti shook with terror. Two truckers had to hold him by sticking their fingers up his battered asshole.
“Now, this here waffle iron takes about a minute to heat up real good, so you got about a minute to suck that dick before your cock starts to burn. Oh, lordy lookee at those big white nigger eyeballs roll now!”
Everyone except Ashanti laughed. The trucker presented his dick to the nigger boy’s lips, and the iron was plugged in. Ashanti felt nothing at first. He took the leaking prickhead into his mouth.
The cute trucker pouted his lips, closed his eyes and fucked his hips forward pretending Ashanti’s mouth was that of his wife’s thirteen-year-old sister.
“Come on, suck that dick…suck that dick.”
He groaned while fucking the boy’s face. Then suddenly the heat started. Just a tingle at first then a warmth. Ashanti sucked harder. He felt the dick slobber in and out of his throat. He tickled the underside of the prickhead with his tongue. He ran his tongue over the piss lips. He allowed the dickhead to ram his cheeks and gums and fuck deep down his throat. Pre-cum slime ran in long strings from his mouth and drooled down to the counter. The waffle iron was quite warm now. Ashanti squirmed uncomfortably getting a laugh from the guys. He couldn’t even pull his dick out because the padlock was hanging on the other side of the iron. Christ, they were going to roast his cock! They were going to griddle his dick! He groaned and sucked harder. The trucker fucked harder as he slammed his dick into the nigger mouth picturing the pouty mouth of his wife’s cunt sister. He’d never had the fucking virgin teen twat, but by God, he intended too first chance he got. After all, he’d only been married for two months, you can’t move too quickly on these things. The trucker threw his curly head back and rammed his dick hard into the black boy’s throat. Pre -fuck squirted out of the stuffed mouth.
Now, the waffle iron was very hot. Ashanti hopped from one large, black, naked foot to the other doing a kind of native dance. His ass tightened and bounced. He farted cum and egg. He felt his prick skin start to burn. He sucked harder. His lips and jaw aching with the effort
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” the trucker growled.
It was the best fucking blowjob he had ever gotten. He started to breath faster, his chest heaved, his hips bucked. Ashanti sucked with all his might. His prick was sizzling now, a weird sound coming from the waffle iron making it even more horrible. Ashanti screamed as he felt his dick burn red hot. He buried his face in the thick pubic bush of the white groin in front of him. The prick in his mouth thickened and bucked and splash after splash of cum spattered his throat lining. He swallowed and slurped as the trucker yelled and fucked while the griddle sizzled the black cock.
The trucker pulled back, and Ashanti screamed, his beautiful, young, black face raised to the ceiling lights in agony. They lifted the waffle iron lid and slid the prick out. It had several burn blisters on the stalk of cock flesh. Ashanti fell to the floor, a sobbing, pain-wracked mess. He wasn’t even human anymore just a heap of crap, a pile of shit.
“Now, you see boys this nigger is at last learning respect. He’s learning how niggers are supposed to feel. None of these highfalutin ideas of going to college and dating white cunt. No, sir, just a writhing mass of black cunt here on earth for one purpose only, to serve fine white boys like you and me.”
Cheers filled the diner at the end of Marty’s little speech. But everyone present now wanted to get a blowjob or fuck some black boy-pussy, so they lifted the boy’s body onto the counter and took turns filling one end or the other with cum. Ashanti was a cumdump! Art, for fun, shoved apple pie up his own dirty, fat ass, and they made Ashanti eat it from his stinking asshole. They fucked his hole with a catsup bottle, a spatula, a rolling pin, and a big cucumber. When he cried that he was thirsty, They blew their noses in his open mouth until he almost choked on snot. For one brief moment, Ashanti thought he would be saved when two young, burly police officers walked in the door.
“At last, it’s over,” he thought.
But the officers just laughed and joined in the fun. The fucking police were as prejudiced as everybody else in this part of the country. One of the cops fucked Ashanti’s asshole with the barrel of his gun, the silver magnum cutting and scraping the boy’s already asshole. They took turns slapping the boy’s balls until he screamed mindlessly in pain with a scream that was no longer human. The cops sprayed his face with spray and roared as he blindly crawled his way around the diner looking for water to wash the foul stuff out of his eyes. At they did let him his face with their piss! Ashanti and he retreated into a safe place in his mind. He felt nothing. He responded to nothing.
“Aw, fuck, he’s about had it for tonight. These niggers ain’t got no stamina! Best get him back to his dorm room.”
One of the young cops spoke up.
“Why not bring him around to the police station one of these days? Let us work him over. We won’t stand for none of this sissy stuff. We can practice our interrogation techniques.”
“Why, thank you kindly, officer. That’s a right smart idea. How does this weekend sound? You can keep him all weekend. Will you boys help stuff this sack of shit back into the trunk of my car?”
Ashanti was a fucking mess. A fucking, black mess. He had been a proud teenage college freshman, a straight A, scholarship student, but now he had been reduced to something less than a man, to something almost less than human. He had been abused and humiliated beyond belief by white racists. Everywhere the black boy turned, he found nothing but hatred and prejudice. His body had been battered and bruised, fucked and tortured. He had been treated worse than any animal and all because he was black.
Ashanti returned to his dorm room. He had crawled, bare-ass naked swinging his big, nigger balls, swollen and purple from beating, up to the second floor and down the hall to his room only to find it empty, even the mattress was gone. The room was vacant as if waiting for a new inhabitant. Ashanti didn’t know whether to feel relief or dread. He licked his full nigger lips. Did this mean they were going to send him home? Let him go and stop the blackmail that held him prisoner? Would they cease the threats to his family, or did this portend some new horror? Jeff, his studly white neighbor, gave him the answers.
“Nigger stink got too much for us. We just couldn’t stand it anymore, so we had to move you to a new room.”
Jeff’s baggy jeans hung low on his slim hips showing just the waistband of his boxer shorts. He had a smooth, strong chest with two half-dollar-sized nipples. He ran a hand through his mop of brown hair.
“Come with me, nigger. I’ll show you your new room.”
Ashanti, crawling behind the white boy, followed Jeff down the hall into the bathroom. Jeff led the black teenager over to one of the shit stalls. Ashanti noticed the stall had no door. He was amazed to see that the toilet had also been removed. All that remained was the hole in the floor. A shelf had been fixed to one of the stall walls and on the shelf were Ashanti’s books and his framed photo of his family.
“This shit stall is your new room. This is where you will sleep and study. Think how convenient it will be for you,” said Jeff, who was very cute and had a winning smile. “You can shit right in that hole there and never have to leave your room. You’re the only guy with a private toilet. Of course, it may stink in here sometimes when lots of guys come in to take dumps in the adjoining stalls but niggers like shit stink, don’t they? It reminds them of the smell of their homes.”
Ashanti hurt so badly he didn’t even have the strength to protest. He simply curled up on the cold tiled floor and closed his eyes.
“Just a minute, nigger. I ain’t quite through yet.”
Ashanti opened his eyes to see Jeff standing there with his jeans and boxers down around his knees.
“I would like you to suck on my big, old dick, you don’t mind, do you?”
Jeff had a beautiful, white boy cock, thick and meaty with a fat red circumcised head and a large piss slit.
“I was just talking to my girlfriend on the phone, and I got a really bad hard-on, so I need some relief you don’t mind helping out a buddy, do you?”
Ashanti raised his head to the fuck tool, which kept getting harder and harder. He opened his mouth and stuck out his pink nigger tongue. He ran the tongue all over the slick, soft dick stalk feeling the cock skin move over the muscle of the shaft.
“Hey, buddy, don’t forget my balls, huh?”
Ashanti lowered his head and began to lick the big, sweaty, swinging fuck sacks of the white teenager. If you had asked Ashanti a few weeks before, if he would ever consider licking a guy’s balls, he would have been incensed. Now, he took big swipes of the full low hanging, hair covered, teenage balls. The balls moved on his tongue, ball skin draped over his lips, ball hair got stuck between his teeth. Suddenly, Jeff turned around.
