Message-ID: <60061asstr$1268781002@assm.asstr.org>
From: classic rider <classicrider14@excite.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:30:17 +0000 (UTC)
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: r27g2000yqn.googlegroups.com; posting-host=150.212.46.76; 
	posting-account=V3myPAoAAADtYDBVQStI9c1ZqL9BrQw-
User-Agent: G2/1.0
Subject: {ASSM} The Black Student mb/bb/cons/non-cons/humiliation/racial slurs
Lines: 809
Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2010 19:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

The Black Student

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

This is a work of fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes
acts of violent non-consensual homosexual sex between an adult and a
teenager. It also contains racial slurs. If you are offended by this
kind of erotic fantasy, please search for something else to read.

************  Tutoring in the Inner-City

 Sometimes it's disturbing the things you have to do in order to tutor
black boys from the inner city so that they can pass their exams to
graduate from high school. I thought I would enjoy my work. I was
wrapped up in the romantic ideal of passing on knowledge to eager
young minds from the ghetto, minds that had been deprived of
opportunities and had gotten bad breaks in life. What I have found,
instead, is that at least 75% of my time was focused on discipline and
breaking these black boys' defiant attitude. It's almost as though
they dare me to make them learn.

Through trial and error, however, I have learned how to break down
their negative psychology and get through to them. My psychological
method combines changing the boy's mind by making a physical
impression on his body. I stumbled on this method accidentally.

The first black boy I ever got through to using this method was
slouching at a table in my after school program. This 16 year-old
defiant youth was listening to some kind of urban jungle beat on his
Ipod, and he had the volume up so loud even I could hear it. Although
I was standing right in front of him, he decided to pretend I wasn't
even there. I slammed my text book down in front of him and the boy
jumped, then mumbled "muthafucka..." and went back to bobbing his head
to the savage music as if I wasn't even there.

 I stared at the boy, who seemed to be contented with his ignorance.
Impatience welled up inside of me. I ripped the earphones out of his
ears. "Do you want to be a stupid lazy Nigga for the rest of your
life, hanging out on street corners and getting into trouble, or do
you want to learn something and get ahead?"

The boy glared at me as if I were about to become a dead man.

"You may not appreciate my blunt talk, but I don't appreciate you
wasting my time and your potential by listening to that 'music' when
could be studying and getting ahead."

The black boy got defensive, "Well, muthafucka, you don't have to call
me no 'Nigga' n' shit."

I shook my head in disbelief, "I'm calling you what you like to be
called, 'homeboy.' I'm calling you what you call yourself. Now put
that Ipod away and let's get down to work."

He wasn't having it, "Muthafucka, it's different when a Nigga calls
another Nigga a Nigga n' shit - but a teacher aint supposed to call a
Nigga no Nigga - n' especially no white teacher at that."

I grabbed the back of one of chairs so tight that my knuckles became
white. "Will you listen to yourself? Will you just pause for a moment
and listen to yourself?"

The boy had a quizzical look on his face as if he were trying to
figure out what he had said wrong.

"I ought to take your foul mouth and wash it out with a big white cock
instead of soap.  That may be the only way to get it clean. You need
to clean up your language and learn how to address your superiors with
respect."

The boy twisted and turned in his seat with agitation. He batted his
eyes wildly, "Superiors? Muthafucka what the fuck you think this is,
the 1950s? I ougta shove my foot up yo ass. What you talkin' all that
faggot shit for anyways? Talkin' bout shovin' yo dick in my mouth. You
aint gonna shove shit in my mouth. You aint even supposed to talk that
way to your students. I'ma report yo white muthafuckin ass."

I felt my stomach burn and my muscles grow tense. I took a deep breath
and silently counted to 15 to try to regain my composure. I exhaled,
feeling a little more calm - but not much. I tried to steady my voice
and repress the anger.

"When I said 'superior' I was referring to my age, not your race. You
don't have any discipline, or respect for others, or self-respect..."

"Muthafucka, what you know about my self-respect? What you know about
bein' black?"

I tried to take another deep breath but the words rushed to my lips
before I could finish counting, "You little snot-nosed Nigger, I
should ram my dick down your throat and make you gag on it just to
shut your ignorant monkey ass up."

