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Synopsis: African American teen Jasper is sent to a racist reform school, where
he undergoes unspeakable abuse.








Lakeland Dark by dale10
 
Part One
 
I know the infamous N. word has been under tremendous scrutiny of late. Whole
groups
of intelligent individuals of various colors and ethnic backgrounds have
publicly declared
the word off limits. While other action say that it is perfectly all right for
African
American rappers for instance to use the word, but white journalists or
comedians may
not. All of this is of great interest to me because of my knowledge of certain
places where
the word rightly or wrongly still maintains a powerful punch. Lakeland Academy
for
Boys being one such place.
 
Jasper Higgins was a well built, nice looking African American male of sixteen.
He
was well spoken, well educated and came from a fine upstanding family. He made
his
dad and mum proud. He received athletic as well as academic awards, and was
popular in
school. But his father, trying to make a quick killing monetarily, got in with
the wrong
crowd, and both dad and his son had to pay. A certain man named ironically Mr.
Black,
ordered that Jasper’s father be punished for not paying debts, and that the son
be used as
a lesson to all who tried to cheat the system. Consequently Dad disappeared,
and Jasper
was convicted of drug dealing and molesting young underage white girls, and
sent for
punishment to the notorious Lakeland Academy for Boys.
 
To say Jasper was scared out of his wits would be an understatement. He had
always
been a quiet, polite boy. Now he was worried sick about his Mom and little
sister as well
as hid Dad. What would his mom do to survive? And his poor thirteen year old
sister, he
would be lost without him.
 
The first odd thing Jasper noticed about Lakeland Academy was the unusual dress
of
the boys. Boys working on the grounds of the reform school, gardening, grass
cutting,
cleaning up, wore nothing but a jock strap. This was obscene as far as Jasper
was
concerned. Many of the boys had achieved rich golden tans, but some of them
seemed to
be burning in the hot sun, their formerly pale boy flesh now a bright red. The
boy who
opened the main door to the facility was dressed in very tight white shorts and
a much too
tight tee shirt. His nipples could clearly be seen through the thin white
material, and the
shorts rode up into the crack of his muscular young ass in back, and in front,
the entire
shape of his cock and balls could be seen through the material. Jasper was
shocked, but
had little time to think about it, as the officer with him grabbed him by the
scruff of the
neck and hurried him on down the hall.
 
He passed other boys, these dressed in sight well worn jeans, not the baggy
popular
kind, but the old-fashioned skin tight variety. They too wore very small tee
shirts, some
of them so tiny that six inches of boy belly showed over the top of the jeans.
The jeans on
most of the boys were rubbed white over the crotch area and the material was so
thin that
their young dicks and balls could be clearly seen bulging out the worn cloth.
Jasper could
not believe his eyes. There was something else he noticed. Among the twenty or
so boys
that he encountered upon his arrival, there was not a single African American!
He hand
on his neck turned him into an office.
 
Seated behind a dark wood table was a handsome man of about twenty-five. This
was
Sam Garner, the new Headmaster of Lakeland Academy. How did one so young attain
such a lucrative and highly respected position? He had exactly what the wealthy
business
 

 
men and politicians who supported Lakeland wanted. He was a psychotic sadist
who
specialized in torturing young boys.
 
Even as Sam sat there at his desk, the thirteen year old naked blond boy under
the
desk licked his huge pendulous balls. If the boy made a single mistake, licked
in the
wrong way, or didn’t provide enough pleasure, he would be terribly punished.
The kid
knew this as was shaking with terror as his pink soft young tongue lifted each
nut and
bathed the sack in his teenage spit.
 
Handsome Sam Garner looked up from his desk. “Well, Officer Porter, what have
we
here? A bit of chocolate in our candy box? Step up here to the line on the
floor in front
of my desk, Nigger!”
 
Jasper could not believe his ears. He had not heard that hated word since his
father
turned off a comedy special on BET, saying that some blacks were giving his
entire race
a bad name with their language and attitude.
 
“Jasper Higgins. We have waited for you for a long time. You are our first
nigger in six
months. The last one had an accident. His dick got accidentally ripped off. How
it got
shoved down his throat to choke him, I still don’t understand. Oh well, it was
only a jig,
not like it was a white boy or anything.” Sam’s foot nudged the naked lad
beneath the
desk to lick his nuts harder.
 
“Well Sambo, strip off and let’s have a look at you. “
 
Jasper was so incensed and so horrified that he stood there frozen, glaring at
this
monster. Then the police officer slapped him hard on the back of his head.
 
“You herd the man. Shuck, Jig!”
 
Sam leaned back and spread his legs wider so the boy could lick down under his
balls
toward his asshole. He studied the black boy in front of him. Yes Sir. This was
one
handsome proud buck all right. It would be delightful to break him.
 
The sixteen-year old black boy kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks.
He could
not believe what was happening to him. He was shy, as I said, and didn’t like
to have his
body looked at. He was also at that awkward age when boys of any color are
sensitive
about their growing, changing forms. He peeled off his shirt revealing his well
formed
teenage pecs with the rather large pouty nipples. His stomach was tight and
muscular. His
arms were well muscled too and a trickle of sweat ran from under each hairy
armpit.
 
“Whew, I can smell the nigger stink already, Mr. Porter. We are going to have
to do our
best to keep this one clean or the spearchucker smell will contaminate the
whole school.”
Sam smiled and his even white teeth glistened.
 