“Do my asshole while you’re at it. I can’t get my fucking girlfriend to suck my shithole. In fact, I’m thinking of changing girlfriends. If the dumb cunt won’t suck a guy’s asshole, what the fuck use are they? Here, my buddies are all getting their shitholes reamed out real good every night, and my stupid bitch of a twat won’t lick my crack ‘oh, that’s so dirty.’ Spread my cheeks, get your nigger tongue up my hole. That’s it, Now, suck on the asshole. Oh, that’s great. Yes, sir, I think I’ll dump the dumb twat and get myself some nice little high school bitch who appreciates a college guy and will gladly suck his asshole any time he wants it. Oh, yeah, nigger, suck that shithole. Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh, this is going to be so hot.”
Jeff stepped away from the stall and stripped off his jeans and boxers. Now, he was as naked as the black boy.
“Lay down on the floor, nigger, and put your head right over the toilet hole in the floor. This is going to be great. Now, I’ll just squat down like your face was a toilet, see. Oh man, this is way cool.”
Jeff sounded like a little boy with a new toy. Well, after all, he was a normal healthy American teenager, only eighteen, and a college freshman himself. Ashanti looked up at the white boy’s hairy asshole. His big balls hung down over the black boy’s neck.
“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for get your tongue up my asshole. Let me sit down on your nigger face like it was a toilet.”
Jeff sat down on the black boy’s face with his full weight. He even bounced mashing Ashanti’s nose and mouth into his moist, sweaty, rank, hair-lined asshole. There are some perverts out there I know who would gladly suck eighteen-year-old, sweaty, jock asshole. Some who would even gladly pay for the experience, but Ashanti was not one of these. The act disgusted him beyond measure. The smell, the feel, all of it was so gross the poor black boy wanted to die. The asshole rubbed against his lips as his tongue shoved itself into the inner ass rubbing against the rectum lining. Jeff thought about some girl he wanted to fuck and began to beat his meat. Ashanti heard the slap-slap-slap of the boy’s hand on his thick dick and felt drops of pre-cum slop onto his black chest, but all he saw and smelled and tasted was boy ass. Suddenly, his probing tongue brushed against something hard. To his utter horror, he realized it must be a shit log. Oh, my God, his tongue was bumping up against shit inside the white boy’s ass.
“Oh, yeah, you feel that, nigger, that’s a healthy shit coming. You just keep on sucking. Christ, that feels good, Jesus, it’s almost worth turning gay just to have a faggot suck your shithole. I don’t think my dick’s ever been this big. Keep sucking.”
The white jock squeezed his muscles and the log of shit pushed further down against Ashanti’s tongue. When the black boy started to withdraw his tongue, Jeff slapped his big swollen balls hard.
“Just keep sucking shit, nigger, you know you love it. It’s what niggers were born for, to suck the shit of white guys to clean their asses. And remember, by serving me you’re protecting your little brother from getting nasty white dicks up his hairless little fuckhole. Not that his daddy isn’t probably fucking the little fag every night already. I’ll bet you were sucking your daddy’s dick while you were still in the crib, ain’t that right, nigger? Momma’s tit and daddy’s dick makes nigger boys big and strong. Keep sucking.”
Poor Ashanti gulped for breath, but all he got was ass air, and the shit was now at the ass lips. The black boy’s tongue was coated with shit, and the bitter and burnt taste was revolting. He sobbed dry sobs. He had no tears left. His muscular black chest heaved beneath the white boy’s ass and thighs. He prayed to God for help, for strength, and even as he prayed, the log of shit pushed its way into his mouth.
“Come on, nigger toilet, eat my shit, chow down. Fuck I’d give anything to find a nice girlfriend who would eat my shit. It’s such a fucking hot feeling to shit into somebody’s mouth, to be taking a dump into a human mouth or in your case a nigger mouth. I hope you appreciate white man shit. It’s certainly better tasting than that nigger food you black boys make at your restaurants, soppins and chitlins and shit like that. This is good healthy jock shit. Next time we do this, I’ll make sure to eat tacos first so the shit is all runny for you that will be hysterical, a real blast watching you suck up that shit.”
Ashanti couldn’t answer since his eighteen-year-old mouth was stuffed with boy turd. He groaned and gagged didn’t know what to do as more and more shit forced its way into his mouth and down his throat. His young, black body bucked with the shock of what he was doing. His arms and legs flopped about like a fish out of water gulping for life above him. The grinning white kid whacked his meat as hard as he could slap-slap-slap.
Suddenly, Jeff pulled away and twisted around as the turd broke off and some of it dropped onto Ashanti’s neck, and the rest stuck out of his stretched mouth like a grotesque cigar. Now, the sickening, robust smell overcame both boys. Jeff howled like a drunken fan at a football game. Then he sat on Ashanti’s neck and slammed his hard dick into the nigger’s shit-stuffed mouth. The mop of brown hair hung over his face and sweat poured from his body, his half-dollar-sized nipples were hard, and the pointed nipple tips looked as if they were about to burst. He twisted his lower lip into a kind of snarl giving him a cruel, teenage beauty as he fucked the black boy’s shit-filled face.
“Swallow, swallow, swallow the fucking shit, you fucking nigger. Swallow the fucking shit, or I’ll fucking ram it down your cocksucking throat.”
Jeff rose up and bent over and face fucked Ashanti. The shit slid down the boys stretched throat along with eight inches of white boy prick.
“Come on, you fucking sewer, swallow.”
Ashanti choked, and puke and shit spurted from the sides of his stretched mouth as the big prick slammed into his face over and over. Jeff made a sound through his nose and mouth like a steam radiator each time he banged his dick and balls against the black nose and mouth. Ashanti felt turds drop from the jock’s ass onto his stomach and chest. Jeff scooped some shit up on his fingers and rammed them up Ashanti’s nose.
“Here, smell this, smell this white boy shit. Now, with his nose clogged with shit, Ashanti couldn’t breathe at all. He prayed the white jock would shoot off soon. He sucked dick as hard as he could. Shit slopped around the dick and over his tongue and into his cheeks between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck yeah…oh, fuck yeah…oh, fuck yeah…”
Ashanti knew the end was near. If only he could just not breathe for a few more seconds. His body needed air, but he merely gulped shit and his own puke. The balls pressed against his lips as the prick forced its way deeper down his throat. The thick dick pulsed in his throat and began to shoot its load.
“Oh, yeah…oh, yeah…you fucking nigger cuntface…you fucking slop bucket…you darkie dick ditch. Ooohhh, I’m cumming…I’m cumming.”
Jeff’s muscular body shook with the power of his orgasm His handsome back arched as he threw his well-toned legs back and lay down right on top of the black boy while his fat prick sprayed fuck sauce into the nigger throat. Finally, it was over. Jeff pulled out and stood up. He looked down at his own shit and sweat-streaked body, at his shit-covered dick.
“Jesus Christ, that’s gross. Fuck it, man, I gotta take a shower and fast. See you later, nigga.”
He turned to go.
“Massa, may I shower too, please?”
Ashanti begged, shit and cum dripping from his turd clogged mouth. Jeff shook his handsome head.
“What the fuck for? You smell better covered with white man’s shit than you do with your own nigger stink. No, you just stay that way let the other guys see what a pig you really are. You just curl up in your nice new room and get some sleep. Tonight, we need you to call home, so your family knows you are all right and having a fun time here at college.”
Ashanti curled into a black ball. Whether his smooth ebony skin shook from dry sobs or dry heaves, even he didn’t know. He was a toilet, a living toilet, that’s all he knew. He was a fucking shit dump for white boys. At least it could get no worse. Nothing could get more horrible than this nothing.
To say Ashanti felt discomfort would be putting it mildly. He was in extreme pain, but the torture was commonplace now for the eighteen-year-old black student. The pain was a constant companion along with humiliation and sexual degradation.
Ashanti squatted with a foot on each of two chairs. The chairs were separated by about three feet forcing him to struggle to keep his balance. He was naked, of course. Squatting like that astride the two chairs allowed his huge Negro scrotum to hang down long and full. He held his long prick out of the way to give the college boys a clear shot at his ball bag.
They were throwing tennis balls trying to hit his nuts. When a ball thrown with extreme force did strike his scrotum, and he tumbled from his perch wracked with pain, the students fell apart with laughter.
“Come, nigger, crawl back up there. Hurry up, I can’t let this son of a bitch win again.”
And Ashanti would squeeze his eyes shut to obliterate the pain in his swollen fuck sack and crawl back up. The pain in his nuts was unbelievably mindboggling. And the torment never stopped. Ashanti thought about his day and the activities around the dorm.