The boy swirled from side to side in his chair, waving his arms
wildly, as if he had suddenly become disoriented. All he could do was
manage a high-pitched squeal, "Muthafucka..."

I don't know what came over me. I looked at that black boy spinning
there, flapping his arms and his lips and giving me attitude; I
thought about all the time I had wasted trying to make boys like this
learn - and suddenly it all came to head; I couldn't take it any more.
Something inside of me snapped.

I grabbed the Nigger by his shoulders and ripped the sweater off of
his back. The boy looked shocked. I was shocked too - but having
pushed things this far, something inside of me told me not to back
down but to see this through to the end. I tugged his T-shirt and
ripped that off of his body too. The boy was stunned - his smooth bare
chest and toned dark brown body heaved in a frenzied state of fear.
His eyes were wide.

I looked at that boy's smooth dark muscle-toned skin and felt my dick
grow hard in my pants.

He eyed me in disbelief, "Wh-What you gonna do?"

I grabbed him by the throat and tightened by grip, threatening to cut
off his air passage, "I'll tell you want I'm going to do."

With one hand I pressed harder on his throat, causing him to gasp and
struggle for air. With the other hand I undid my belt and pants and
let my dick spring out. My dick bobbed and waved in the air in front
of the boy. My hard white cock floated in the black boy's face and was
aimed directly at his mouth, like a spear about to impale its prey.

I pulled on the back of his thick bush of nappy uncombed hair. "I'll
tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you the only kind of
'education' you can understand. I'm going to clean out your foul nasty
black mouth with my thick white cock - that's what I'm going to do.
I'm going to use my dick like a bar of soap down your throat."

The boy looked insulted, but I didn't give him time to think about it.
I yanked his face up to my hard cock and pushed the dick head through
his thick lips. "Suck on that cock, boy - and you better not bite or
I'll chock your Nigger ass to death and claim it was in self-defense."

"Man, you aint supposed to do shit like this..." But I cut his air
off.

"You're right. I'm not. So consider me a psycho. You better do
whatever I say because I'm crazy." I giggled insanely for added
effect. "I'm a crazy assed white man who's about to make a Nigger give
him the blow job of his life. If you don't do what I say you'll wind
up as the proudest dead Nigger in the ghetto."

The boy eyed my throbbing white cock with bulging and fearful eyes. I
tightened my grip on his throat, cutting off more of his air. He
slowly leaned forward and allowed my dick to slide between his thick
lips.

"Yeah, that's it boy. Wrap those Nigger lips around that hard white
cock. Suck on that dick like it's a watermelon flavored Jolly
Rancher."

The boy slowly worked his lips up and down the hard shaft of my cock.
I couldn't believe how good that boy's lips felt on my dick. I let out
a loud, involuntary sigh. I had never felt anything like that before.
It never occurred to me that a Nigger could give such a good blow job.

He began bobbing his nappy head on my hard cock. I held him by the
shoulders and pushed into him, then pulled back and thrust back inside
his mouth again. I humped his face violently, making him take my cock.

"Yeah, submit to the power. Suck that hard cock, boy. Let me know you
love it."

The boy sucked harder. My cock throbbed hard in that black boy's
mouth. I watched as slobber drooled from his lips and the shaft of my
cock. He closed his eyes as his face brushed against my pubes.

"Take it down, boy. Take that white cock all the way down."

The insolent boy dutifully worked his mouth on my cock. He bobbed his
head as his lips ran up and down the shaft - from the base to the
throbbing reddened cock head. He seemed to involuntarily twitch in his
seat. He grabbed his own cock through his baggy pants as he continued
to work his lips on my dick.

"Yeah, suck it, boy - suck it. Suck that white cock."

My balls slapped his slobber-coated chin. I moved my hands up to the
back of his nappy head and pushed his face tight against my pubes,
forcing my throbbing member deep down the boy's throat. I felt my cock
leaking pre-cum on this tough Nigger boy's tongue - coating it with
the first hint of the seed that would educate him.

"Yeah, work your mouth on that dick, boy. Suck that dick and let it
make you smarter."

I felt as though I was maybe getting through to the black boy. His
hard exterior seemed to be giving way a little bit to this masculine
approach to education. I began to appreciate the possible merits of
single-sex education. Maybe we ill-serve black boys by giving them
female instructors and surrounding them with girls in the classroom.
Maybe what they really need is a hot rod of hard manhood shoved down
their throats. There are some things that only males can teach other
males.

