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Subject: {ASSM} Black Teenager's Job Application
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The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to depict or be
read by minors. It includes domination and submission, homosexual acts
and degrading racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind of
fantasy, please search for something else to read.

Like many teenage black boys, Troy had spent too many hours on city
basketball courts and not enough time in school studying. Although he
grew strong and healthy he couldn't get a job until he learned how to
give his future employer just what the man wanted.

Troy spent months going from one personnel office to the next, filling
out applications and being interviewed, but he never heard from these
employers again. One afternoon he asked the manager of a large
supermarket where he should go to fill out an application.

"You have to go to the building in back of the store - that's
where they screen applicants."

Troy walked around the store and found an old two-story building with
paint chipping off of its door. He had to buzz the intercom to be let
in. After he opened the door he found himself climbing a steep set of
creaking stairs. He grabbed the handrail for support, but it was wobbly
and parts of the rail were detached from the wall.

When he reached the dingy landing at the top of the stairs he heard a
voice beckoning him forward. He followed the voice down a hallway until
he reached a modestly furnished office. A middle aged man was sitting
at his desk with his glasses on the top of his head. He squinted as he
read memos he was holding over his desk.

He didn't bother to look up at the boy, "What do you want?"

Troy swallowed and cleared his throat, "I - I came here to apply
for a job."

The man looked up from his memo. He eyed the black teenager from head
to toe. He rubbed the five o'clock shadow on his chin. A subtle smile
spread across his face.

"Hmmm. So you want a job, eh? How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen. I'ma be eighteen in a few months..."

"Is that so?"

The man leaned back his chair.

"Well I could use some help in the stock room. You ever been a stock
boy?"

Troy looked down at his boots and shook his head "no."

"Well, you can learn. So long as you have the right attitude -
respect authority and know how to take orders from you boss - then
you can be taught everything you need to know."

Troy swallowed again and nodded his head indicating "yes."

"Good, good." The man took a deep breath. His grey eyes slightly
widened. "Now the first thing I gotta make sure of is that you're
young and healthy enough to be a stock boy in this store." The man
stood up and walked behind Troy to shut the door of his office. Then he
turned the lock. Troy looked at the man puzzled.

"Now, the first thing I want you to do is take off your shirt."

Troy's eyes grew wide, "You mean here?"

"Yes, here. Here. Where else would I want you to do it? You boys
these days, especially you colored boys, are always wearing these baggy
clothes so it's hard for anyone to see what you look like underneath
them. I have to know whether you're skinny or overweight - I want
to make sure you're healthy enough to lift boxes."

Troy slowly nodded and lifted his shirt. He revealed his smooth brown
chocolate chest and his firm lean arms. He had always been proud of his
body tone as a result of hours on the basketball court.

The man walked around the boy in a circle, rubbing his chin with one
hand, "ummm, yeah. Nice, nice."

Troy shifted uneasily on his feet.

"Now, take off your pants."

Troy gulped and his eyes bugged out of his head, " 'scuse me?"

"You heard me boy, I said take off your pants. If you have a problem
with that you can just turn around and walk right out of this door and
stop wasting my time. I've got job applications to process."

Troy took a deep breath and shook his head as if to clear it. He
thought this must be the way things are done when you're trying to
get a job as a stock boy. He unbuckled his belt and let his baggy pants
fall to the floor. He stood awkwardly in front of the man, wearing only
his boxer shorts. The men let out a short chuckle. "Yes, nice.
Nice."

The man examined Troy's firm brown thighs and the bulging package
under the boy's shorts. He eyed the boy's full ass and could barely
conceal a smile. Troy wondered if the man liked what he saw or was
merely amused by it.

After what Troy felt was an awkward silence the man said, "Alright.
Most black boys who come in here don't have good work habits. They
have a cocky attitude and they think the whole world owes them a favor.
When I hire a teenager I want to know that he knows how to take
orders."

Troy nodded as if he understood what the man was saying.

The man continued, "Yes, I need a boy who can drop to his knees on a
moment's notice and suck his boss's cock if he has to."

Something about the way the man said that made Troy laugh. For a moment
he felt as though he were back on the basketball court with his
buddies, talking trash. Taunts of "Suck my dick muthafucka. Kiss my
black azz nigga," ran through his head.

Troy thought to himself, "Damn, this dude is really hard core. He
gonna tell me to suck his white cock n' shit." For some reason,
whenever a dude was bold and assertive like that, Troy involuntarily
felt his dick get hard. This time was no different. He knew the man
only meant this figuratively, but there was something about the law of
the ghetto - dominate or be dominated; respect superior power and
manhood got him and other black boys his age, unexpectedly aroused.