Soon Jasper stood before the young Headmaster in only his boxer shorts. He was
trembling. His big black feet felt awkward on the carpeted floor. His toes
touched the red
line in front of the desk. His rather large lower lip also trembled from fear.
 
“What you waiting for Nigger? I don’t give orders twice. Shuck those boxers and
show
us how you boys run through the jungle back home!”
 
The black teenager could not believe this was happening to him. He was being
treated
in the most hateful prejudiced way. And to top off everything else, he was
totally
innocent. He had never stolen drugs, and he had never touch any girl
indecently. He had
been railroaded into this degrading situation. He hooked his thumbs into the
waistband
of his boxers and lowered them. He stepped out of them and stood up.
 
Sam Garner let out a whistle. He knew now, why the big shots had picked Jasper
Higgins for Lakeland Academy. The sixteen-year old boy was hung like a fucking
horse.
 

 
The boy’s flaccid dick must be seven inches long with lots of wrinkles in the
skin
showing that it would grow even more when erect. The black balls hung low and
heavy
in their sack and swung with ever move he made. Jasper stared at the carpet. He
knew
that his dick was freakishly large for his age. The kids at school all made fun
of him in
the locker room. They said no girl in school could ever take it in her cunt or
mouth. All
the guys were always trying to get a look at it, and word was out that it was
the main
subject of the girls in the school too at their slumber parties. But school was
a long way
off. Now he stood totally buck ass naked in front of the Headmaster of Lakeland
Academy. His legs felt like water. His stomach rumbled and fluttered. His lips
felt dry.
 
“Mr. Porter, look at the fuckmeat on that nigger! No wonder he can’t control
himself.
He’s hung like a fucking freak! Spread your legs boy, I want to see those nuts
swing.
Spread your legs wider. Now swing your nuts back and forth. Swing them boy! You
will
learn that there is only one real rule of behavior here at Lakeland. You do
everything you
are told to do! And you do it instantly! That’s it. You don’t do anything you
have not
been told to do, and that includes shit and piss! You just do as you are told,
and we will
get along real fine. Now play with your dick and get it hard for me.”
 
Jasper blinked. His mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You must be out of your
mind!”
 
Sam Garner picked up a metal paperweight off his desk and hurled it at the
black teen.
It struck him on the chest and knocked him back into the arms of Officer
Porter. The pain
was unbearable. He screamed and sucked in air. Sam Garner’s face had turned
red.
 
“Don’t you ever talk back to me, you fucking jungle bunny cunt! You get with
the
program, or I swear to you, you will never get out of Lakeland alive.”
 
Jasper flashed his white teeth in anger. His eyes rolled in his black face. “I
don’t give a
fuck. Kill me. Torture me. Do whatever the fuck you want. I will never bow down
to
your sick fantasies.” Sometimes teenage boys can be idealistic. Sometimes they
can be
heroic. Sometimes they can be foolish.
 
Sam Garner had regained his composure. He would have stood up, but he was quite
naked from the waist down and realized that this would compromise his position
of
authority. He picked up a remote and punched a button. The giant flat screen
wall
mounted tv lit up. Jasper looked toward it and could not believe what he saw.
 
It was his father! His father was naked and being tortured by two or three
thugs. In
some of the clips he had a ball gag in his mouth. In other he was being forced
to suck
white dick. In still others he was hung upside down like a side of beef and was
being
whipped with belts and sticks and crops. The film had no sound, but Jasper
could see the
agony on his dad’s face. The sixteen-year old boy’s eyes filled with tears.
 
“So far we have gone easy on your black buck of a dad. But how easy we go in
the
future depends on you. so far he’s only had to suck ten to fifteen white dicks
a day, and
take it up the ass four or five times. But that could change. We could have him
sucking
fifty or sixty dicks a day. Of course that might kill him, swallowing all that
jizz. We
could whip the black skin right off of him. Or we could cut off his dick and
shove it up
his own ass. That all depends on you. As long as you co-operate here at
Lakeland, your
dad will be safe. Well, relatively safe. We do need to have a bit of fun now
and then.
So what do you say, Sambo? Are you going to be a good little jig for us?”
 
The tears dripped off of Jasper’s chin and down onto his brown chest. His pecs
rose and
fell with his labored breathing. What could he do? How could he fight them?
 

 
“Yes.” He mumbled finally, digging his toes into the carpet, unable to look any
further
at the continuing torment on the tv screen.
 
“Yes, what?”
 
“Yes, I’ll be good.”
 
“Yes, I’ll be good, what?”
 
“Yes I’ll be good, Sir.”
 
Sam smiled. “Usually Sir would be the fitting title for me, but in your case, I
think I
like Massa better. You know. Massa, like in the old plantation days when you
and your
kind knew your place. Try it for me, will you?”
 
Jasper wanted to spit. He wanted to scream. He wanted to die. But he thought of
his
dad.
 
“Yes, I’ll be good, Massa.”
 
“I’ll give you a couple of days to settle down to routine. But by Friday say, I
want you
to be talking like a nigger should talk. I want to hear you sounding like a
plantation
darkie. ‘I’s be a good nigger for yo, Massa.’ Shit like that. You got that,
Snowball?:”
 
Jasper hung his handsome head. “Yes, Massa.”
 