The boy gagged a little and his mouth drooled with saliva and precum.
He tried to mumble something, but I couldn't make it out since my
thick cock was stuffed in his mouth.

I marveled at the hard-headedness of this boy - I marveled at the
force it required to break through his tough exterior. I felt a
violent urge to break through that hardness. I grabbed two fist-fulls
of his nappy hair and rammed my cock deeper in his throat. I thrust in
his mouth savagely. I felt I had to forcibly break through that
Nigger's shell of indifference.

"Yeah, suck it boy, suck it. Suck that hard white cock like you love
what's about to come out of it."

The Nigger slurped and grunted. With every violent thrust of my hips
the black boy's face jerked back and forth. He seemed to accept the
violent intrusion into his mouth, but he still offered a façade of
resistance. Nonetheless, his lips made a nice moist seal around my
blood-gorged member. I was turning that city-hardened colored boy into
a good obedient cocksucker.

I became overwhelmed with violent passion. I pushed my cock down the
boy's throat and humped wildly, losing all sense of time and place. I
tossed my head wildly, feeling the pleasure of the boy's thick black
lips on my cock. I lost myself in the power and passion of making that
boy meet my most urgent needs at that moment.

"Suck on that white cock, Nigger. Gag on that hard white cock. Swallow
it all the way down. Suck that cock - choke on it. Oh yeah."

My cock exploded with a jet of thick creamy cum. I heard the black boy
gulp each wave of thick cum as I shot it down his throat. I held his
face to my pubes by his thick nappy hair so that he couldn't come up
for air. He had to ingest each load of cum as it slid down his tongue.
I drained my seed inside that Nigger's belly.

"Oh yeah, swallow that cum boy. Swallow my hot thick cum - it will
make you smarter."

The black boy gagged and choked on my cum. Some of it trickled out of
the sides of his mouth.

When I finished I had to catch my breath. I slowly extracted my
softening member from the Nigger's thick moist lips. Strands of cum
made a shiny bridge between his lower lip and the head of my white
cock. The black boy appeared to be gasping for air too. I examined cum
stains that were drying on the dark skin of his chin.

The boy seemed disoriented after what he just been through. I'd
imagine that must have been the first time he had ever sucked a white
cock - or any other color cock for that matter. He turned away from me
and got on his hands and knees, trying to expel cum I had just shot
down his throat.

It was then that I noticed the baggy pants sagging off of his behind.
I crept on up on him while he was still coughing and spiting, trying
vainly to clear his throat. I pulled on the back of his loose baggy
trousers. They slid down below his ass cheeks exposing his boxer
shorts. He whirled around with a look of shock and fear.

"I see you're wearing you pants loose so someone can jump inside your
trousers."

"Oh hell no. Aint nobody punkin me in my ass."

"Why not? You already proved you can suck a good dick; why not go the
rest of the way?"

"Fuck you, man."

The black boy fumbled with his pants, which were now down around his
thighs. He tried to pull them up quickly and stand, but he kept
falling down and tripping over his pants.

I grabbed him by his waist, "Here let me help you."

"No. Get the fuck away from me, man. I'm warnin' you"

"Come on; let me help you get yourself together..."

My hand brushed against his thick black dick, which was still inside
his boxer shorts. The thing felt like an Italian sausage. I had to
feel that meat again. I kept rubbing the back of my hand against his
thick ebony cock while I pretended I was trying to grab his pants and
help him up. Each time I reached for him he panicked and fell back
down on the floor again pushing his pants further and further down his
thighs - trying to fight off my advances.

Finally all of my "inadvertent" brushes with his cock began to pay
off. His thick Nigger fuck meat involuntarily rose in his boxer shorts
and poked its way through the slit.

Now, he was really in a state of panic. "Get the fuck away from me.
Back the fuck off, muthafucka. I aint playin."

I laughed at him and reached out to stroke his hardening meat, "looks
like someone else wants to play."

I reached out and stroked him again, "Get the fuck away from me....get
the fuck away...."

His voice started to trail off as I stroked his thick black cock,
making it harder and harder. His breathing grew heavy and irregular.
His attempts to ward me off became less insistent.

"Leave me alone muthafucka.. leave me alone..."