Troy felt blood rushing to his face as his dick rose in his boxer
shorts and pushed its way through the piss slit. He grabbed the big
black bobbing snake and quickly stuffed it back in his shorts, upright,
so that it rested - stiff and hard - pointing toward his belly.

The man did not miss any of this. His grey eyes widened, like a wolf
catching the scent of his prey.  He leaned closer toward the boy,
smelling his musty body - sensing the warmth of Troy's brown flesh.
The man breathed heavily.

"I see you like the idea." The man was leaning close to the Troy
and hissing in his ear, planting thoughts in his head. "You need a
man to tower over you. You need an adult male figure in your life, just
like every other black boy I've ever met."

Troy felt his heart racing. Nobody had ever talked to him this way
before, especially a white man. He didn't know how to take all of
this. He felt his fists clinch, but he didn't know what to do with
them.

"You need a strong white man to tell you what to do, don't you boy?
That's why you young niggers always get into trouble, because
there's no man in your life."

Troy's heart skipped a beat. He gasped and thought, "Oh no he
didn't! I just know I didn't hear that man call me a
'nigger'." But the man didn't let up, he kept pressing in -
whispering in the boy's ear.

"You need a white man to manage you - just like a basketball coach
does. You need white man to tell you what to do and keep you in line,
like a police officer. No need to feel ashamed, it's just the law of
the jungle. You need to give it up to the man whose got the power."

Everything that Troy had been taught in his 17 years told him that he
should be mad as hell and should haul off and knock this white
son-of-bitch out; but something was happening inside of him. Troy's
knees grew wobbly. He felt like falling on the floor and groveling at
this man's feet. Deep down inside he felt that everything this man
was saying was true, and up to now - unspoken.

"Get down on your knees black boy, and give some recognition to a man
whose got some power."

Troy tried to sort out the confusing feelings that were wrestling
inside of him. He bit his lower lip in anger, and grabbed his throbbing
cock that had never felt more aroused. He drew a deep breath, preparing
to tell this arrogant white man off - but found himself sinking to
his knees, his face pressed against the white man's trousers.

The man placed his hand on the boy's nappy head and unzipped his fly.

The man's hard, reddened cock jumped out - staring Troy in the
face. The man guided his stiff cock to Troy's puffy brown lips,
"Suck on that white dick, nigger."

Troy found himself acting on raw instinct. He wrapped his thick lips
around the man's throbbing white cock and slowly massaged it up and
down the shaft. The man grabbed the boy by the back of his head and
pushed his cock deeper down the boy's throat.

"Oh yeah, suck on that cock, boy. Work those thick black lips on this
man's hard dick."

Troy breathed in the musty scent of the man's pubic hair. The older
man's hanging white balls slapped against the black boy's chin. He
felt the man using his mouth like a black pussy, pushing his head and
humping on him hard. Troy's moist hot lips slobbered all over the
white man's throbbing member.

"Take it deep. Choke on it, nigger. Take that white cock deep in your
mouth."

Troy felt tears of arousal and anger stream down his cheeks as he
sucked on the white man's cock. His head was a bundle of confusion
- he didn't know whether to laugh at his humiliation or cry. He
found himself stroking his own cock the harder this man thrust in his
mouth and talked nasty to him.

"Yeah, take that cock. I love to feel those nigger lips on my hard
white dick. Suck it deep, man. Polish my dick."

Troy's face registered offense and annoyance, yet he trembled inside
with excitement as he followed the white man's orders. The man looked
down at Troy and snarled, watching the black boy on his knees,
dutifully serving him. He held the teenager's head tightly between
his hands, pulled out his cock and dropped his hairy testicles onto the
boy's tongue.

"Lick those balls, nigger."

Troy tasted the salty flavor of the man's testicular sweat. He
allowed the white man's nuts to roll around in his mouth, and licked
the underside of his sac with his thick young tongue. Troy's thick,
juicy black lips pressed against the base of the man's dick.

The man looked down at Troy, "Yeah, that's it boy. Kiss my cock.
Kiss my cock with those thick black lips."

Troy whimpered in confusion and found himself kissing the white man's
testicles and his cock. He slowly ran his tongue up between the man's
sagging nutt sacs. With eyes half-closed and his body trembling he held
onto the white man's thighs slurped all over his wet male organs.