When left alone, he was confined to the toilet stall that now served as his room. A thick chain from the lock in his foreskin had been attached to the toilet paper dispenser. He had been reduced to being an animal which to the white boys was as it should be. To them niggers were animals.
Between classes, he did his chores, which this day had included washing the dirty jockstraps of at least twenty college students. As Ashanti sucked and licked the scum-laden dick pouches, every now and then, one of the rednecks would check on his work just to make sure that before he put a filthy sweat and piss and cum-soaked jockstrap into the washer that he had carefully sucked on the pick pouch. ‘Spot removal treatment’ the boys had laughingly called it.
Later in the day, Ashanti had been allowed, no, ordered to call home so as not to alarm his parents. He looked forward to hearing a friendly, loving voice, but even this experience had turned into a nightmare. The white college jocks had made the unfortunate black boy shove an eighteen-inch-long, six-inch diameter dildo up his asshole. The pain was excruciating, and Ashanti actually passed out when the fake dick was halfway in. They kicked and slapped him awake. When the dildo was entirely in stretching and churning up Ashanti’s guts, one of the boys began to fuck it in and out of Ashanti’s ass. It was then they told him to telephone his mom.
He knelt on the floor on his knees and chest, and his hands reaching back to hold his ass cheeks wide apart. The phone lay next to his face, which was pressed into the carpet. Behind him, a huge bruiser of a jock rammed the eighteen-inch rubber prick in and out of his black ass-pussy as hard as he could, grunting with each plunge. Ashanti tried to sound casual and happy as he spoke, and the soft, warm, gentle voice of his mother soothed him and brought tears to his eyes. Tears that mingled with those of the pain of being ass fucked. He had a script he had been taught. A script from which he dares not deviate. He told his mom school was wonderful, and that he had made lots of new friends. Then poor Ashanti received a shock.
His mom said, “You know, some of your new friends from college come from our hometown, isn’t it a small world? They’ve been nice enough to come calling on your father and me and even offered to take your little brother to the waterpark.”
Ashanti almost choked. He had visions of those evil white bastards ramming their bloated pricks into his little brother’s preteen, virgin ass, fucking him unconscious, and he knew he was really trapped.
“Is something wrong, Ashanti? You sound strange.”
“No, Mom, I’ve got a little cold that’s all.”
Yeah right, and an eighteen-inch dildo up my asshole.
“Your brother wants to talk with you.”
“Yeah, put him on. I’d love to talk with him too.”
Ashanti’s sweet, little, nine-year-old brother took the phone. He sounded as happy and vibrant as ever.
“Your college friends are so nice they even took me to lunch.”
The cold sweat of fear coursed its way down Ashanti’s naked torso.
“They’re a little old for you, honey. You’re not even a teenager yet. You don’t wanna become too attached to them.”
“They say I’m very mature for my age and they tell me I’m handsome.”
Karl, one of the jocks, took the phone away from Ashanti and then kneeling down shoved his thick, throbbing, pink prick into the black boy’s mouth. While face fucking the kid, he spoke with Ashanti’s brother.
“Hi, honey, you must be Ashanti’s little brother.”
He shoved his leaking prick balls deep down the nigger throat. Ashanti, still being brutally ass fucked, gagged and sucked cock.
“Yeah, Ashanti talks about you all the time. He says you are the cutest little thing. What are you wearing right now, honey?”
Ashanti cried as he was soundly face fucked by the white jock.
“You’re wearing a tee shirt and shorts. Is it hot where you are? Yeah, it’s sweltering here too, so hot none of us are wearing any clothes at all. Yeah, your brother too. He’s naked as a little baby. Yeah, I’m naked too.”
Karl fucked between those nigger lips imagining it to be a black pre-teen ass.
“Yeah, you have to come down to visit. I can’t promise we won’t take our clothes off though if it gets really hot. You think that’s funny, huh?”
Eventually, Karl hung up and concentrated on mouth fucking the nigger slave. Another jock removed the dildo and shoved his fat stubby dick into the black ass-pussy. Ashanti was getting fucked from both ends.
“Oh, yeah, I can tell, nigger. Your little brother is ready for cock. I could almost hear his small ass lips fluttering while he talked to me.
“Suck that dick, nigger scum. Suck it harder.
“Yeah, he wants it all right. He’s probably dick-crazy half the day. I’ll bet he sucks off half the boys in the sixth grade and his virgin hole is just screaming for attention. That is if your daddy hasn’t already gotten to it.”
Karl fucked violently as his pubic hair scraped Ashanti’s nose and the long, fat fuck sausage reamed out his throat and the sweaty, bloated college boy balls swung beneath his chin.
“Take my cum, you black bitch you.”
He shot off into the nigger mouth spraying a load of ball juice meant for the black boy’s brother. He pulled out his still spraying prick and rubbed it all over Ashanti’s face.
“We’re gonna get your faggot brother down here for a little visit, nigger, and he’ll learn how to appreciate good Southern white boy dick.
After the phone call, Ashanti was allowed to crawl back to his toilet room after he had, of course, licked clean the dildo that had been up in his ass and sucked the prick of the boy who had been fucking his boy-cunt including sucking his own ass slime. The boys thought that was really funny. On his way back, however, Stuart, one of the lesser sadistic college boys passed Ashanti in the hall.
“Steve wants you in his room right away. He’s outraged you better get your black ass over there.”
“Thank you, suh,” Ashanti mumbled and crawled faster.
“Oh, Ashanti,” Stuart said in his friendly polite manner, “I’ve got to study for a big history test tomorrow, and I would really love to have my balls licked while I slave away. Could you manage to come around, say about seven and give my fuck bags a nice licking?”
“I’d be happy to, suh!” Ashanti said still crawling away.
Ashanti crawled to Steve’s door and knocked.
Ashanti swung the door open to see a bare-ass naked Steve on his narrow dorm bed, fucking the shit out of some girl. Steve was a big muscular bruiser with a hairy chest and ass. He was currently ramming his prick up the stretched pussy of a girl less than half his size.
“It’s about fucking time you got here. Crawl over here and lick my nuts while I fuck LouAnn here. Ashanti stretched out his long thick tongue and took swipes of the big swinging balls as Steve continued to fuck. Cock slop and pussy juice leaked down onto the swinging scrotum and into Ashanti’s mouth. He felt terrible — so low, so degraded.
“Oh, God you’re so huge, Steve” the girl wailed. “Is the nigger really doing it, honey. Is he sucking your balls?”
“Damn straight! He’d better do a fucking good job of it too.
“Christ, what a fine fuck you are LouAnn. Your boyfriend is right, you’re one of the best fucks I have ever had. Ashanti, lick my dick on the outstrokes. Get your nigger tongue up in there and lick fuck with us.”
As the boy and girl grunted and groaned in sexual ecstasy Ashanti forced his face up between the fucking bodies and every time Steve slid his gigantic pink prick out of the sloppy pussy, Ashanti would lick the scum from the dick shaft.
“You like that taste, don’t you nigger? You like the taste of white fucking.”
Steve arched his back.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
“Steve, no, you promised you wouldn’t shoot in me. You promised! What about my boyfriend? What if I get pregnant? NO, STEVE!”
“Oh, fuck, bitch, I’m gonna make a fucking baby in your belly.
“Suck up that fuck snot, nigger.
“Oh, yeah, Jesus, this is the best.”
Steve was in fuck heaven. Cum splattered out of the fucked cunt all over Ashanti’s poor nigger face. Then mid-spurt, Steve pulled his dick out of the girl’s cunt and rammed it into the black boy’s mouth.
“Oh, yeah. You know, your nigger mouth is better than a cunt.”
All three slumped in sexual exhaustion. Even Ashanti’s big black prick strained at the lock for release just the smell and closeness of a girl did that to him. With one barefoot, Steve shoved Ashanti off the bed onto the floor.
“Off the bed, nigger. Fuck, now I gotta change the sheets I got nigger on them.”
He apparently thought nothing of his fat flaccid prick drooling after fuck all over the bed or of the girls leaking pussy. She sat there looking down at her cunt very confused.
“You asshole, you fucking asshole, you promised not to cum in me. What if I get pregnant?”
“That’s what you get, bitch, for fooling around with one of the biggest dicks on campus. Besides, you know you love it. That little six incher on your boyfriend can’t begin to satisfy you.”