I could tell the fight was no longer in him. I stroked that teenaged
Nigger cock, now realizing that the way to a black boy's heart is
through his penis. I took my time and stroked slowly up and down the
length of his hard black shaft, making him lie on his back like a dog
in ecstasy.

"You like that, huh, boy? You like me stroking your cock..."

He just tossed and breathed heavily and managed a dispirited protest
between his panting, "Naw, muthafucka - get away from me, I hate your
sorry white ass. Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhh. Get away from my dick. Uhhhh,
uhhhh, yeaahh."

Just as the boy was building up to a climax and I knew I had him
thoroughly under my control I rolled him on his knees, still stroking
his black cock, and slipped my hand under the waist band of his boxer
shorts. I pulled his boxer shorts off his ass and admired his large
smooth black buns.

The boy whirled his head around and looked at me with defiance. The
whites of his eyes stood out in contrast to his smooth dark black
face. He rolled his eyes at me as if he was daring me to act on my
thoughts. I knew at that point I had to fuck this Nigger.

I toyed with my cock a little bit, making it hard. I continued to
control him by stroking his throbbing big fuck meat. I hadn't realized
it before, but playing with a Nigger's cock is like tranquilizing a
wild beast; once you get him in the right spot you can do anything you
want with him. I eyed the boy's smooth dark brown ass with I continued
to given him a hand job.

He weakly protested, "Naw, Naaaawwww.... Get away... get away."

I rubbed my cock, throbbing with passion once again, and shoved it
between his two tight brown buns. I must have broken the spell. He let
out a yell. "Shit, muthafucka - that shit hurt."

I didn't pay any attention to him. I couldn't stop now. I shoved my
cock in his ass deeper, making him take it.

"Oww, muthafucka - owww, owwww, owww."

His protests of pain hardly fazed me. I felt of the warmth of his
tight dark buns envelope my dick. That was all I cared about.

I humped his ass violently. I never knew fucking a Nigger's ass could
feel so good. I had never tried it before. I bet fucking a black boy's
ass feels better than almost anything else in the world because it is
larger and firmer than most. I quickly learned that the only thing
better than having that black boy's lips wrapped around my dick was to
push up deep inside his ass.

I humped and humped on that boy and heard him moan. His earlier
protests seemed to give way to resignation that his ass was being used
as it was meant to be; giving a hard white cock badly needed relief
from built up sexual tension. I pushed down on his back, forcing his
face into the floor, while I savaged his hind quarters. I kept
stroking his thick hard cock while I plowed into him.

My head was filled with the sounds of the grunts and groans that
permeated the room. The room smelled of sweat, cum and shit. I
breathed on the side of the Nigger's face and in his ear while I
fucked him like whore and stroked his jungle cock. I felt him shudder
as my arm was wrapped around his solid black body, stroking him. He
let out a moan. His dick jerked restlessly - shooting wads of cum on
the floor.

"Yeah, that's it Nigger. Shoot that cum for me."

He continued to fire away, like a dog in heat. He seemed to have lost
control and kept firing load after load of cum. I listened to the
heavy splatter it made on the floor. This drove me into orgasm. I shot
my second orgasmic load of the night deep within the bowels of this
horny black teenager.

I heard him moan in shame and embarrassment, "Awww, shit man - you
done cummed inside of me.,."

"That's right Nigger. I used your black ass like a cheap street
walker. I used it to stroke my white cock. I'll do it again too if you
flunk your exam and have to be tutored by me so more."

I felt my dick fill his ass up with hot cum. He was beyond resistance;
he just sighed and remained on his hands and knees, taking my seed
deep inside his black body and nodding his head like a whipped donkey.

I laughed, "Let it soak inside of you. It might give you the incentive
you need to be a better student."

I emptied by balls in that boy's ass. When I pulled out he collapsed
on his belly on the floor - lying in a pool of his own potent cum. His
trousers were now down around his lower thighs. All he could do was
let out a pathetic whimper, "White man fucked my nigga ass good." He
sniffed away tears of humiliation and pain.

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

The next day the black boy came to my tutoring session and he was
early. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a real change that came
over him. I no longer had to try to constantly discipline him or deal
with his slovenly indifference.

