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Subject: {ASSM} Training Young Employees IV (MM/Forced/Slurs/Humiliation)
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Management Skills

This is a work of fiction. There is no reason to assume that any of its
characters are minors; nor is this work intended for minors. This work
includes force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are offended by
this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to read.

Ever since he was 18 Tommy had been working at the Insta-Lube auto
service shop. Now that he was 25 he had been promoted to assistant
manager. Most of his employees were young inner-city hip-hoppers barely
out of high school. They hadn't formed good work habits yet.

The young boys who were hired to work on these cars kept loud music
blasting in their ears through their headphones, their shirttails hung
out of their pants and they were rude to customers.

They frustrated management because they were constantly sneaking off to
take unscheduled breaks to go to bathroom or smoke cigarettes.

One day Tommy and the site manager were standing in the customer
service room. The tables were piled with old magazines so that
customers would have something to read while they waited on their cars.

The manager put his hand on Tommy's shoulder, "I'm gonna let you
take responsibility for the evening shift from 6 to 9 PM.

The good news is that you won't get too many customers in here that
late at night, so you shouldn't be too busy. The bad news is, because
we don't get too many customers, it will just be you and one other
employee - and he isn't the best worker."

Tommy's eyes brightened. He had been hoping for the opportunity to
prove himself by managing a shift alone. "Don't worry, boss. I've
dealt with a lot of half-assed employees working the day shift. It
can't be too much worse than what I've already seen."

The manager smirked, "Well then you haven't met Leroy. He's a
real piece of work. Just graduated from high school and thinks the
world revolves around him."

Tommy was optimistic, "I think I can handle him. We'll have this
place running smooth as silk."

The manager chuckled and looked down at a brochure that lying on the
table in the pile of magazines. "Well, before the night is over you
may want to enroll in this program," he said, pointing at the
brochure.

Tommy followed the manager's eyes to the brochure, it read: "Learn
how to manage your employees: earn credit in human resource management
at Community College this summer."

Tommy started feeling a little uneasy, but he put up a good front,
"Don't worry boss. I don't need that course. I know how to get
work out of an employee."

Tommy's boss laughed, patted him on the back and wished him good
luck. He trudged out to his car and went home.

A few minutes later, Leroy arrived. He had rich brown skin and a medium
build.

 From the time he walked in the door he was yapping to his girlfriend on
his cell phone. His leaned up against the wall, shirttail hanging out
of his uniform, resting his nappy corn rows against the receiver of the
phone.

"Yeah, baby - I'ma git wit chu tonight after work. Yeah we be
cool. Nuttin' but a quiet storm in yo bedroom. Yeah, yeah."

Although there weren't any customers there was still a lot of work to
be done to get the garage ready for the day shift. Tommy stood close
the phone and cleared his throat. Leroy ignored him.

"Yeah, yeah - oh, dat's nuttin, jus' some ol' white boy got
sumptin' stuck in his throat, I guess. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah."

Leroy's kept his tone soft and dreamy for his girlfriend. His eyes
sparkled as he spoke into the phone, and he flashed an infectious smile
that was sure to charm any young lady who could see it.

Tommy lost his patience. He snatched the phone from Leroy and stalked
off into the manager's off, shutting the phone off.

An irate Leroy followed close behind, "Yo man, Yo. What da fuck? What
da fuck you hang up on my woman like that? Gimme back mah phone,
man."

Tommy tossed the phone into a corner in a pile of wrappings for auto
parts.

Leroy was livid, "Man, dat phone betta not be broke."

He dove into the pile to retrieve his phone. Tommy, who was bigger and
older, got on top of him and put Leroy's arm in a hammer lock.

Leroy tried to whirl around, but he couldn't move. His eyes flashed
anger. Tommy tightened his grip. Leroy spat out a stream of obscenities
and said, "You aint supposed to do dis. Management aint supposed to
touch an employee."

Tommy's eyes narrowed, "Then consider yourself fired, if you want
to make a stink about it, I'll treat you like an intruder. Should I
call the cops?"

Leroy looked frightened, "No. No. Don't call the cops. Just give me
my phone back."

Tommy looked at him hard, "It ain't gonna be that easy, 'bro.'
If I don't call the cops, you'll have to show me you know how to
behave. You just can't work here if you still have a bad attitude."