For some unknown reason a memory from Troy's childhood rushed back to
him. As the white man's cock probed deeply inside of the boy's
mouth Troy thought about the time when he was about 12 years old and
overheard his mother anxiously trying to negotiate with the landlord
about the rent that she owned. They were several months behind in their
rent. Troy recalled how the man kept calmly repeating, "We can work
something out. We can work something out."

The next morning, Troy woke up early and had to pee. As he stumbled
past his mother's bedroom and heard a strange commotion. He cracked
her bedroom door and saw a naked white man in her bed, humping
furiously between her brown thighs. "Yeah, gimme that nigger pussy,
Sally. Spread those nigger thighs for the man of this building."

His mother just moaned as the white man pounded her flesh. Her mattress
springs were squeaking and the headboard banged against the wall. The
landlord humped furiously, "Yeah, just like the old days. Just like
back on the plantation." Troy heard his mother gasp and moan while
the white man used her pussy.

The eight year old gently shut his mother's bedroom door and raced
toward the bathroom. His little brown penis was aflame. He stroked and
stroked his stiff brown cock for nearly a half hour, pausing again and
again after each dry orgasm. Sounds and images of the white landlord
fucking his mama filled his little nappy head.

 From that time on his mother never seemed to have worry about having
enough money to pay the rent. The boy frequently spied on his mother
and the landlord as the man ravaged her firm brown body.

When the landlord saw Troy in the lobby, later in the day, he would pat
the boy on his head and offer him a lollipop. As Troy sucked on the
man's lollipop he couldn't help but to be reminded of the images of
his mama as she sucked the white man's cock. It made his
pre-adolescent dick get hard every time.

Sometimes he would hear sighing and moaning coming from his mother's
bedroom and would find the landlord's teenaged son in the bed instead
of the landlord. The boy always seemed awkward an a little too
energetic. He humped the black woman wildly, "Oh yeah, Sally -
you've got the best nigger pussy in the entire world. Gosh, this is
much better than beating off all alone."

Troy watched as the white boy shoot his load inside his mother, only to
recover and start all over again. For awhile it seemed that they boy
would come over every afternoon, when school let out, and work through
his teenage sexual frustrations in Troy's mother's black pussy.

"Oh yeah, Sally. I love your nigger pussy meat. Give it to me Sally.
Give me your hot black pussy."

These memories filled Troy's head while the white man's hard white
cock plowed down his throat. Troy slobbered on the man's low hairy
balls, admiring the man's pubes that filled his vision. He felt a
wave of awe as the sight and smell of hairy white genitalia filled his
face. For moments at a time he stopped resisting and yielded to the
white man's power, only to catch himself and put up a front of being
indignant and ashamed.

Troy felt the white man's cock tremble in his mouth. The thick white
penis pumped rapidly and involuntarily. Waves of thick, cream cum
flooded down the boy's throat. Troy didn't know what to do at
first, so he gulped down the man's hot cum. The white man grabbed the
boy by his head and kept cumming. Troy lapped it up, afraid to offend
his future employer by spitting out his cum, and aroused by the thought
of having a white man cum down his throat.

The gasped as he spent himself. "Oh yeah, suck down that cum black
boy. Suck the cum out of my cock."

When the white man released his grip Troy fell backward, long strands
of cum dripping from his thick black lips. The boy breathed heavily.
The white man caught his breath, "Damn, you black boys really know
what to do with them lips."

The man slumped down on the top of his desk for a few moments, still
breathing heavily. Then he motioned to the boy, "Okay, turn around
and drop your shorts."

Troy looked at the man with alarm - his eyes the size of pancakes.
The man was gaining his breath, "I said turn around and drop your
shorts - don't make me repeat myself. It's not a good sign in a
future employee."

Troy looked uncertain.

The white man pressed him, "You want to be able to listen to the
latest hard core rap tunes? You want a new pair of Timberland boots?
You want sneakers that will match whatever shirt you happen to be
wearing? You want the new Playstation?"

Troy meekly nodded "yes."

"Then do what I tell you, my man. Turn around and drop your mother
fucking shorts. What? Do I have to say it in Swahili for you?"

Troy crawled back onto his knees and did as the man ordered. He dropped
his boxer shorts, revealing his smooth, globular brown ass. The man let
out a quick gasp and covered his mouth. He crept toward the boy, as if
in a trance, and gently grabbed each of the boy's round buns in his
hands.

"Oh. They're so soft - and firm - and full."