Sure, he eyed me nervously and seemed to pull back every time I got
near him. He also shifted uneasily in his seat as if his ass was still
sore. But he paid attention to the lesson tried hard to do his work.
He became a model pupil.

Since then I have tried my "method" on six other black boys, all with
the same results. The only thing I can figure is that deep down these
young men aren't really so bad - all they need is some manly guidance
and attention. I try to give it to them in spades, so to speak. And
nobody can argue with my results.

But then there are those black boys who wind up in reform school....


*************** New Student in the Reform School

Jerome somehow ended up in reform school. Everybody knew that Jerome
was a bright and proud young man. He had been the president of the
Black Pride Student Association in his previous school - before he got
busted for armed robbery. Everybody who knew the 16 year-old teenager
said that the crime was completely out of character for him. Jerome
denied the charges and the evidence against his was extremely
questionable, but the authorities wanted a quick resolution to the
crime and, being poor - Jerome's mother was unable to afford a good
lawyer.

From the first day he entered the school, Jerome felt his privacy and
dignity, both of which he valued highly, were repeatedly violated. The
doctor who gave him a check up made his drop his shorts and seemed to
fondle the boy's black balls much longer than should have been
necessary.  The doctor also took the liberty to stroke the boy's dick,
making it hard and almost bringing him to orgasm against his will.
When you are in reform school the staff make it clear that you no
longer own your body.


****************** The Natural Science Teacher

Jerome's first class was with Mr. Schmuke, the natural science
teacher. The class was a mix of age and grade levels. The school did
this to save money. There was only one other African American in the
classroom, and he was just 13 years old. His name was Kelvin.

Schmuke liked to pace around the room with a wooden yardstick in his
hand. He was a quick study of character, so he became very curious
about the new black boy. Schmuke immediately sensed that he would have
to break the nigger of his pride and shyness. The black boy carried
himself with too much dignity - it could be contagious to the other
boys in the school.

"Class, today we will study reproduction in the jungle. Rather than
have you wade through these dull texts, I think it would be better if
we had a live re-enactment. Are there any volunteers?"

Mr. Schmuke fixed his gaze at the only two African Americans in the
class. "Ah yes, Kelvin, Jerome - why don't we have you two step
forward to the front of the class."

Jerome was horrified. The white boys giggled as he made his way to the
front of the room.

Mr. Schmuke walked menacingly around the boys. He concentrated his
attention on Jerome, with the boy's charismatic youthful beauty. "Tell
us, what is it like to be a nigger in the jungle?"

Jerome felt anger and revulsion welling up inside of him. He had been
taught to respect himself. He shrugged his shoulders and mumbled that
he didn't know.

Schmuke persisted, "Come, come black boy, of course you know. You are
already a nigger - the only thing that is missing is the jungle."

Jerome felt as though he was burning with hatred for the teacher, and
this was just his first day. He managed to spit out a reply, "I can't
relate to that."

Mr. Schmuke frowned, "Hmmm, well, maybe you could 'relate' if you were
naked, like a nigger in the jungle. Why don't you strip your clothes
off right now and show us how people 'dress' in the Africa?"

Jerome looked around, wild-eyed, could the teacher really make him do
that? The boys in the class jeered him. Schmuke swatted Jerome sharply
on the ass with a wooden yardstick, "Do it now - BOY."

Jerome slowly undid his belt to the laugher and cheers of the crowd.
His pants dropped to his feet. He stepped out of them. He stood,
humiliated, in his boxer shorts while all the boys pointed and
laughed.

Schmuke put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're a proud black
man."

Jerome nodded his head.

Schmuke kept his hand on the boy's shoulder, as if he was befriending
him, "And a proud black man stands tall, doesn't he?" Jerome nodded
his head again. Could it be that Mr. Schmuke was finally coming around
to respect him?

Schmuke reached over and started rubbing the black boy's cock through
his boxer shorts. "Let's see that black soldier stand up tall before
you pull your drawers off."

All the boys in the room burst out in laugher. Jerome looked at his
teacher with tears in his eyes, "Please don't do this."

The boy's dick got harder and harder in his shorts while Schmuke
continued to massage his cock. Schmuke admired the growing length of
the boy's dick, "You're a horny black bastard, aren't you?"

More laughter from the class.

Schmuke stood back so the class could see Jerome standing in front of
the teacher's desk in his boxer shorts with a big hard cock purtruding
underneath. A dark wet stain of pre-cum spread across the front of the
boy's underwear.