Tommy tightened his grip on the boy to drive his point home. Leroy's
thick red lips quivered. "How I gotta prove to you I know how to
behave?

Tommy gave the boy a sadistic smile. He gradually eased up on Leroy's
arm, eventually letting it go altogether. Tommy picked up the receiver
of the manager's phone on the desk. His hand hovered about the speed
dial for 911 to reach the police.

"You want me to call the cops?"

Leroy fished around in the pile of wrappings for his cell phone,
"Naw, man. Naw. We cool. We cool."

Tommy pressed him, "Then you better do whatever I say."

Leroy found his phone and stuffed it in his pocket, "Yeah man, I
can't afford to lose no job. I got too many bills. Nobody else is
hiring."

"Then shut the fuck up and do exactly as I say," Tommy said. "You
help me out and I'll help you out - that's the way it's gonna
be. You give me a hard time and I swear I'll have you back on the
streets, plus I'll call the police and say you tried to rob the place
for good measure."

Leroy was eager to placate the young manager. It was clear that this
guy wasn't going to play by the rules. "Okay, man - okay. I'll
do whatever you say."

Tommy grinned, "I thought so. Get down on your knees in front of
me."

Leroy hesitated and looked annoyed.

Tommy picked up the receiver and moved his hand over the 911 button.
Leroy quickly sank to his knees and knelt in front of him.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he looked at the helpless black boy.

He grabbed the boy by his nappy corn rows, like he owned him, and
rubbed the boy's face against the crotch of his pants. Leroy was
shocked and let out a muffled protest, "What da fuck?"

Tommy moved toward the desk as if he were going to call the cops. Leroy
quickly got control of himself, "Okay, man - okay." Tommy grabbed
the back of Leroy's head again and rubbed Leroy's smooth black face
against the front of his pants making his dick hard. It jutted out
against Leroy's lips.

Leroy swallowed hard. It dawned on him that he wasn't going to get
out of this easily.

Tommy let out a guttural laugh that made Leroy think that maybe the
white boy was a little crazy, "Yeah, you feel how big and thick that
dick is inside of there, boy? That's what you're gonna get inside
your jungle ass in just a minute."

Leroy let out a frightened groan. Even through Tommy's pants Leroy
could smell the potent musty odor of the young man's pubic hair and
feel the hardness of the white boy's dick. Tommy rubbed Leroy's
face against his crotch even deeper.

"Lick on my crotch, boy. Suck that big white cock through my
pants."

Leroy was embarrassed and scared. He licked the white boy's pants
crotch and sucked on the outline of his dick. Tommy's cock got harder
and harder as he felt the warm, wetness and thickness of Leroy's lips
pressing against his pants.

"Yeah suck that dick, nigger. Suck on it like you love it. If you
suck it good enough, maybe I won't have to fuck your nigger ass
afterall."

This gave Leroy hope. He pressed his lips tightly around the outlined
cock in Tommy's pants and gave him as good of a blow job as anyone
could for a dick that was still inside its pants.

"Yeah, that's it boy. That's it. Now you're doing a good
job."

Leroy licked and sucked on the white boy's covered dick, hopefully.
Tommy tossed his head back and enjoyed the action. He grabbed the back
of Leroy's head and pressed his face tighter against his crotch.
Tommy pushed his cock so tightly against Leroy's face that the black
boy couldn't breathe. He yanked his head back to catch some air.

Tommy looked down at him and frowned, "Oh, so you don't like my
cock in your mouth? I guess that means I'm gonna have to stick it in
your ass."

Leroy's eyes were frantic. He tried to bury his face back in
Tommy's crotch, but the Tommy pushed him away. "No, you don't
appreciate a fine white cock when it is offered to you. Now turn around
and put your butt in the air and your face on the ground."

Leroy begged, "No. No. I'll suck yur dick fo' real. Please, take
it out. I'll suck it."

Tommy looked down at him sneered, "Yeah beg me for my cock. Beg me
like a slave boy who really means it."

"Pleeeease let me suck on yo cock. Pleeeeease stick your cock inside
my mouth."

Tommy laughed, "Yeah, that sounds good; but I'm gonna fuck your
black ass anyway. Bend over, and don't waste any more of my time."