Troy winced at the man's touch and focused on the floor after the
man's comments.

"I bet this ass has never been fucked before." The man snapped out
of his trance and straightened his back, "I'm going fuck the shit
out of this black ass. You better believe it. Damn, nigger - your ass
is mine."

The man grabbed the Troy's boxer shorts, which were bunched around
his thighs, and ripped them right off of the black boy's body.

"Gimme that black ass, nigger."

The white man scooped Troy into his hairy arms and grabbed the boy's
ass cheeks - spreading them. He rammed his dick inside the boy's
hole. He pushed hard against the boy's resistance.

Troy felt the white man's hard throbbing fuck meat inside of him. The
man's cock pushed deeper and deeper in the black boy's ass, using
it. Troy knew he was at the white man's mercy. With the power of his
cock the man dug and probed inside the boy's colon while Troy, on his
knees, raised his ass to take it.

The boy's moist tight ass gripped the hard white cock that was
invading it. Troy felt that he was being conquered. The man's thrusts
grew hard as he pushed deeper inside of the boy's black body. The
thought of forcing the boy into submission only seemed to intensify the
man's thrusts.

"Yeah, take that white cock in your ass, nigger." Troy just grunted
in reply to the man's thrusts. Troy was surprised to see that his own
dick was hard as the white man raped him.

"Take that cock, homeboy. You like that white cock in your ghetto
ass?"

Troy hypnotically nodded "yes," and said, "uh-huh."

When he realized what he had done his face blanched in shame. He
dropped his head while the man grabbed his shoulders and pounded him
from behind.

"Oh yeah. I like a nigger who knows what he's good for. I like a
nigger who knows how to be used."

Troy's body rocked under the pounding invasion of the white cock. His
head jerked back and forth with every thrust. The man drooled on the
back of Troy's head and picked up speed as he fucked the boy's ass
without mercy.

Troy remained on his knees and let the man use him. The boy's thick,
cum-coated lips hung open as he gasped under the anal assault. For some
reason that he couldn't understand, Troy started to day-dream about
hot buttered corn bread, candid yams, fried chicken, and collard
greens. He didn't know why these thoughts came to his mind, but they
made him feel safe and secure.

The man reached around and stroked Troy's thick black cock. The
boy's cock felt like a furnace and throbbed in the white man's
hand. The man tightened his grip and stroked the boy in rhythm with the
butt fucking he was giving the boy's black ass. Troy felt a surge of
pleasure rush through his body as he had never felt before. He
surrendered himself completely to the man. Involuntarily he found his
quivering voice gasping, "Massah?"

The white man let out a startled laugh. He wrapped his arms around the
boy's torso and tightened his grip. He stroked Troy's cock and
pounded his ass with abandon. The man's thrusts grew harder and
harder as Troy slobbered on himself and cried for mercy. The boy's
body started shaking. He fired spurts of thick cum that splashed on the
floor like torpedoes at sea. Troy heard himself moan, as if from a
disembodied voice, "Oh, yessum, yessum." At that moment he felt
utter loyalty to the man who had made him cum.

The man nodded in acceptance of the boy's submission. His body
convulsed.  He let out a loud groan of his own. Troy felt wave after
wave of thick, hot cum explode the inside his bowels. The man deposited
his seed deep inside the boy. Troy took the white man's cum in his
ass like a slave being raped in the privacy of his master's chambers.

The man's hairy chest collapsed on the boy's smooth brown back. The
man breathed heavily in the boy's ear. He licked the side of Troy's
smooth brown face and stuck his tongue in the boy's ear. Troy made a
face, but let the white man do it. He knew that he was thoroughly
owned.

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

The next day, Troy pulled on his baggy pants and headed for work. He
finally had a job as the head stock boy. On payday he repeatedly pulled
out a wad of bills and counted his cash in front of scheming black
girls and envious homies.

He made frequent visits to the personnel director's office in the old
building behind the store. Whenever there was an opportunity for
advancement Troy always seemed to be the one who landed the job. The
other managers said that it must be because Troy is one young black
employee with a good solid work ethic. The personnel officer saw to it
that Troy maintained that ethic through weekly sessions of what he
called "attitude adjustment."

Law of the jungle; dominate or be dominated. Troy learned his part
well. He no longer drifted aimlessly on the streets without masculine
direction. Under his sometimes loud, flashy and tough exterior Troy's
thoughts frequently flash back to all of the times he spends down on
his knees, learning how to take orders and to surrender.

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