Now the class was in tears, practically rolling in the isles. Jerome
felt like a horny Negro spectacle.

Schmuke leered at the boy and gave him a sadistic grin. "Take off your
shirt and your shorts."

Jerome looked at his teacher with pleading eyes, "Please sir, don't
force me to do this."

Schmuke gave the boy a smile. "Okay. I won't force you - if you get
down on your knees and beg for your dignity."

Jerome swallowed hard. It was against everything his upbringing to
have to grovel like a servant. The teacher pressed him, "It's either
that or you show the class your naked body. Now, beg Nigger."

Jerome sank to his knees and clasped his hands together. "Please
mister Schmuke, let me go back to my desk now?"

Schmuke was not yet through with the proud young black man. "Get all
the way down and kiss my feet."

The poor humiliated black boy actually got on his hands and knees, in
front of the whole class of his peers, and kissed the white man's
feet, begging him to be allowed to return to his seat.

The sadistic Mr. Schmuke lifted up his foot and put it on the desk for
all to see. "Now, lick the dirt of my shoe, like a good Nigger boy.
Show the class what a lowly Nigger you really are."

Jerome's face was filled with disgust and contempt. But he slowly
lowered his head and licked the white man's boots. The class cheered
and applauded. As embarrassed as he was, Jerome noticed something
strange was happening to him. As he licked the white man's boots in
front of the class, his dick was getting harder and harder. The boy's
hard-on did not escape Mr. Schmuke's attention.

Once the laughter died down, Schmuke turned to the boy and said,
"Okay, strip your ass naked, Nigger."

"But you promised..."

"I lied." Schmuke couldn't contain his glee.

The boy slowly pulled off his shirt, exposing his smooth black skin.
His body was toned and firm. No doubt, the nigger was fit. Several of
the white boys' dicks got hard under their desks just watching him.

Jerome slowly pulled down his boxer shorts. The boys whooped and
whistled in amazement. A long thick Negro cock swung between Jerome's
naked black thighs. The boys leaned forward on their desks to study
their classmate's big black snake.

Mr. Schmuke took advantage of the opportunity to turn this into a
teaching moment. "You see class, how the Negro has an abnormally large
dick," Schmuke rubbed the boy's dick with the end of the yardstick.
"This is why he can't get his mind off of fucking. Walk down the
center aisle, boy - so that your classmates can get a better look at
your anatomy."

Jerome wanted to shrink until he was invisible. Black boys go to great
lengths to conceal their dicks from each other, not wanting to appear
to be gay. Now, here he was being forced to parade his totally naked
body in front of a room full of white boys while they gawked, pointed
and laughed at him. It was utter humiliation.

The boys whistled and made mocking sounds and Jerome strode by, "Wow -
will ya getta look at that big Nigger cock," and "Look at how low
those jungle boy balls are hanging." They slapped Jerome on his naked
black ass, "Feel those firm Nigger ass cheeks."

Jerome tried to choke back his tears of humiliation. He knew he had to
keep his head about him in order to survive. When He returned to the
front of the class, Schmuke made the boy stand there, dick and scrotum
exposed, like a teenage slave being auctioned off to new masters.

The cruel Mr. Schmuke turned to Kelvin, the younger of the two boys.
"Strip naked, young man and show us what a 13 year old Nigger looks
like." Tears welled in Kelvin's eyes. Schmuke did not appreciate when
a boy hesitated complying to his orders. He slapped Kelvin hard with
his yardstick, "I said strip for the class, Nigger. What part of
'undress' don't you understand?"

The young boy sniffled and stripped off all of his clothes. He stood
exposed - naked to the whole world. His young smooth brown body made
some of the white boys lick their lips with desire. One of the more
sensitive classmates eyed the boy's budding tender pubes and his long
delicate young prick and gasped "Awwwwww."

"Jerome," Mr. Schmuke said, "I want you to show us how nigger bunnies
hump in the jungle. Fuck this boy's black ass for us."

Jerome sank with embarrassment. He knew he had no choice. Schmuke had
both boys get on top of his desk so that their performance could be
witnessed more easily by everyone. Jerome mounted the young boy. At
first he pushed in the boy's black ass slowly; gradually he picked up
speed.

