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Subject: {ASSM} American Boyz IV: A Tale of Friendship (mm/force/slurs)
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This is a work of fiction. It is not 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.

The coach zipped himself up after having forced the young nigger to
service him in front of the rest of the basketball team. The shaken
black boy wiped the coach's cum off his chin with his forearm. He
couldn't help but to eye the coach with admiration for his dominant
white supremacy.

The coach knew that he had taught the team a lesson in humility and
submission to authority. They had been forced to jack off while they
watched their homeboy servicing their coach's thick hard white cock.
He had given the young black boys a vital lesson and an attitude
adjustment. They had to unlearn the pride, aggression and rudeness they
had picked up from the streets.

The coach hooked his fingers on his belt and surveyed the teenaged
Negro athletes who were under his charge.

 "I hope you niggers learned your lesson. I don't want to have any
more attitude problems out of you - if I do, you know how we're
going to have to correct it."

The young niggers nodded their heads and mumbled "yessir." They
pulled their gym trunks back up and dropped their heads in humiliation.


The one ray of hope they could look forward to was the fact that at
least their ordeal was finally over. They slowly headed to the showers
so they could try to forget their humiliation and embarrassment.

But if they thought they were out of jungle, so to speak, they would
soon learn differently. As they approached the stairwell leading to
locker room they found their way blocked by four white guys who had
been sent to the showers earlier. The guys had quietly crept back up
the stairs to witness the whole event of the coach humiliating the
black boys.

Now they sensed it was their turn to train the black players in the
ways of submission to white authority.

The white boys stood in the black boys' way. Their arms were folded
and they were bursting with white pride. The young niggers tried to
conceal their alarm as the white boys smirked and nodded in affirmation
that the fun had only just begun.

The white boys made a narrow path for the black boys to descend the
steps. As the black boys left the gym the coach yelled out,
"Remember, no more attitude problems from you or you're off the
team - and I'll take back those colorful tennis shoes and
basketball uniforms the school has generously provided you with. I
better not hear that you're having any problems getting along with
your white teammates."

The black boys nervously wandered into the locker room. Nothing is more
frightening to a black boy than the prospect of not being able to wear
colorful clothing; that is, apart from the fear of not being able to
drool over white women and the fear of not being able to listen to
urban jungle music on their i-pods.

As the black boys mumbled "white muthafuckin' coach - I'mma
kick his white azz some day," the white boys firmly made up their
minds that the niggers needed more lessons in civil language and
behavior.

Once the black boys hit the bottom of the stairs the first white player
spoke up, "Okay, you jigaboos heard the coach - he doesn't want
any more trouble out of you. You niggers are going to learn your place.
Your dark skin means you should be out in the sun, serving your white
master."

The colored boys had mixed reactions. Some of them seemed barely able
to contain their anger. They balled up their fists and bit their lower
lip to suppress their rising anger from exploding into a fit of
violence.

Others seemed disoriented, confused. They weren't sure how they
should take all of this.

Yet a third group realized that their black dicks were getting hard as
the white boys spoke to them in this way. They felt their hearts beat
faster as they tried to suppress an instinctive wave of joy at the
thought of serving as slaves for young white teenaged boys.

The white boys divided the coloreds up, based on their proclivities.
One white boy got a group of five strong black boys and made them stand
on the wooden benches in front of him. He pulled their gym shorts down
below their knees, and lifted their jerseys to inspect their bodies
like slaves of old on the auction block.

Isn't that what black athletes are today; just Negro slaves who must
use their black bodies to entertain us?

He ran his hands between their smooth naked thighs and bounced their
low-hanging hairy black testicles in his hands.

He played with their thick, long nigger dicks as if he were inspecting
merchandise.

He made the black boys bend over, and inspected inside of their asses,
probing deep inside the helpless niggers with his fingers.

The colored boys grunted and groaned while their white owner took
liberties exploring every inch of their bare Negroid bodies at will.
They were completely at his disposal.

Another white boy forced a group of three agreeable black boys to wash
his smooth naked body in the shower. The black boys were forced to
thoroughly soap their young white master down. They ran their soapy
hands all over his chest, arms and legs. The black boys even had to
wash out his white ass.

The white boy stood like a figure out of Greek mythology as the black
boys got down on their knees and washed his cock and his testicles, and
kissed his smooth soapy body.