“Fuck!” blurted LouAnn as she crawled off the bed. “Look at the cock on the nigger. That’s gotta be thicker than my arm. How can any girl take that?”
“Twats ain’t taking it anymore. That’s why we got a lock on the fucking thing. For Christ’s sake LouAnn, what the fuck are you doing?”
The college freshman was sitting on the floor legs spread using tissues to scoop the cum out of her stretched pussy. She dug her fingers in as far as she could and slopped out wads of fuck snot until she had a pile of soaking tissues.
“There, that’s most of it I think.”
“Nigger this room is a mess!” Steve bellowed. “Crawl on over there and eat those fuck-soaked tissues.”
Ashanti looked aghast.
“I’ll get sick,” he said quietly.
“You puke, and you’ll lick up your vomit too. Now eat the fucking cum-soaked tissues. I don’t want them around my room.”
“Oh, Steve, he won’t really eat them will he?”
“You bet your sweet pussy he will. You better be eating in five seconds, nigger.”
Steve sat on the edge of the bed playing with this dick. The room smelled of sweaty cock and cum.
Ashanti put one soggy fuck-soaked tissue to his mouth. He smelled the bleached smell of the cum and the rank smell of the cunt. He gagged but began to chew on the tissue anyway. He had no choice. The two amused college kids sat and watched the nigger eat all the soiled tissues.
“There now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Steve who was once again jacking his bid dirty dick into full erection. “Now, lay down on the floor both of you so I can alternate strokes with my dick from her asshole to your mouth.”
“You’re not gonna ass fuck me are you, Steve?”
“Course I am, bitch. Like I said, five strokes in your asshole and then five strokes in his mouth. I wanna see which feels better.”
“But I didn’t expect this, Steve. My asshole is not really clean. I mean way inside.”
“Fuck, that will make it even more fun, especially for the nigger. Now, both of you get down on the floor. Put your ass about the same height as his face. Now, get ready cause my dick is about to do some big-time fucking.”
It was a nightmare for Ashanti having Steve’s big shit streaked dick fucking his face filling his mouth with LouAnn’s ass slime. He couldn’t take it, and he did puke. Steve never stopped fucking. He just fucked into the vomit spewing out of Ashanti’s mouth choking the poor nigger on his own puke as the prick splashed in and out of the vomit pool filling Ashanti’s mouth. Now, the room stank of shit and puke, and boy sweat and girl sex, and nigger. Steve fucked hard and long and thankfully came up LouAnn’s asshole rather than in Ashanti’s mouth. The black boy and the room were a mess. Steve grabbed a towel.
“I’m taking a shower. See you, LouAnn. Say hi to your boyfriend for me. Nigger, when I get back, I wanna see every drop of slop on this floor licked up. I want this floor spotless.”
Towel over his shoulder, he sauntered into the hall, his fat, flaccid dick swinging.
“Guys, what creeps.”
LouAnn started to gather up her clothes and then she looked down at Ashanti on the floor.
“Jesus, what a dick. Do me a favor, make it hard for me, really hard. I wanna see how big it gets.”
“I can’t make it hard it’s got a lock through it as you can see. If I try to make it hard, it will really hurt and tear at my foreskin.”
“Do it anyway. It might be fun.”
“I can’t. It hurts too much.”
“Do it, or I’ll tell every guy on this floor you put your nigger hands on me and touched my pussy.”
Ashanti’s eyes filled with tears yet again for the umpteenth time today. He reached down and wrapped one large hand around his thick dick. As the girl watched, he began to frig his prick.
“Come on, faster,” Lou Ann purred.
He stroked harder. The big dickhead was now pushing against the locked foreskin, and the pain started. The dick kept growing, and the pain got worse. Terrible pain as the prick sought to burst out into freedom and couldn’t. The skin around the dickhead became tight, and it felt like he had a hundred rubber bands around his cock. He screamed in pain as he continued jacking his dick. Fuck pleasure filled his fuck tube, but the pain was too great, and he knew he would blackout. The big lock swung from the cockhead. The dick was nine inches and almost ripping through the foreskin. Ashanti screamed. Both turned to look at the door as Steve stormed into the room, kicking Ashanti in the face with one naked foot. The nigger fell back onto the floor.
“What the fuck is going on?” he shouted.
“Oh, Steve, it was horrible. I was trying to leave when the nigger started playing with himself and telling me he wanted to fuck my pussy. He said the most terrible things to me about his dick and all the white girls he has fucked. He kept rubbing himself. It was awful.”
“Well, I can see that the dick lock is not enough to restrain the animal. We’re going to have to have a dorm meeting to decide how to punish the nigger pig and also what to do about that nasty prick of his.”
Steve repeatedly kicked Ashanti in the stomach and balls until the black boy slipped into merciful unconsciousness.
Ashanti was dragged from the trunk of the Buick and hauled, dazed and confused, into the police station. He wore a short, skimpy towel around his waist revealing much of his muscular, ebony, eighteen-year-old torso. He was an impressive hunk of black, teenage, college freshman, all smooth muscles, and hard ridges, well-developed pecs, huge hands and feet, palms and soles light colored that contrasted with the midnight hue of the rest of his muscular frame. His legs were strong and showed the signs of athletic prowess, and his hard, tight, black ass, now hidden beneath the towel, rode high and proud.
However, a closer look at the boy being dragged between two white jock college kids revealed that all was not well with Ashanti. He had a dazed look in his big eyes. His thick lips looked swollen and raw. The nipples on his pecs were a sight. The nipples were stretched beyond belief and stuck out like pig teats, all pink and and so pouty they looked as if they might hold milk. The boy’s massive, black, hairless chest heaved with effort. His tight stomach contracted and as he was dragged through the police station the towel fell from his slim, hard hips.
Now, his cock and balls could be seen. His dick hung flaccid but abnormally long. The foreskin stretched a full inch beyond the cockhead. Where a padlock fastened through holes in the dick skin had once been fastened, a rough rope was now tied. The holes punched in the foreskin had been stretched large and ugly. The balls too had been worked on and hung low and corpulent in a sack that had been stretched to its limit. It swung and slapped the floor as the black boy was dragged by the two energetic, laughing college boys.
“Here he is just as promised,” one of the boys shouted as heads turned to investigate the noisy intrusion.
Ashanti was flung onto the cold stone floor before the desk of the police officer on watch. Jerry Caldwell, the shift captain, came out of his office hiking his trousers up over his huge beer gut, but the weight of the gun belt and weapon just pulled the blue pants down below the mountain of the belly. Jerry spat some chaw wad into the spittoon and sauntered over to the nigger on the floor.
“Well ain’t that a pretty sight. So is this the college nigger that is causing all the commotion over at the university? You think you college material, nigger? You so uppity you think you can compete?”
Jerry nudged Ashanti with one cowboy boot.
“We caught him trying to fuck a white girl in one of the dorm rooms,” one of the white jocks offered.
Ashanti crawled to his knees.
“That’s not true, sir. She tried to—”
Jerry Caldwell’s boot caught the boy right in the ball sack. The whole scrotum slapped against one black thigh with terrible force. Ashanti fell back swallowing a scream and trying to keep from throwing up. He knew by now that if he puked, he’d have to lick it up.
“You speak when you are spoken to, nigger. Let’s get that straight right away. I’m afraid these college boys have been too easy on you. That’s your fucking problem. Give a nigger an inch they’ll take over the whole neighborhood.”
Now as Ashanti lay on his back, Jerry used the toe of the snakeskin boot to stroke the boy’s heavy balls. The lingering pain from the nut kick still twisted through Ashanti’s body, but the pain itself was submerged beneath growing fear of worse to come.
“Jesus Christ, you boys have been working his nuts good that’s for sure. They hanging down like bull’s balls.”
“We have tug-o-wars with his ball bag almost every night,” the smiling jock offered.
“What’s with the rope through his dick skin?”
“That was meant to keep his big, stinking filthy, animal, nigger dick in control, but it didn’t do much good. We had a padlock in there too. Maybe you can come up with a better sex deterrent, so he doesn’t go raping decent white cunt.”
“Shit,” Jerry drawled, “If I had my druthers, we’d cut off every nigger dick in the county that would control them. That could still work. Niggers don’t need dicks anyway. What for, so they can make more babies to get welfare? Maybe we should geld him.”
The boot now played with the long hose of Ashanti’s big dick, flipping it back and forth from thigh to thigh where it lay curled like a sleeping snake.