Before long, Jerome was humping the younger boy wildly. Their black
bodies performed for the entertainment of the whole class. Sweaty
naked Negro bodies fucked like black savages on the teacher's desk and
floor. The Nigger boys grunted as Jerome humped on his younger buddy.
Schmuke encouraged them, "Yeah, show us what fuck animals you Niggers
are. Show us how Niggers fuck." The colored boys let out loud grunts
and groans. It was the hottest form of Nigger sex.

Finally, Jerome erupted in an orgasm. He shot his hot load in the
younger boy's behind. His thick Nigger jizz gushed out of the boy's
young ass and onto the desk and floor. The classroom erupted in
cheers. The younger boy sobbed from pain and humiliation. Jerome also
had tears of shame mixed with passion. The black boys lay exhausted on
Schmuke's desk.

The cruel teacher stood in front of the boys to conclude his lecture,
"What we have just witnessed is a demonstration of the true nature of
the Nigger. Try as they might to portray some other image of
themselves - when you get right down to it, the Nigger is nothing but
a fuck beast animal. Let's applaud your classmates' excellent
demonstration of reproduction in the jungle - whether that jungle is
in deepest, darkest Africa or inner city ghettos."

The class gave the two boys a standing ovation. The boys were
thoroughly humiliated. How terrible and unfair to use those black boys
in this way. Surely anyone would be reduced to a raging sex beast
under such circumstances. The poor sweaty boys buried their heads in
shame. They lay in a pool of their potent Negro jungle cum that now
covered the teacher's desk.

The bell rang, and the white boys cheerfully bounded off to their next
class, while the colored lads slowly got dressed to follow them. The
white boys talked feverishly amongst themselves about how much their
education was being enhanced by diversity in the classroom. One of the
boys could be overheard saying, "We sure are lucky to have actual
jungle bunnies in our school to show us their instinctive nigger
passions."

****************  The Ethics Class

The next class was on the philosophy of ethics. The teacher instructed
young Kelvin to join the other boys his age for recess. The topics
they would cover today in this class may be too difficult for him.
Kelvin was glad to get a chance to go outside.

Once the boy was gone, the teacher fixed his gaze on Jerome. "I see we
have a new student in the classroom. I would suggest that we give him
an appropriate welcome. In reading the papers on his background and
psychological profile it seems that we are dealing with young black
man who thinks too highly of himself. Maybe we can bring Mr. Jerome
here back to reality."

Jerome swallowed hard as the teacher circled his desk. The other
students made ominous noises, as though someone had just gotten into
trouble. The air was tense. Jerome fidgeted nervously on his desk.

Without bothering to look at the other boys the teacher said, "Does
anyone know what the topic of today's ethics class is? Is it too much
to expect that anyone has done the assigned reading?"

One of the class scholars spoke up, "Today's reading is about the
virtue of humility."

The teacher smiled, "Very good. Yes, humility. But there isn't much
that is very humble about today's black boys, now is there? We shall
perform an experiment in humility today, right here in this classroom
- Jerome?"

The black boy trembled. He had already had his share of classroom
demonstrations. The teacher crooked his finger, motioning Jerome to
come to the front of the class. He put his bony hand on the attractive
black boy's shoulder.

"Jerome here will leave us for a few minutes while the teaching
assistants and staff who are waiting for him in hallway prepare him
for his role in this important lesson. In the meantime, I want you to
contemplate humility and why it is lacking in so many of our inner
city neighborhoods."

Jerome nervously left the room, like a convict going to his execution.
He had no idea what could be waiting for him in the hallway. A few
minutes passed and a staff member opened the door and said, "The boy
is ready now."

The teacher gave a wicked smile as he stretched his hand out to the
door. "Behold your classmate, Jerome."

To the hysterical laugher of all the boys in the class, Jerome came
riding in stark naked, on an oversized tricycle, eating a watermelon.
His big nigger dick swung from side-to-side as he peddled around the
room. The white boys fell out of their seats with laughter. Jerome was
truly becoming their little black Sambo for entertainment.