“Good, now where were we? Oh yes, get your fuckmeat hard for us!”
 
Jasper stood there before the two white men, playing with his sixteen year old
black
dick. At first it didn’t want to respond. But he was a teen, so eventually it
always did. It
grew thicker and longer, and then was standing out over nine and a half inches
long and
thick as a flashlight.
 
“Holy shit, no wonder they sent you here. You must have ruptured those little
white
girls you raped. You must have ripped their tiny virgin cunts right open.”
 
“I never hurt anyone. It’s all a lie.” Jasper said, his big dick bobbing and
swinging over
his fat bag of nuts.
 
Officer Porter backhanded the boy. “Headmaster told you never to talk back.”
 
“He’ll learn, Porter. We’ll just increase his daddy’s discomfort.”
 
“No, please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll be good, Massa!” Jasper rose up on his toes.
He was
one beautiful naked buck.
 
Sam smiled. “Get your dick leaking for us!”
 
Jasper pumped his massive teen prick. He squeezed and twisted it. The plum
sized dick
head shone and the piss slit opened. A trickle of pre-fuck hung from the cock
lips. It
formed a long string reaching toward the floor. Jasper stood there, his dick
leaking.
 
“Good Jig. Now don’t make a mess, scoop up that fuck snot and eat it.”
 
Jasper blinked again. His head was spinning. This was not happening. It could
not be
real. He reached down and with his fingers scooped up the trailing string of
pre-fuck.
The he brought his shaking hand to his own mouth and sucked the scum off.
 
“Everybody knows niggers eat their own dick snot all the time. I hear
basketball players
keep jars of it on the court and slug it down for energy during a game.’
Officer Porter
barked a harsh laugh at Sam’s little joke. Under the desk, the boy had been re-
directed to
start sucking the Headmaster’s fat cock. Sam didn’t want to cum, just to be
suckled a
little. A guy could get seriously worn out, working in a place like this, all
the mouth and
ass cunt you wanted available twenty-four/seven. Any pretty young boy you
craved, any
time, night or day. Yes Sir. It could wear a guy out if he wasn’t careful.
 
“Listen Jig, and listen good. If you cum without permission. Ever! If you try
to beat off
or accidentally shoot a load in your sleep, your daddy will be sorry he was
ever born.
 

 
You shoot off only when we tell you to. You eat, piss, shit, talk and breath
only when we
 
tell you to! You got that?”
 
Jasper, his hard dick throbbing gulped. “Yes, Massa.”
 
“Tell me what you are!”
 
Jasper blinked. It was a habit when he was distressed. “I don’t understand,
Massa.”
 
“Jesus, God, you stupid coon. You are a fucking nigger. Anyone in the school,
teacher
or student asks you what you are, you are a fucking nigger! Got that?”
 
“Yes Massa!” Jasper was crying pretty hard now. There is something really
exciting
about seeing a sixteen-year old boy cry. Especially a black boy.
 
“Okay then, what are you?”
 
Jasper screwed up his handsome face. “I am a fucking Nigger, Massa!”
 
“Louder, I can’t hear you.”
 
“I am a fucking Nigger, Massa!”
 
“Louder, you black son of a bitch, or I’ll strip the skin off your daddy’s
hide.”
 
“I AM A FUCKING NIGGER!’ The last work disappeared in a series of pain wracked
sobs. The teenage boy tits heaved in agony. The big dick drooped a bit.
 
“Good. Then I think it’s time for you to meet the rest of the faculty and the
boys, don’t
you? I’ve got a really fun idea for your introduction to them too. What do you
say we get
going?” Sam kicked the boy under the desk away from his dick and pulled up his
pants.
This was going to be fun!
 

 








The boys poured into the cafeteria/assembly hall at
Lakeland Academy. It was
lunch time. At one end of the room was a raised dais upon
which was a table
for the faculty and counselors. The rest of the room
contained long tables
and benches each of which seated eight boys. One of the
unusual things about
the benches is that here and there there were dildos
sticking up out of the
wooden seats. There were punishment seats. Boys being
disciplined were
required to eat lunch impaled on dildos ranging from seven
to twelve inches.
These boys were required of course to remove their shorts
or jeans while
eating. The dildo seats were placed so that the faculty
could enjoy the site
from their position on the dais. The boys stood at
attention until the
entire faculty were seated. Then they were allowed to sit.
The boys all sat
at one time, so the lads who had to sit on the dildos were
forced to sit
quickly and shove the rigid rubber cocks up their tender
young asses in one
shove. You could hear grunts of pain coming from various
areas of the room.
The other boys did not laugh or make fun of the impaled
boys. They knew all
too well the agony and humiliation of being "Pegged" for
lunch.
 
 
 Certain of the boys were designated "Kitchen Boys." All
of the lads at
Lakeland had chores to perform, and kitchen boys were no
exception. They
served the meals and helped the chef cook the food and
washed the dishes.
Kitchen boys were eleven to thirteen years old. They served
the food naked.
 
 

 
On special occasions they wore a small bow tie and perhaps
a short apron,
but not on ordinary days. Their young pale pink bodies and
sweet asses
pleased the faculty no end. More than a few of the boys got
their ass cheeks
squeezed as they set plates of food down at the faculty
table. Some of the
boys had to endure having their tiny dicks and nuts yanked,
or their nipples
tugged. A few of the faculty members ordered boys to report
to their
chambers after lunch for some private counseling. At
Lakeland that of course
meant for a boy...sucking dick or getting fucked.
 