“Well, let’s get him in the back room away from the good citizens of our fair town so we can commence his training in ‘Proper Respect for Law Enforcement Officers.’ ”
The black boy was dragged into a dull green room with metal furniture where ten or twelve blue-uniformed policemen smoked and drank coffee while playing cards. Weary, bloodshot eyes scrutinized the black boy’s bare-assed body, as it lay crumpled on the floor in the center of the room. Dicks of husbands and fathers got stiff with the lust of sexual power and domination. A fuck lust unique in its promise and its thrills.
“The boys at the college brought us a toy to play with for a while. We supposed to teach this nigger manners now that’s an oxymoron, ain’t it? Nigger manners. But I guess we’ll do our best to instill some proper behavior in the buck. First, nigger, I want you to drawl to each and every officer in the room and lick their shoes to show your respect for the law.”
Ashanti began a slow, painful crawl toward the first policeman, but Jerry didn’t like the boy’s posture. He thwacked the kid hard across the ass with a huge ebony nightstick. Ashanti howled in pain and fell flat.
“When you crawl, nigger, you arch your back, so your big, ugly, nigger ass sticks way up. You spread your legs, so your big, black balls and prick swing back and forth as you crawl. You keep your nose to the ground. And while you crawl you hum, Old Man River. Now, show us.”
Ashanti did as ordered, to protect his vulnerable family and especially his brother from harm. This was why he didn’t just kill himself or run away. He was trapped by forces beyond his control and his skin color. He crawled from man to man licking the dust from the black uniform shoes. Some officers were even kind enough to present the soles of the shoes to the black boy for licking.
“Good, now that you’ve shown respect, we gonna reward you. Gonna reward you with some nice police dick to suck.”
Zippers opened, and pants dropped. Ten officers sat on metal folding chairs with their cocks and balls hanging down talking about baseball and politics, and the tits on Trudy over at Art’s Diner. Ashanti who has sucked lots of dick in the past weeks crawled from one policeman to the next and took their cocks in his thick-lipped mouth. Each cock had its own smell and taste, some soapy and fresh, some stale and sweaty, some salty, and some with a piss flavor. Some cop dick was huge, other pricks medium and still others stubby and fat. Ashanti was careful not to neglect the sweaty, hairy ball bags of the cops. He’d been punished before by the college boys for not paying enough attention to the scrotum area. He licked balls and sucked dicks while the cops drank coffee and chatted. Soon the nigger’s face was streaked with pre-cum, and some of the cops had pulled out and shot their loads into his nappy hair.
“I swear,” a young, red-headed officer of about twenty-four, shouted to his buddies, “niggers suck cock better than female whores.”
“It’s those thick lips designed for dick slurping. I believe God put niggers on this earth to suck dick. That’s why he gave them those fat lips.”
The young redhead arched up in his chair and blasted a full load of cum into Ashanti’s throat.
“Well, fuck me, this one sure remembers how to do it. Christ that was better than my wife any day.”
An older cop kidded the young redhead,” I don’t know, Red, I think you wife sucks dick pretty good.”
All the guys laughed as Red wiped his dick slime off across Ashanti’s face and then pushed him to the next cop whose fat fucker slab was drooling pre-cum.
“When was the last time you had a nigger cocksucker service you?” one of the cops asked,
“Last week, when we stopped that little buckwheat for skateboarding in the mall, we dragged the kid back to the car and made him blow both of us in the rear seat. Shit, it was his first dick. You should have heard the little pickaninny cry. I told the black bastard it was good practice for when he had to suck his older brothers and daddy. I thought he’d choke to death on the load Pete shot — clogged the little fucker’s throat real good. I swear the nigger baby’s tummy was bloated with cum. I told him next time we caught him skateboarding, we were gonna fuck his little, black ass.”
“Speaking of black ass, look at the mounds on that nigga, look how they bounce when he slurps cock. That ass is just begging for a good fuck.”
Ashanti had sucked the dicks the best he knew how hoping that no one would think about fucking him, but it wasn’t to be. In the last week, he had been turned from a healthy, African American teen with a natural lust for girls, into a fucked out cumdump of a boy-cunt. His young asshole had had so many college and high school boy dicks up it that he lost count of how many horny, young boys had shot their baby-makers up his boy-cunt.
They threw him over one of the tables. With his head hanging off one end so he could still be fed dick by those who preferred it while others started to go to work on his ass. When he raised his hands in protest, they cuffed him. Then while he sucked cock and balls of officers standing over his head, others lifted and spread his muscular legs and rammed their pulsing pricks up his tender and sore asshole. While they fucked, they slapped his balls to keep him bucking and giving a good hump.
“Tighten that pussy, faggot bitch,” one cop screamed. The problem wasn’t so much a loose pussy but a small prick.
Jerry had left the room for a while but returned to check on Ashanti’s progress. While he observed, he reached down to milk Ashanti’s stretched nipples, twisting and pulling on them while the boy was fucked from both ends. Somebody else tugged on the rope through Ashanti’s foreskin until the boy bellowed around the thick dick invading his tormented throat.
When all ten cops had unloaded twice once down the boy’s throat, and once up his asscunt, Jerry took his big nightstick and roughly shoved it up Ashanti’s ass. It stretched the ass lips to the limit, and the stick was forced in a good twelve inches; twelve inches of unbending, ungiving nightstick. Ashanti screamed until he was hoarse and then blacked out. They revived him by pouring cold coffee over his cum-covered face. He lay there twitching on the table with the nightstick sticking from his battered asshole.
“That’s a good little nigger. You’re learning to respect the friendly policeman. Does that nightstick feel like your daddy’s dick up your cunt, huh? Do you miss daddy’s big black dick? I’ll bet your big, black daddy fucked his boy until the day he left for college, didn’t he? Did he give you a nice goodbye fuck? How many times a week did your daddy fuck you, Ashanti? Your answer better be a good one.”
“Every day, suh,” Ashanti lied knowing the truth would only bring more pain.
“That’s a good little nigger boy, you see the truth is always best. All the boys in your family take turns fucking your little brother too, don’t they?” Jerry asked while twisting the stick up Ashanti’s ass causing the black boy to grunt and heave on the table.
“Yes, suh, we all fucked him all the time.”
Ashanti cringed at the very thought of his sweet, little brother abused in any way. His family was a particularly moral one.
“I’ll bet you fucked his asshole while your daddy fucked his mouth, that right boy?”
Jerry was rubbing the lump in his own pants now. Some of the cops were hard and leaking again.
“Yes, suh, I fucked my little brother’s asshole most every day while my daddy fucked his mouth.”
The officers were masturbating openly.
“That’s fucking disgusting, “Red said pulling and twisting the nigger’s huge, pink dick.
“Welcome to niggerville. They’re all inbred and fuck their own that’s why they’re so damn retarded. They just can’t keep their dicks out of any hole. You fucked your momma too didn’t you, Ashanti?”
Ashanti couldn’t bring himself to say it until Jerry slammed a fist into swollen ball bag. Ashanti screamed in pain.
“Yes, suh, I fucked my mamma’s cunt all the time.”
Jerry clipped the rope through Ashanti’s dick then. While he talked, he massaged the big black prick.
“You and your baby brother been fucked by the family dog too, right?”
“Yes, suh, we all been fucked by the dog.”
“Big slimy dog prick going up your little brother’s tiny hole and you licking the dog’s balls to keep the rutting going while your daddy fucks brother’s mouth and mama spreading over your brother’s face to get her cunt sucked. That’s the way your family did it almost every night.”
Red leaned in.
“Lookee that nigger’s prick is getting hard. Shit, it must be true.”
Ashanti lay sobbing on the table while the nightstick was fucked in and out of his stretched out asshole and his prick weaved and bobbed in the air from Jerry’s masturbating.
“Course, it’s true,” Jerry crooned
Jerry scooped pre-fuck from Ashanti’s dick and fed it to the black boy.
“Ashanti here had the official duty of sucking doggie cum out of his brother’s cunt.”
Huge tears rolled down Ashanti’s smooth, black face and muddied up the dried spunk and dick slime. Jerry spat a massive gob into Ashanti’s face and invited the other cops to do likewise. Soon the eighteen-year-old face was awash with tobacco-infused spit. One of the cops brought the spittoon over. They tilted it up and made Ashanti drink the slime from the container. He gagged and puked then, so they beat the soles of his feet and rammed the nightstick deeper into his guts until he licked up all the vomit.