One of the boys dropped his pants and stuck his pimply white ass in
the black boy's face and shouted, "Nigger, kiss my ass." This was the
ultimate humiliation. He rubbed his shit hole in the Nigger's black
face and told the boy to lick it. There had been a time when Jerome
would sooner die than lick another male's asshole - much less that of
a white teenaged boy. Now, however, Jerome gave little resistance. He
stuck out his tongue and tasted shit from the white boy's ass. The
more he licked, the more passion he put into it. Soon he was hungrily
sucking on the boy's shit hole.

Clearly, Jerome was no longer the same proud Nigger that he was when
he entered the school. The white boys circled around him to take turns
having the handsome black teenager kiss the throbbing heads of their
white manhood, and lick the pre-cum out of their piss holes. They made
the black boy stay on his knees and look up at them while they rubbed
their genitalia all over his darkie face. They especially liked
rubbing their cocks and balls on his thick black lips. The boys looked
down on the Nigger, sucking their dicks, and spat in his face.

Against his will, Jerome's dick became fully erect at this treatment.
He found that he liked the honesty of having to admit the white boys'
utter and complete domination over him. He discovered that he
worshipped the white boys as if they were young gods, and he their
Nigger slave, groveling at their feet.

He felt free once he was able to rid himself of the pretense and
dishonesty that he and the white boys were social equals. By sucking
their dicks and swallowing their cum he confirmed the truth of their
superior status and power. He could also admit that these white boys
were beautiful.

The boys laughed and cheered. They took turns rubbing their asses in
the Nigger's face and stroking his big hard black cock. They stroked
his cock as if it were a sex toy, showing their ownership over it,
making it stand erect and dance to their bidding. They made Jerome
hump the air, involuntarily, by stroking the boy and suddenly letting
go. They laughed at the Nigger's humiliation.

Jerome was no longer bound by the illusions and games played by people
outside of the walls of the reform school. Finally, he was fulfilling
his role, as the white boy's cum bucket and as a humiliated and
inferior Nigger. He was freed to acknowledge the deep-seated longings
of all colored boys to taste the white man's cum. A longing that is
rooted in the darker race's desire to be closer to the white man's
beauty and power. Jerome was now freed to act out the truth that the
white man had conquered and tamed his people.

Jerome and his classmates found relief in finally being able to drop
all of the absurd pretenses that society had forced on them. Whether
justified or not, their true relationship was that of white domination
and black subordination. The honesty of acting out that relationship
made the boys in the classroom, Jerome, and the teacher sexually
aroused.

By now the young nigger was sobbing and broken by his torn emotions.
He obediently sucked all the white boys' young cocks. They grabbed the
nigger by his head, moving it from dick to dick. They teased him,
"Suck my dick, Sambo." They thrust their hard reddened white knobs in
the black boy's face and slapped the side of his nappy head. They
sighed as they felt that black boy's thick warm lips around their
cocks. They now had proof that Niggers are born cocksuckers. The
teacher stood in the background, admonishing the black boy to "show
humility," and worship the white boys' cocks. Such admonishment was no
longer needed.

The Nigger gobbled down their dicks with greed and lust. For the time
being his pride was a thing of the past. He was lost in a fit of
passion for the white boys' power. The boys pushed hard in his Negroid
mouth with throbbing teenage cocks in need of sexual relief. The
Nigger provided it. He was there to serve them. He seemed to be
growing into his role. Without further prompting he instinctively
licked their hairy teenaged balls. They rubbed their white testicles
all over the Nigger's black face. He kissed their hairy testicles and
bowed at their feet.

Dear reader, you cannot imagine how painful it must have been to see
this once proud young Nigger reduced to a sobbing cum slut for white
men's sperm. The boys deposited load after load of their thick creamy
cum in Jerome's black mouth as if he were a sperm bank. He dutifully
licked the strands of cum off of their white balls and cock heads. He
had been reduced to a little Nigger cum slut.

When the white boys finished releasing their built-up tensions in the
Nigger's mouth, they stood back and hosed him down. The boys drenched
the Nigger in their piss. They splashed fresh hot yellow urine from
their dicks all over that Nigger's face and chest, washing him down.
Jerome was humiliated. He was showered in white teenaged whiz. He knew
that he was only good for being something for the white man to piss
on.

Dripping wet with the white boys' urine and naked from head-to-toe,
Jerome crawled to his seat in the back of the class. There would be no
more trouble out of him. The Nigger put his head down on his desk and
was silent. Thus began a new stage in his Negro education.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+