 
The boys serving looked scared. To drop a dish or spill
food was
punishable by sadistic torture such as having thumb tacks
forced into the
soles of your young feet and being forced to walk that way
for an entire
day. The boys balanced huge heavy trays of food, and their
small naked
bodies glistened with sweat.
 
 
After serving the faculty, the Kitchen Boys served the
students. The boys
at Lakeland used no utensils when they ate. That was
considered too
dangerous. They had metal dog dishes filled with food set
before them, and
at a signal, they plunged their cute young faces into the
bowls and
slobbered up the food like animals. They were not allowed
to use their hands
in any way.
 
 
Some of the faculty had boys under the table sucking
their dicks and
licking their balls. This was most embarrassing to the
boys. Everyone knew
 
 

 
that to be a boy at Lakeland meant to be used and abused
sexually. But to
have to perform in front of the other boys was particularly
humiliating.
 
 
The faculty of the reform school was made up of
psychotics and perverts,
many of them taken out of high security prisons. Their
terms were dismissed
in return for them taking up positions at Lakeland. Of
course their behavior
was monitored as strongly as that of the boys. Most of the
faculty members
were men who had molested boys or abused them in some way
in private life.
 
 
The boys were totally at their sadistic mercy. One
beautiful thirteen year
old set down a plate before Mr. Geller, the English
Teacher. Mr. Geller
hauled off and whacked the boy across the face as hard as
he could. The boy
flew across the room and slammed into the wall. The rest of
the faculty
carried on conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary
had happened. In
fact nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The poor
boy's nose was
bleeding and his face started to swell up. Mr. Geller
snapped his fingers
and the naked teen scrambled to his feet and staggered back
to his place at
the faculty table. Mr. Geller looked at the blood running
out of the boy's
nose, squeezed his hardening dick in his trousers, and
placed a well aimed
punch right into the recently matured scrotum of the abused
boy. The kid
crumpled to the floor. Mr. Geller took one foot and placed
it on the boys
dick and nuts and stomped as hard as he could from a seated
position.
 
 

 
 The boys eating their lunch never looked up. It was
unwise to look up.
Unwise to do anything other than follow orders. They ate
their disgusting
tasting oatmeal like lunch.
 
 
Some of the faculty glanced with amused interest at the
menus for the day.
While they ate sumptuously prepared food, the boys were
given healthy but
foul tasting crap. Each day some secret ingredient was
added to the food as
a little joke played upon the unsuspecting boys. Today, the
oatmeal like
porridge contained horse cum. The school contained a fully
functional farm
for various animal/boy related activities, and the ten
stallions were milked
daily. The cum was stored and then used in cooking the
boys' food. It was a
little joke that the faculty could share. Sometimes shit
was put into the
food, or spit, or other fun ingredients.
 
 
As the boys finished their meal, Headmaster Sam Garner
stood and raped the
table for silence.
 
 
"Boys, we have a special treat in store for you today.
We have a new
addition to our little family. A new addition I think you
will be delighted
to meet. Let's make him feel really at home. Just as you
boys know because
of your misbehavior and anti-social behavior, you are the
scum of the earth.
In the same way, there is scum even lower than you. Hard to
believe?There is
pond scum beneath the scum. Some form of boy even lower
than you? Something
for you to abuse and degrade and take out your frustrations
on. We know you
 
 

 
boys get frustrated from time to time. So here is some scum
for even you to
detest and degrade. Meet Jasper!"
 
 
At Sam's signal, one of the muscular young prefects
dressed in white
tight tee shirt and tight ass and dick hugging trousers,
tugged two strings
he held in his beefy hand.
 
 
A delighted gasp came from the mouths of the boys as the
strings proved
to be pulling a naked black teenager on roller skates.
 
 
Jasper was totally naked, hands tied behind his back. His
feet were
strapped in a pair of old fashioned roller skates. Fish
hook like things
were impaled through his meaty teenage nipples at attached
to strings and he
was being pulled by these.His face was a mask of pain and
humiliation. His
big black dick swung as he rolled into the room. The boys
cheered and
applauded.
 
 
"Boys, look at the new nigger joining our school! Look
at that big fat
nigger dick swing as he rolls in. Look at that thick animal
fuckmeat boys!
That nigger wants to fuck your little white sisters in the
cunt. That is
what he lives for. He is a black motherfucking piece of
shit, boys. Look at
those big eyes rolling in pain, you can see the whites all
around..like in a
fucking nigger cartoon. And look at those thick lips. Those
thick pickaninny
lips will be sucking lots of dick boys...maybe even some of
yours if you are
good boys."
 
 
Jasper was sobbing in pain and humiliation. Not only were
his nipples
 
 

 
stretched horribly from his muscular teenage chest as he
was pulled around
the room by his tits, but the fact that these boys were
jeering at him and
now spitting on him was destroying him.
 
 
"That's right boys, spit on the nigger! Let him know who
is boss. Even
you boys, the shit scum of the earth are better than any
nigger. It's just a
fact of life." Then Sam signaled the prefect who tugged the
strings harder
and the nigger teen felt his feet roll out from under him
and he slammed
down hard onto the floor onto his muscular ass. The room
exploded in
laughter. These boys had such little joy in their tortured
lives, that this
was a rare treat indeed.
 