The cops were getting damned tired from all their activity, so they decided to rest while Ashanti had a little fun. They agreed to let the black boy suck his own dick for pleasure. They forced the boy’s legs back over his head with the nightstick still thrusting out from between his beautiful ass globes. They bent his body almost double and pushed until three inches of his own thick, fat prick entered his mouth.
“Suck your dick, nigger, shoot a load of baby scum down your own throat.”
Ashanti sucked his own cock. At one point, six inches of his own prick was rammed into his mouth while cops bounced on his thighs to get more in. He felt as if his back would snap, and he begged and pleaded for mercy, but mercy only came after he has sucked his own dick to a powerful orgasm.
They decided to reward him by making him an official member of the police force. They ordered him to stand at attention. A terrible effort for the beaten, fucked out, black boy. Jerry approached the trembling teen with a shiny metal badge. He held the badge up.
“This badge makes you an official mascot of our force.” He announced
The other officer applauded. Jerry jabbed the pin on the back of the badge through Ashanti’s swollen, stretched, pink, right sow nipple. Ashanti screamed in agony and threw his body forward only to be held still and upright by two burly cops. Jerry closed the pin and let the heavy badge dangle from the tortured tit. Then he produced a second badge.
“No…oh, God…please…for the love of God. Don’t…oh, Jesus…help me…” Ashanti wailed almost out of his mind as the second badge pierced his left nipple.
A third badge was produced and Ashanti mindless now with pain tried to crawl from the room with the badges in his tits swinging. He was dragged back, kicking and screaming, and held down while the third badge was jammed through the skin of his ballbag. Somebody started fucking the nightstick harder into his guts. He was a writhing mass of pain.
“Black boys gotta learn how to behave in society. You can do all kinds of filthy stuff that you want to with your nigger homeboys, but when you out with decent white folks, you gotta behave proper-like. You don’t ever look no white woman in the face got that? You don’t ever grope and touch your grotesque nigger dick in public like you black animals do, always squeezing and adjusting your dicks in front of people. Now, we gonna fix that hard-on white-cunt raping problem you got at least temporarily.”
Jerry produced a large needle threaded with thick, sturdy black thread. He jammed the needle into the dick skin of the terrified, screaming boy. He proceeded to sew the foreskin together leaving just a small hole to piss through. Ashanti mumbled incoherent jabbering that the cops mocked as African chants.
“That looks gorgeous, Jerry, but that dick is still pretty big. Even flaccid he can still do some damage.”
“Hang on there, Pete, I ain’t finished yet. You see, we now fold the skin of the ballbag up around the dick. We bury the prick in the sack and then sew the ball sack together around the pick. We leave just a bit of the ball sack flesh open so the boy can piss out, but he sure can’t get a hard-on this way without lots of fucking pain. Maybe, now he’ll be able to concentrate on his schoolwork instead of dreaming about fucking every white girl in his class.”
Everybody agreed that they wanted to fuck the nigger again so the nightstick was pulled out and Ashanti was forced to lick it clean. The dazed boy endured another ninety minutes of brutal ass fucking. The fucked out boy lay in a pool of fuck slime on the metal table. The cops buckled up.
Jerry’s thirteen-year-old son stopped by to see his dad along with three school friends and Jerry insisted they all fuck the nigger. Two of the boys were shy, but Jerry insisted they were old enough to learn how to treat niggers. It was the very first fuck for two of the boys. The two others had fucked girls in the eighth grade, and the nigger ass felt smooth and strange. The fucked out rectum was much too stretched to give them a tight fuck, but it was fun nonetheless.
Ashanti shook his head to clear it and stop the room from spinning. He forced some clogged cum from his gums with his tongue. He sniffed back the snot, spit and puke. He lifted his handsome head and looked around. The cops were gone. Maybe, he could, at last, go back to his toilet stall in the dorm and get some sleep. Then a bell rang somewhere and the night shift came on, and ten new cops poured into the green room.
And the fuck fest began again.
Ashanti was being punished. His muscular, black body, naked of course, the natural state for the nigger boy since his submission under the rule of the white bigot college boys and practically the entire fucking white southern college town, was bent into a ball. He had thought his back would break when they first had done it to him. They sat on his back — big, hulking, college jocks pushing his face down toward his own dick. They did not relent until they achieved their purpose of getting over three inches of his own big, fat, black, nigger cock stuffed into his own mouth. Not only that, but the bastards had superglued his thick, sensual lips to the dick skin so that he could not get the dick out and he could not unbend to stretch. His back was wracked by so much pain that he howled all night like a wounded animal, which, after all, what he was. It wasn’t the fault of the white college jocks, it was Ashanti’s fault for misbehaving, and now, he had to be punished.
They had been playing an innocent enough game of ‘Pony Express’ in which the dorm jocks mostly clad in only their underwear rode the bare-assed nigger up and down the dorm hall beating his ass with a ping pong paddle. They raced him, and the boy who got the fastest time got a blowjob from those sweet nigga’ lips. Ashanti, who was so fucked up by now and so submissive, was doing anything to avoid more pain and abuse. He crawled as fast as he could until his knees were raw. But, of course, as the race progressed, the black horse boy became fatigued, his big tits heaved, and his battered ass roared with pain.
“Come on, you fucking nigger, you can go faster than this. Crawl, you motherfucker! Crawl, you cocksucking cum rag!” Jeff shouted.
Jeff slammed the paddle hard as he could with his big jock arm against the nigger’s tender, tight, black ass. Ashanti’s big eyes rolled in his head, he blubbered and drooled, struggling to carry the boy to victory as he crawled as fast as he could.
“If you don’t win this race for me, you cunt-lipped jig, I’m going to shove a ballpoint pen up your pisshole, how would you like that?”
Ashanti screamed and crawled faster. Jeff did win, and he got the best time. You see what a little healthy encouragement can do. The white college jock knelt over Ashanti’s face and fed him dick — stinking, sweaty, jock dick, and Ashanti hungrily sucked and slurped the white cock knowing he had to give an expert blowjob or he would be punished. The jock shot ropes of cum down the eighteen-year-old black boy’s throat. Ashanti swallowed obediently.
Next, the ten boys decided to see how much weight Ashanti could lift with his stretched out nipples. They tightly fastened heavy clamps onto his big, fat, sow titties and then attached stout twine to them and began to hang weights from the . Each time they a new weight they would make the nigger kneel up until his nipples lifted the from the floor. This was a game they played often. So often, in fact, that the nipples were now stretched permanently almost two inches out from his chest like fucking sow teats! He was a fucking freak. If he ever survived this ordeal, he would never be able to go shirtless in public again. If , indeed…
The only trouble was, each time they played they insisted that he lift more weight with his tits than the previous time. His nigger nipples were now like fucking rubber nipples on a baby bottle. Along with the punched hole in the foreskin of his dick that usually contained a padlock, but on this night also contained a chain with weights attached to stretch the foreskin to freakish lengths.
They had drilled through the inside of his nose so they could have a bone inserted to have him resemble an old-time African warrior. Weak, young, handsome Ashanti was a really disgusting mess. He couldn’t breathe right with the bone through his nose. He had to gulp air through his swollen bruised lips that were sore from sucking so much dick. They hadn’t forgotten his big, fat, nigger bag either. They were jealous because the boy had such a huge scrotum and such full, plump nuts, so they stuck twelve, fucking huge safety pins through the skin of his nut sack.
Well, readers, if you are shocked, look at it this way. A college boy has to have some wild fun so he can work it out of his system. Since most colleges have done away with fraternity hazing, the college boys have to find some way to let off steam. What could be better at a white southern campus than a personal nigger toy to play with?
Ashanti screamed with agony at the weight on his tits, and the boys roared with laughter while kicked and punched him. They bent him over and shoved a huge cucumber up his asshole. “Come on, come on, nigger, you can take it.” Jeff urged while fucking the veggie up Ashanti’s stretched, black ass canal. “After all, you’ve already had over a hundred pricks up that slop hole cunt.”
It was true. Ashanti had been fucked non-stop for the last week, first by the police, then some of the teachers at school, and then over forty jocks. If he didn’t give each and every one a good fuck, he was punished horribly. He had been turned into a fucking whore, a cock slut, a cumdump, a fuckhole!