It didn't take long for those black boys to develop an appreciation
for serving such a fine specimen of superior white manhood. They
quickly learned that there was nothing more satisfying in life than to
be a young nigger slave bath boy for a strong white teenaged hero.

He suddenly let loose a forceful stream of urine in their black faces.
They were startled at first, but it didn't take long for them to
express gratitude for their youthful master's piss. They thanked him
as the white boy washed his docile niggers in his bodily wastes.

But there was a group of about four niggers who still had an unruly
street attitude. Their ancestors must have been the ignorant buck
niggers of the plantation. Two white boys made the four niggers lie on
their bellies on the wooden benches, while they shoved their fingers up
those ornery black niggers' asses to mellow them out.

This was just preliminary action to loosen those nigger boys up. Once
the white boys got those nigger holes nice and loose they shoved their
hard white cocks deep inside of the niggers. The angry niggers gasped
when they felt that warm throbbing hard white manhood invade their
bodies.

The black boys knew they were nothing but a piece of meat. The white
boys could do whatever they wanted with them.

The white boys grabbed those niggers from behind, under their chins or
- at least in one case - by the thick nappy ends of cornrows, and
humped those nigger's asses without mercy.

The white boys banged on those niggers' black asses, making the
benches squeak, bump and knock. The nigger boys took a painful
pounding. Their thick black lips fell open, as spittle drooled out of
their mouths onto the wooden benches while the white boys civilized
their black asses.

The black boys' eyes were wide with disbelief at the power of those
hard white cocks inside of their black asses. The niggers grunted and
groaned, but gradually their hate seemed to turn to love. Their thick
black dicks got hard as they realized they loved being raped by these
tough young white males.

The white boys snarled, "I'm gonna tame your black ass, nigger.
I'm gonna tame your ass with this hard white cock."

The nigger boys grunted in surprise at their own feeling of arousal,
"yeah, man - I can feel the power of that white cock inside me.
Dayum - I aint nuttin' but a nigga slave fo yo hard white dick."

The white boys laughed as the street hardened niggers developed new
appreciation for white domination and the need for black submission.

All through the locker room it was like that; black boys being
dominated by white cocks and learning to accept their place of
subservience to powerful white manhood.

The white boys, in unison, let out loud groans as they unloaded their
cum, to the appreciation of their tamed black property.

The boy in the shower shot thick, hot globs of cum all over the slick
wet bodies of the naked African Americans kneeling at his feet.

The white slave inspector made his colored slave boys have a
cum-shooting competition. He made those jungle boys shoot their cum on
the locker room walls to see which nigger could shoot the hardest, the
farthest and the highest.

He jerked on their long hard cocks until the niggers were emptied of
all their cum. He watched with amazement as their dangling black balls
swung between their legs while their stiff nigger hoses were being
manipulated.

The two white boys who tamed the ghetto street-hardened niggers shot
loads and loads of thick master cum inside those Negroes' dark
channels, making them docile, submissive and appreciative of white
superiority. The white boys filled those niggers up with European cum.
There was nothing the niggers could say or do about it - they just
had to appreciate their true status.

The two white boys fucked the Hip Hop out of those niggers.

The black boys resorted to licking the wooden benches and gibbering in
slave talk, "Tank ya massa - tank ya. Yo sho is good to us niggas.
Yo sho nuff knows how to tame ornery black boyz."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone else, Chucky (remember Chucky? He's
the one who started all of this, back in episode #1) snuck over to
principle Anderson's house. Chucky was mad as hell after being
humiliated by the gang of ruthless black boys (episode #2) and now he
was out for revenge.

Principle Anderson (a black man) allowed his wife to work as a domestic
on weekends to bring in a little extra cash for the family. Chucky had
always had old-fashioned ideas about such things; he knew the code of
the south, where the nigger slave domestic was also a good training
instrument for young white teenage cock.

A black man's wife had no rights that a white boy was bound to
respect, and there was nothing more erotic than making a point of
denying a nigger of his "manhood" by fucking his wife right in
front of him. It was also good upbringing for her kids to watch.

Chucky decided it was high time to exercise his racial privileges. The
boy was in luck; Sally Anderson was home, sprawled across the couch -
watching BET. Her thirteen year-old son sat nearby, playing a video
game.

(to be continued)

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