 
 The prefect untied Jasper's hands, and the black teen
sat there on the
floor in a daze.
 
 
"When you sit, nigger, you keep your legs spread wide so
those fucking
cum filled nigger sacks are on display." Jasper did have
huge balls.
"I want you boys to help me. And if you help me, you know I
can help you. I
can make things easier here for boys who help. How can you
help? I don't
want our nigger boy here to unload those fucksacks without
permission. If
any boy here catches him emptying his dick and balls you
report him at once.
I don't want that nigger cumming without permission. Play
with your dick,
Nigger. Sit there like you were on the plantation and play
with your dick
for us."
 
 
 jasper, tears running down his handsome face, put one
hand down to his
 
 

 
thick black prick and started to squeeze and rub it.
 
 
"God damn it Nigger, put some enthusiasm into it, or do
you want us to
have you dragged around the cafeteria by your tits?"
 
 
'I should like to see that," Mr. Wellington, the history
teacher said.
 
 
 "Come on boys, don't stop spitting on him. You may leave
your tables to
go spit on the new spearchucking black boy."
 
 
Gobs of saliva covered Japser's ebony skin. Spit dripped
from his chin
and ran down his muscular chest. It stung the open wounds
of his pierced
nipples. His face was covered in spit. It clogged his nose
and coated his
lips. He pulled frantically at this cock, trying to get a
response from it.
 
 
"What's the matter Nigger, can't get it hard? Is that
because there are no
six year old white girls here for you to molest? For you to
rip open with
your big black mule dick? Motherfucking freak!"
 
 
In spite of the abuse, Jasper's dick did start to
thicken. He was a
teenager after all, and teenage dicks are hard almost
constantly anyway.
 
 
"Stand up, Sambo...show the boys that huge fuckhose.
Show us how you
jungle bunnys beat off."
 
 
The roller skates had been taken off of his large
feet, and jasper now
struggled to stand. He stood there jerking on his fat
teenage fuckmeat, spit
running down his smooth dark body. His big balls danced in
their fleshy
sack.
 
 
"Spread those legs more. I want to see those nuts
swinging. Think about
the last little white cunt you fucked!"
 
 

 
 Jasper's dick was up full now, a throbbing giant of a
prick, out of place
on a teen's body. It leaked pre-fuck from the wide piss
hole. His breathing
grew ragged and his chest rose and fell. He would soon
shoot his load.
 
 
 "All right Nigger. Stop!" The order rang through the
cafeteria.
 
 
 Jasper stood there, his hands at his sides, as his thick
black dick
bobbed and throbbed and strings of fucksnot ran from the
piss slit.
 
 
"That's a good Nigger. You don't cum without permission.
But we are being
rude to our new guest. He has not had his lunch. Nigger boy
here needs some
lunch. " Sam snapped and a naked pre-teen entered with a
plate full of fried
chicken.
 
 
"Just what niggers love. Fried chicken. Yummy!" The room
was now filled
with wild laughter.
 
 
The plate was set on the floor at Jasper's feet. Then
Sam Garner snapped
his fingers again and three muscular prefects stepped up
and unzipped their
tight trousers.
They hauled out dicks that were easily seven inches soft.
They grew to nine
or ten hard. The boys knew this from having the cocks
thrust up their small
asses. The prefects tugged at their own hunks of fuckmeat
as the room grew
silent. The fat fuckers grew hard at once and started to
leak. No one spoke
as the prefects beat their cocks, standing there next to
the terrified
nigger teen. Then one by one, the prefects unloaded,
sending cascades of
 
 

 
fuckslop down onto the chicken, coating it with slimy
sperm. Clots of cum
and drooling rivers of spunk coated the fried chicken. Each
of the three
prefects had a really huge load.
 
 
"Well, what are you waiting for, Nigger. Why don't you
eat your lunch?"
Sam asked, and the faculty pounded the table in delighted
glee.
 
 
Jasper looked down at the cum coated mess. He wanted to
puke.
 
 
"Don't forget your father, Jigaboo, and what can happen
to him. Now eat
your lunch like a good little Nigger!"
 
 
Jasper had no choice. He fell to his knees and reached
down and picked up
a piece of cum coated chicken. He brought it to his mouth
and gagged.
 
 
'You puke and so help me, you will lick it up. The boys
here know that
rule, don't you boys?"
 
 
"Yes, Sir!" the boys chanted as one, all their eyes
glued to Jasper and
the chicken.
 
 
Jasper took a bite of the fuckslop coated chicken. It
tasted terrible. Cum
covered his lips and dripped into his mouth. The cum
squirted this way and
that as he bit into the foul fowl meat. His salty tears
mingled too with the
taste of the spooge and the chicken. He ate it in front of
the cheering boys
and the sadistic faculty. And this was just the start of
his horror!
 
 

 








While Jasper ate his cum coated chicken, the boys in the
room roared
with laughter. In their miserable lives, the slightest
diversion was treated
as a Godsend. And to see another boy get punished made each
boy feel perhaps
his lot was not so unlucky.
 
 
Sam faced the student body...or to be more precise...the
student bodies,
since their succulent young boy flesh was the real reason
they were here.
 