Sometime during the cucumber fucking, he had lost it. I mean really lost it. He broke away and with the weights hanging from his stretched out nipples and foreskin swinging, his big, black cock hanging heavy and swinging and safety pins gleaming from his black ball bag, the boy had exerted some hidden store of energy and thrown off his tormentors. He had climbed to his big, handsome, naked feet and run down the hall of the dorm toward the third-floor window intending to hurl himself through it and kill himself rather than take any more pain.
Well, of course, the boys couldn’t have that. That would spoil their fun and cause all kinds of trouble by bringing the State Police in. Oh, they would be able to pass the fatality off as “Only African American student at southern college commits suicide over failing grades” or some such trash, and then they would have had to find a new toy. No, this would not do at all. They tackled the black tar baby and sat on him. He was hysterical, a blithering idiot foaming at the mouth in the throes of some kind of seizure. Jeff grabbed the bone in the boy’s nose and yanked, which was followed by a blood-curdling scream that echoed up and down the corridor. After the nigger calmed down, Jeff sat on the boy’s stomach and tugged at his swollen raw elongated nipples. He stuck safety pins through the rubbery brown nipple flesh.
“We warned you what would happen if you fucked up and if you disobeyed us. Now your family suffers for your sins.”
Ashanti had begged to be forgiven, begged for his family and their safety, but it did no good. His dick was super glued to his mouth, and he was locked in a dog cage in the basement of the dorm. The sewer pipes were adjusted so that whenever a boy took a shit, it fell through the pipe and out onto Ashanti’s head. Soon his body was floating in a pool of human shit and his own belly filled with his piss.
This was not his punishment. Oh, no! Oh, no indeed! They had warned him they had to keep the black ass fucker in line. They dragged his shit-covered body from the cage, and they hosed him off. He couldn’t even stand up straight his back was so stiff. They used dissolver to get rid of the glue. His lips were raw where the skin peeled off as was his dick flesh. They then let him crawl upstairs where they allowed him to take a shower with warm water and soap and then had him dress. He didn’t understand until they showed him who was sitting in one of the dorm rooms. His little brother. His little baby brotherr! He sobbed just looking at him.
“We warned you,” Jeff sneered, “That if you crossed us and weren’t a good, we would take it out on your little brother. That little boy is about to get fucked by twenty college boys!”
Ashanti’s face twisted in tortured agony. He trembled and tried to break free of their hold.
“It won’t do any good to fight. There is nothing you can do. Imagine, twenty big, fat, college pricks plowing into his tiny, hairless, virgin fuckhole and, of course, mouth too. And it’s entirely your fault because you wouldn’t play with us.”
Ashanti wailed on his knees, his hands clasped in prayer before his white masters, totally broken now, their humble nigger slave.
“Please, Massa, suh, give me another chance, suh.”
Jeff lifted Ashanti’s big balls with one foot.
“Oh, we’ll give you another chance after the little bitch gets his pussy stretched out by dick.”
“Please, Massa, he’s just a little boy. Please, Massa, don’t punish him. Please, suh.
“Oh, get real, nigger, the black-assed, little cock slut probably sucks off half the boys at school already not to mention your own daddy. We know how niggers rut. At school, the fag probably drinks cum for milk at lunch.”
“No…oh, dear God…he’s innocent…so innocent,” Ashanti sobbed.
“Well, he won’t be for long. We got twenty well-hung jocks just waiting to slam their big, fat pricks into his holes one after the other. It will be gangbang city. They’ll fuck him so hard he won’t walk for a month, fuck him so hard his hole will stay stretched open for a week! And the only person who can stop this fuck fest from taking place, my dear nigger boy, is you!”
Ashanti looked up from the floor at the handsome college boys who were such clean-cut, ordinary, all-American boys, the pride of their families, and the leaders of their communities.
“Me? What can I do?”
“Easy, if you don’t want your baby bro gang fucked, then you can do it for us. You can fuck him! You can fuck your own brother!”
He lay on the floor crying for twenty minutes. They allowed this. After all, it was not an easy choice, gently fucking his nine-year-old, baby with his humongous nigger cock or having twenty horrible college boys raping him. Well, in some ways it would be more comfortable, one dick versus twenty. Of course, at last, he agreed.
“Now, here are the rules, you go in and visit with him. Tell him the situation that to save himself and your family, he has to let you fuck him. Then strip for him. Show him your big, nigger dick. Have him play with it and suck it. Then have him strip showing the video camera his pretty, little, Negro asshole. Have him spread it for the camera with us watching from the other room. Then have sex with your own brother. Fuck him in the the ass and the mouth. And if you do a really hot job, really turn the little faggot on, slam it into him to bust his nigger cherry, if you do it really well, we promise we won’t fuck him. None of us, only you, but it has to be a balls deep, grade A, prime fuck! You don’t fuck him hard enough or deep enough, we’ll pull you off and take over. Got it?”
“But my dick too big, he can’t take it all,” he cried.
“Make him take it! That’s what he gets for being a nigger and having a nigger brother with a fucking horse cock. Now, you fuck that faggot good to save him!”
Jeff watched a shaking, sweating, nigger boy enter the room where his little brother sat on a chair very still and wide-eyed. Jeff snickered at the poor, black boy. Ashanti had no idea they intended to make him fuck his little brother over and over again until he begged to be fucked by the white boys! It would be fun to have Ashanti licking their dicks and balls as they fucked his little brother. So far, it had been a wonderful semester!
They deposited him on my doorstep, and that’s how I came to write the Enslaved story in the first place. He was a young nigger, eighteen or so, and damn fine looking although you couldn’t tell that from his condition when he was dumped onto my living room carpet by the three Southern college boys. I was afraid the black, sweaty, bloody, greasy mess would ruin my carpet.
The redneck college boys were nothing to sneeze at either. I would gladly have thrown a fuck into anyone of their hot, young asses, but I don’t think they would have taken kindly to the suggestion. They were hunky animals, all three of them, encased in ass-hugging jeans with baseball caps hiding their short jock hair. They had muscles bursting out through their tight tee shirts, and as the slammed their shit-kickers into the black body on the floor, their muscular young bodies strained in all the right places. Yes, sir, those spoiled, southern white boys would have made excellent slaves themselves, but that was not possible at least not today.
“Sorry, if he’s a little messed up. We got a little rough with him, but it was his own fucking fault.”
The jock who seemed the leader explained, removing his No Fear baseball cap and running a hand through his short, choppy, blond head.
“You see, we had stopped at a fast food place for lunch yesterday and knew that the nigger needed to eat too. That was our mistake. So Cal here scooped some garbage out of the dumpster, and we took it into the men’s room, threw it into the piss trough, pissed all over it and then told the nigger to chow down. Well, he was eating his slop out of the urinal just as nice as you please when the bathroom door opens and this preppy, white boy fag, nigger loving activist walks in. His eyes get as big as Jazzbo’s here, and his face goes all pale.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What are you doing to that poor man?”
He screams making all kinds of fuss. Well, sir, we knew right then that we weren’t in the good old South no more. So we locked the toilet door and beat the shit out of the nigger lover and since he was such a nigger loving, college preppy, we stripped him and made him kiss and suck cock with the nigger. We made them roll around on the tiled bathroom floor like rutting farm animals while we pissed on them.
“The white trash, nigger lover kept crying that he wasn’t gay that he was straight shit. We didn’t believe that for a second, and we forced him to suck the nigger’s asshole. Then we made the nigger boy shove his foot long fuckmeat down the kid’s throat until the asshole passed out from lack of oxygen. We took the kid’s face and smashed it real good on the rim of a toilet — broke all his teeth and stuff.
“We shoved one of his fancy dress loafers up his asshole. It was a tight fit, guess maybe, he never had had anything up there before. Then we dumped the kid’s bloody head into one of the toilets and were about to take a shit on him when all this knocking starts at the bathroom door.
“The manager is shouting that he’s called the police, so we had to hightail it out the rear window. Now, I know you’re wondering how this incident led to the nigger being all beat up. Well, sir, it turns out that Cal had been washing the blood off his hands and had put his good wristwatch on the counter. When we high-tailed it out of there, he left it there. We were so goddamned angry that we just had to let off steam, so we parked in the woods and beat the shit out of the jig.”