Tommy waved his hand once again over the speed dial for 911. Leroy
could see by the seriousness in the white boy's eyes that he'd
better do what he was being told.

He turned around and bent over; ass up, face down.

Tommy came behind him and pushed Leroy's shoulders down so they were
touching the floor. Leroy's face was flat, sideways, against the
concrete. Tommy grabbed the back of the boy's pants and yanked his
trousers down, exposing his smooth bubble bulb Negroid ass. Leroy's
brown face flushed red.

"Oh yeah. You're gonna get some employee training tonight, boy."

Leroy groaned.

Tommy unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard white cock. It was at
least eight inches long, and very thick. "You gonna be a good boy
surrender your black ass like you're supposed too?"

Leroy whimpered. Tommy rammed his thick white cock in the colored
boy's ass. Leroy let out a sharp cry. Tommy jiggled his dick around
inside of the black boy's ass.

The boy's ass felt snug and tight. It gripped Tommy's dick as if
his penis belonged there. Tommy was surprised how snug his cock fit in
the boy's smooth ass. He let out a deep moan and humped wildly.

With every thrust, Leroy's body jerked. His triceps and legs
glistened with sweat. He braced his body against the floor with his
forearms while the white boy plowed into his ass like a fine piece of
ghetto pussy.

Tommy picked up speed. His thrusts in Leroy's ass got deeper and
deeper. His long strokes in and out of the boy's tight hole made
Leroy feel every inch of the white cock that was invading him,
dominating him.

"I'm fuckin' your ass, nigger. I never knew a nigger ass felt
this good."

Leroy's corn-rowed nappy head jerked back and forth with every thrust
of the big white cock in his ass.

Tommy chided him while he fucked his victim, "Yeah, nigger's have
nice snug asses, don't you boy?"

Leroy's mouth hung open while Tommy humped on top of him. All Leroy
could do was grunt and groan, "uh - uh - uh," while Tommy used
his ass.

"How did your mama raise her boy to have such a nice snug black ass,
huh?"

Leroy continued grunting, "uh - uh - uh," while he took the
full length of Tommy's white cock.

Tommy returned the grunts in a guttural tone, "Yeah, take it, nigger,
take it."

Leroy's groans became deeper and more strained as Tommy plowed into
his butt.

"When you go home tonight ask your mama how she raised you to have
such a nice snug ass to serve as a pussy for your master. Is it all the
corn bread, collard greens and candid yams she fed you?"

Leroy looked humiliated. He felt like a big white turd was sliding in
and out of his ass. Tommy pumped his ass harder, making the boy grunt
and moan. Drool trickled out of the side of Leroy's mouth as Tommy
wail away with his dick inside of him.

Leroy's ass felt so good that Tommy couldn't take it any more.

He let out a loud groan and screwed up his face as if he were either in
pain or ecstasy. His body convulsed and he shot a load of cum that
splashed against the inner walls of Leroy's rectum.

Leroy bit his lower lip and trembled as he felt the hot sticky cum in
his body.

Tommy held the black boy tightly and let out a few more grunts. He
pumped more loads inside the boy. Leroy's eyes popped wide open as
Tommy filled him up with white boy cum.

Tommy's hair tossed wildly in all directions, covering his face. He
collapsed on top of Leroy while his thick white cum trickled out of the
black boy's ass and down the back of his thighs.

Tommy gave a deep grunt, "Ah yeah, good nigger. That's a good
nigger boy."

Tommy and Leroy's bodies were soaked with sweat. The two boys lay,
one on top of the other, on the dusty floor in the dim light of the
manager's office.

*******************************************************

The next day the manager couldn't believe his eyes, Leroy was a star
employee. He got to work on time, his clothes were neat, he changed all
the oil filters quickly, he didn't take breaks and he was extremely
courteous to customers.

The manager stared at Tommy in disbelief, "What the fuck's got into
Leroy?"

Tommy just shrugged and smile, "You just have to know how to break
'em in, I guess - give the right form of employee training and
motivation."

The manager walked away shaking his head.

Tommy glanced down at the advertisement for human resource management
training at the community college that was still lying on the courtesy
room table.

He bawled it up, threw it in the trash, chuckled to himself and
returned to the garage to manage his employees.

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