 
"Cunts! Before we adjourn for afternoon classes, we have
a matter of a
punishment to dole out." All of the boys stiffened. Any
boy in the place
could be horribly tortured at any time. He he had committed
no infraction of
the ridiculous rules, one could be invented, just because
the boy's body
caught the eye of one of the prefects or faculty members.
 
 
But the boys relaxed again as they saw four naked
fourteen year olds
ushered into the room. The boy's had terrified looks on
their handsome
faces. Lakeland Academy only took attractive boys. Of what
use were plain
or chubby or ungainly youths? They were not fuckable!
 
 
 The four boys were ushered on weak legs to stand in front
of a table,
facing the student body.
 
 
"These four miserable twats broke one of our most sacred
rules. You know
boys, for you own good you are never allowed to shoot your
miserable pricks
without permission. You are not allowed to ever frig your
disgusting dirty
little clits unless we tell you to. Well these four fucking
cunts took it
into their minds to try to get together secretly and have a
fucking circle
 
 

 
jerk. How stupid can douche brains be, anyway? Did they not
think we would
have surveillance in the stock rooms? Did they suspect that
ever fucking
camera is in plain sight? Let this be a lesson to you boys,
you are always
being watched. You so much as blow your nose without
permission, and you
will be punished. The only thing you do in this school
without permission is
breathe. And we are working on ways to control that."
 
 
Two of the four boys were crying now, big tears running
down their
cheeks.That always gave several of the faculty members
instant hard ones.
Alvin Geller, the English teacher grabbed the neck of a
naked serving boy
and dragged him under the faculty table. He positioned the
boy between his
legs. The kid knew what to do. Using his teeth, not his
hands, he lowered
the zipper on Mr. Geller's trousers and with his tongue and
lips fished out
the teacher's fat dick. Then he began to lovingly lick the
prick shaft and
cockhead. Geller sighed and continued to watch the
punishment proceedings.
 
 
"These worthless chunks of afterbirth took it into their
heads to have a
little circle jerk and to play with each other's clits.
Well as you can see
we caught them cum handed! And since they love to cum so
much they are
willing to break the school rules to do it, I have decided
to make cumming a
part of their punishment." As he spoke, Sam rand his hands
over the smooth
young bodies of the teenage boys. He gently teased their
budding tits. He
 
 

 
patted their stomachs and bubble asses. He lifted their
full young ball
sacks and softly flicked their dickheads. The boys trembled
with fear.
Still on the floor, Jasper Higgins, the only nigger at
Lakeland, ate his cum
coated chicken and watched the proceedings with wide eyes
and trembling
lips.
 
 
"When I give the word, you boys will jack off for us. You
will masturbate
your clits for the entire student body. And the last boy to
cum...do you
hear me...the last boy among you to shoot his load of snot
will have a nail
driven through his dick into a board, and he will wear it
as a punishment
for one week!"
 
 
 The four teenage boys stood there limp dicked and
terrified. They knew
the Headmaster was a monster. How someone so young could be
such a total
monster was beyond them. What had happened in his life to
make him so
totally evil? The boys hands shook as they fingered their
limp dicks. One
boy began to pump to try to get a head start. He got Sam
Garner's foot in
his teenage balls instead. He crumpled to the floor in
pain.
 
 
"False start, boys, horse out of the gate too soon!" The
faculty members
laughed. Now four of them were getting blow jobs from under
the table.
 
 
 "God help me..." Jasper Higgins murmured. If this was
how the white boys
were treated, what in God's name was in store for him, an
African American?
Jasper thought about his poor father, held somewhere, being
tortured. His
 
 

 
fate depended on Jasper doing exactly as he was told.
Jasper had to be
strong for his dad!
 
 
"All right Cunts, ready to flick your clits? Remember the
last one to
shoot is the loser. Ready, set, begin!"
 
 
The boy who had been kicked in the nuts scrambled back
to his feet, but
he got a late start jerking on his teenage dick. What
interested the faculty
was that each boy had his own unique jerking style. Boys
find at an early
age which exact stroking style suits them best...gives them
the most fuck
pleasure. Some boys rub their titties while they jerk. Some
boys squeeze
their ball sacks. Some boys even rub their tiny assholes or
insert fingers
or pencils. Most boys have at one time or another tried all
of the above.
Boys are most industrious about their jerk off activities.
Lakeland Academy
had hundreds of hours of video of boys jerking off. Boys
from the ages of
ten to twenty one. Boys of every shape and size, as long as
they were good
looking. Boys with huge cocks and boys with small peanut
sized dicklets.
 
 
 The four boys were so nervous and scared their pricks
didn't want to
harden up. One of the boys began to pinch his nipples. His
cock thickened a
little.
 
 
"Oh look, Robbie must have tits like a cunt, he likes
them pinched when he
has sex." Sam Garner acted as announcer for the event.
"Tim here is trying
a back handed stroke, but his clit is still limp as a snot
filled tissue.
 
 

 
Pete has a little stiffy going, but he can do much better
than that. I know,
I've seen it. Jerk those dicks, motherfuckers...get them
hard."
 
 
 The boys virtually yanked on their pricks, wanting, no,
needing to cum.
You never saw boys beat their meat with such fervor.
 