I thanked the boys and sent them on their way, trying to control my hard-on as I watched those hunky asses retreat from my home. They would take the money I had given them and spend it on cunts. What a fucking waste. They would sidle up to fresh pussy meat in some singles bar acting all boyish and shy and coy, and really only thinking of one thing, dumping their cumloads in some dick ditch, twat trough. You’ve all seen straight boys in bars playing that game. Talking about everything under the sun and agreeing with the cunts about the most preposterous things while they were really only thinking with their fuck slabs. I turned to the beaten heap on my floor.
“What’s your name?” I demanded.
“Ashanti, suh,” came the thick, deep voice, clogged with swollen glands and lips and tongue, heavy with spittle and blood and snot.
“Shuck out of your clothes, Ashanti, and let me see what I just bought.”
You could hardly call them clothes. A wife-beater undershirt, all stained with sweat, cum, piss and blood, and god knows what else, and a torn pair of Fruit of the Loom® underpants. I could see how much it hurt him just to move the slightest bit, so I kicked him to hurry him along.
Soon, he was bare-ass naked on the floor, and I got my first glimpse of the magnificent nigger dick and balls. They’d obviously used a vacuum pump on his dick as well as lots of weights because it hung a good ten inches flaccid. The piss hole was the size of a dime. His nuts hung halfway to the knees, and I could tell from the way they swung that his college boy’s buddies had put ball bearings or weights of some sort in the scrotal sack. I knew if I checked the ball bag from behind, I would find a tiny scar. I made him kneel in front of me, his long, fat dick scrapping the floor. I held his face in my hands, and that was when I really noticed how handsome he was. He must have once had bright, intelligent eyes now they were dull and almost thoughtless, of course.
His nose was fine, and the nostrils flared in true nigger royalty fashion. His lips were thick and rich and full, swollen from all the cocksucking. I was very impressed not only with his muscular chest but also with the big nipples which had obviously been worked on for weeks or months. They stood out from his chest a full inch like fucking sow tits. I circled him to get a look at the high tightly muscled, well-rounded ass slabs. I knew already that his asshole would look like a cunt and the ass lips themselves would be stretched like clits. He’d been fucked hundreds of times with everything including the kitchen sink.
I stood before him. His lips moved, but no sound came out. His eyes pleaded with me. The whites were yellow from pain and abuse and had red veins trailing through them. The thick cocksucker lips moved again.
“Help me…” he whispered.
I leaned down, took one thick nipple in each hand, and yanked his chest until his eyes met mine.
“Ashanti, I’m not here to help you but to hurt you. Those boys were amateurs. After months of keeping you in their dorm and abusing you, they couldn’t think of anything else to do to you, so they sold you to a professional, me. I am a professional at humiliation and painful abuse. They beat you down to size and worked you over. I read a full report. But even the police in south lack subtle technique. They lack creativity.
“Take these big fucking sow tits of yours. They stretched them all right, made them all rubbery and long like huge pencil erasers. I will inject them with liquid so that when they are squeezed, they drip and squirt titty milk.
“They put a padlock through your foreskin and stretched it all the fuck out of shape. Well, the first thing we will do tonight is to have a circumcision party. Of course, I’ll use no anesthetic. You see, Ashanti, I am going to fill your body with such pain that you go blind and can’t see, with such pain that you go deaf and can’t hear, with such pain that you go numb and can’t feel. That’s what they want. That’s what they paid me for. Now, if you can convince me otherwise, I’d be glad to entertain your argument.”
It took him almost a minute to realize that I was allowing him to speak.
“Please, please, I was…was a straight-A student. I was a good person. I never hurt anyone.”
I stroked his nappy head.
“But you didn’t keep your place. That’s what I hear.You stepped into a white university. They don’t want niggers there.”
“Let me go, suh, I be a good nigger go home. I just wanna go home.”
“Get a proper job as a bathroom attendant or something, is that it?” I asked.
He began to lick my hand. He had been worked over well by those boys. Why waste it on my hand. I unzipped and took my juicing dick out. He began to lick my cock all along the stalk. He had had lots of training.
“But what’s to keep you from telling the authorities about the abuse you suffered. What’s to keep you from opening your big, nigger mouth for something other than dick?”
“I learned my lesson, Suh. I learned my lesson.”
He licked down under my nuts to get at the sweat.
“Well, let’s just see how well behaved you’ve become. Maybe I won’t have to hurt you so much after all. Go over there on the wooden kitchen floor and squat and take a shit.”
He crawled over on all fours with his big, hunky black ass up in the air like an eighteen-year-old fuck animal. He had also been taught to shit in public for the entertainment of others. He squatted and then lifted his ass toward me spreading the cheeks as his big balls dangled to the floor. He grunted, and a long black turd snaked out of the asshole, which was as large as I had expected. It plopped onto the floor, then a second, and then a third. He twisted around to look at me with hope flickering in his eyes.
“Good, now eat the shit.”
The black fucker didn’t even hesitate. He had been trained very well. He knelt down, put his face to the pile of shit, and took one turd into his mouth. He chewed the shit, lifting his head so I could watch. He opened his mouth to show me shit on his tongue and between his teeth.
“Most impressive, Ashanti. Tell me, when was the last time you fucked a girl?”
“About a month ago, suh,” he said his mouth full of shit. “They made me…they made me…” he shook his head as if to clear it, “they made me…fuck…fuck my little brother.”
He could hardly say the words.
“Well, that was nice of them, encouraging your family to grow. I heard you raped a white woman in one of the dorm rooms. “
“No, suh,” he gobbled up more turd. “She made me do it, sir. Honest, she wanted my big, black snake.”
“Are you saying I should believe a dirty, filthy nigger above the word of a nice, white college girl?”
“No, suh,” he said, averting his eyes, and finishing the last of the shit.
“And how did the nice, white, southern college boys punish you for raping the white girl?”
He started to tremble at the memory. His thick lips quivered.
“They…they had me fucked by a…by a…ho…ho…horse, suh. My insides never be the same again.”
If one looked carefully, one could see the stitches where the doctor had sewed his asshole up. I smiled.
“Who gives a fuck? It must have been fun for them. Now, crawl into the bathroom, and shower and wash the shit out of your mouth and then gargle and brush your teeth.”
Later that night, I injected Ashanti’s tits and dick head with something to make them swell and become terribly oversensitive. I leisurely fucked his face and ass switching back and forth. He really enjoyed the gentleness. It was like being in heaven for him. I explained his future to him.
“You see, Ashanti, I make videos underground videos you can’t buy in any store. I make a lot of money selling them to special buyers. You’re going to star in some videos for me. In the videos, you will fuck young, white boys, very young, very white boys. You will fuck them in the ass and mouth. Sometimes the boy will be a teenage slut, hot for nigger cock, sometimes he’ll be innocent, and you will rape him. It will depend on the scenario.
After you fuck the little faggot, you’ll be caught by the police, or by a gang, or by the boy’s brother or father depending on the story. You’ll be tortured for your indiscretion. The torture will be lovingly captured on film. You’ll be whipped, have pins stuck in your ballbag. Have large objects thrust up your pisshole and your ass-cunt. You’ll be forced to do a jig dance on broken glass. You’ll be mated with every conceivable kind of beast and human. You’ll be forced to fuck black boys too. You’ll be burned and tattooed by skinhead gangs. You’ll feast on the raw, castrated cocks of various animals, as there is no sense in wasting those animal parts. You’ll suck the shit out of the asses of derelicts. Grade school boys will practice kicking you in the nuts to develop a healthy racial attitude. You will suck the snot from the noses of high school gang members and tell them how good it tastes.
“We’ll film you fucking your little brother on camera. And all of this you will do because you have been broken, because you don’t know how to refuse anymore. You have no will of your own. Now thank me for what I am going to do to you and kiss me.”
“Thank you, Massa,” he whispered.
He opened his big, black lips for me to thrust my tongue down his throat. I spat gobs into his throat and watched him swallow. I felt his smooth, black body beneath me, which felt like velvet or Chinese silk. I twisted his nipples, and he kissed me harder.
“Time for me to cut your dick skin, baby,” I whispered. “After I am through, I will have you eat it.”
“Yes, suh,” he answered in the sweetest softest way, and he kissed me harder.
“You know, nigger, I think you are going to turn out all right.”
He smiled, and I smiled with him imagining his future pain.
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