 
"I do believe these boys might yank their dicks right off
their bodies!
The room burst out in laughter. Many of the boys watching
got hard dicks
themselves. Some of them leaked onto the wooden benches on
which the boys
sat. Jasper was too appalled to become aroused in any way.
He was a straight
boy with no interest in homosexuality.The cum clots on the
chicken were
making him sick to his stomach. He got by by pretending it
was ranch
dressing.
 
 
"Come on, work those clits, Cocksuckers! If one of you
doesn't cum soon,
we will nail all four of your pricks to boards!" The
teenage boys pulled
harder on their dicks. Their hairless balls jiggled and
danced. They were
all good looking boys as I said, and their self-fuck
activity would have
made an excellent porno video. Two of them now had full
hard-ons. Robbie was
a little behind. He put one hand under his nuts and rolled
them as he
jerked. The room was very quiet now, except for the sound
of masturbating
hands and the sucking sounds coming from under the faculty
table. The boys
were taught to slobber like pigs and make piggy noises when
they sucked
dick. It degraded them more.
 
 

 
 Mr Geller slapped the side of the head of the teenager
sucking his
fuckmeat. "Change your suck angle, Bitch, you're not doing
it right!" he
growled. The kid rose up on his knees and bent his head. He
flicked at the
bottom of the prick with his tongue while he sucked on the
head.
 
 
 At last one of the boys grunted and sprayed the floor in
front of him
with teenboy fuck seed. It shot out in four long ropes of
boy spooge.
Then Pete grunted and also unloaded. His didn't fly as far,
but was thicker
and splattered the wooden floor so hard it could be heard.
Then the third
boy hissed and his prick ran with a more watery cum. It
dripped down onto
the floor right in front of his him, some getting on his
bare feet. Poor
Robbie was the last to cum. He closed his eyes in agony and
pulled on his
dick with all his might. His cum suddenly burst like cannon
fodder from his
pisshole. It hit the floor with and inkblot kind of effect,
spreading and
making shapes on the hard wood. The four kids stood there,
fuck leaking from
their spent pricks, teenage titties heaving with the
effort.
 
 
 "Well, it looks like Robbie here, loses. The other boys
may report to
their regular tables. I think all four of you have learned
a valuable
lesson. But Cute young Robbie here, has to pay the piper!
And look at this
mess on the floor. Boy prick snot all over the fucking
place. Oh yes, I
forgot, we got a Nigger now to clean up for us. Sambo, get
your black ass
 
 

 
over here and lick up this spilled spooge!"
 
 
Jasper could not believe what he was hearing. He was an
intelligent,
sensitive boy. How could they treat him like an animal?
 
 
"Better get a move on, Jig. I don't like to have to
repeat myself."
 
 
One of the prefects, a handsome kid of nineteen in a
tight white tee shirt
kicked Jasper in his stomach. The boy tried to scramble to
his feet, but he
was kicked again.
 
 
"Niggers crawl around here. They don't walk like human
beings. The black
teenager was almost out of his mind with anguish and anger.
He crawled
toward the dias at the front of the room. He approached the
first puddle of
boy cum. It was a yellowish off white and had thick globs
amid a more
watery base.
 
 
"What are you waitng for, Steppin Fetchit? Get your
fucking nigger ass
licker out and lick up that tasty white boy cocksnot!"
Jasper looked down
at the puddle of cum and wanted to puke. But what could he
do? He was
trapped. He lowered his head and started to lick at the
cum. It's taste was
bitter and salty and rank. But not so much different than
the cum on his
chicken.
 
 
"That's right, lower your nappy head, Butterfly and suck
up white boy
sperm."
 
 
As Jasper licked up the teenage cum, Robbie's punishment
continued. He
was almost hysterical by now and would have tried to run
had he not been
held by two prefects. A third brought out a long two by
four, a hammer and a
 
 

 
thick long nail.
 
 
"This is what happens to boys at Lakeland who play with
themselves without
permission! You boys know the rules. I don't know why you
try our patience
by breaking them! All right, nail his clit to the board!"
 
 
Robbie screamed, Mr. Geller shot into the mouth of the
boy sucking him. He
cursed, He hadn't wanted to shoot until the nail actually
pierced cock
flesh. The young boy sucking him gulped down the spooge.
 
 
They held Robbie still, placed his teenage dick on the
two by four, then
put the tip of the nail on the shaft right behind the
cockhead.
 
 
 "Oh God, please, please don't.I won't jerk off any more.
I promise to be
good. I promise. Please!"
 
 
Jasper couldn't look as the hammer came down on the nail,
driving it
through the prick shaft and into the board. The boy let
out a blood
curdling scream.
 
 
"Now Robbie here will drag this two by four around with
him for one solid
week. He will drag it by his dick. No boy is to help him or
come to his
aid." Poor Robbie was only half-conscious.
 
 
 "Oh I see it's time for our after lunch piss and shit
break. Report to
the Cuntroom, girls!" The boys rose from their seats and
faced front. Then
they began to file out.
 
 
A big tear ran down Jasper's face as he licked up the cum
from the four
boys. Not only for himself, but for every boy at Lakeland
Academy.
 
 

 








Paul Towers was very nervous as he entered the office of
Doctor Weller,
the head doctor at Lakeland Academy. Doctor Weller was not
strictly a doctor
anymore. He had lost his license to practice medicine when
he was found by
the police with his dick up the ass of a thirteen year old
schoolboy
patient. In defense of Dr. Weller, the boy was beautiful
and any big dicked,
red blooded pervert would want to fuck his tiny sweet
bubble butted ass. The
fact that the kid was a virgin only made the hole
stretching more potent.
The boy had come in for a physical with is mom, and as Mom
sat in the outer
office, Dr. Weller had the boy strip totally naked and then
drugged him.
While the kid was half out of it, Dr. Weller played with
the nicely
developing prick and smooth hairless ball bag. That led to
some fingering of
the virgin asshole, and then, Dr. Weller just had to get
his eight inches up
that tiny boycunt. As it would happen, another patient
looking for the
men's room opened the wrong door and saw Dr. Weller balls
deep up the ass of
the boy and called the police. The men in blue arrived with
unusual
punctuality and interrupted the good Doctor before he could
even unload up
the agonized kid's pink boypussy.
 
 
In other words, Dr. Weller was just the kind of man
Lakeland Academy
wanted. Paul Towers was nervous whenever he had to have
dealings with the
sadistic, perverted medical man. But this day was special.
Paul Towers had
 
 

 
been at Lakeland for three years. During that time he had
been fucked over
one thousand times. He had also sucked over three thousand
cocks. The really
cute boys at Lakeland were kept busy most of the day and
night. They didn't
even have time for the foolish formality of classes or
workshops. And as for
rehab..forget it. It was their mouths and asses that the
teachers at
Lakeland set about training. That and breaking the wills of
the boys. Paul
had been broken and rebuilt to be the kind of cocksucking
fuckboy that the
faculty was proud of. He also displayed a talent for
sadism. So, today was
the day that Paul Towers was going to go from student to
Prefect at
Lakeland. After today he would be working for the school,
in charge of a
number of boys. His job...to make life hell for the lads in
any way he
could. The more he hurt and tortured, humiliated and abused
the boys in his
charge, the more highly he would be thought of by his
superiors.
 
 
Paul was dressed in a sport's coat, shirt and tie for his
final
interviews. He need to get a physical from Dr.Weller. He
shyly poked his
head into the room. The look on his handsome young face
said it all. He was
scared and totally humble before the sadistic doctor.
 
 
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little cocksucker Paul
Towers. Come on in,
Cunt. I haven't fucked your ass in almost a year. MY, my,
you have grown up.
You must be what, all of seventeen now. As I remember you
had a nice tight
 
 

 
pussy. I'll bet that isn't the case anymore. I know our
fine young
Headmaster likes lean muscular boys like you, and I'll just
bet he opened
you up so you could deliver a fucking baby from your
cunthole. I am sorry
that I have not seen you this past year, but you know I
fancy the younger
lads, and I have been so fucking busy fucking! Ha ha."
Dr. Weller fancied
himself something of a comedian.
 
 
 "So you are going to be a prefect, huh? If I pass you on
your medical
exam. That means you will be able to bully the little cunts
instead of being
bullied. Lucky you. I guess passing this medical is really
important, eh?"
 
 
"Yes, sir!" They were the first words Paul uttered
since entering the
room Paul Towers had darkly handsome good looks. His
family had Intalian
and Latino blood in their background, and the best of both
came out in this
muscular young man. At fourteen, he had been arrested for
selling drugs to
some middle school boys and had been sent to Lakeland. His
first day at the
school, he had been forced to suck thirty-two dicks.
Everybody it seems had
wanted to try out his pretty, soft, young mouth. His ass
was opened soon
after by the Headmaster himself.
 
 
Well, what are you fucking waiting for, Christmas? Get
those clothes off
and let me see how you have been developing this last year.
Is your dick
still rather small. I recall it was nothing to write home
about. No
cuntfucker if I remember correctly. It is so difficult to
remember when one
 
 

 
has so many teenage cocks to consider. I fucked a new boy
just the other
day...thirteen and he has over seven inches of fuckmeat,
would you believe
it? That is going to be so much fun to play with. And we
have a new Nigger,
did you hear? Hung like a fucking horse and shy and
perfect to abuse. I'll
see what I can do to put him under your charge...if you
pass your physical
of course. Come on, don't dawdle, get naked."
 
 
Paul Towers stripped bare assed naked in front of the
perverted doctor. It
was nothing new by this time. He had spent most of the last
three years
naked. Still, he hesitated when he got to his undershorts.
one never knew
what new sadistic tricks the doc had up his sleeve or in
his pants. It felt
strange to be wearing underwear again. The boys at Lakeland
were not allowed
to wear underwear, except for special occasions such as the
visit of a big
shot politician who liked boys in underpants.
 
 
"Get those panties off and show me your fuckhose!"
Paul stripped down the blue boxer/briefs. He heard the
doctor laugh.
 
 
"Oh my God, it really is not very large is it. I mean,
you have grown in
every other way. But your cock is really more like a clit
than a dick, isn't
it?" Paul said nothing. He just stood there letting the
doctor look at his
rather small cock. He didn't cover himself. He knew better
than to do that.
"I SAID YOUR DICK IS MORE LIKE A CLIT, ISN'T IT" The
doctor screamed
suddenly.
 
 
"YES SIR. MY DICK IS SMALL AND REALLY MORE LIKE A CLIT."
"YOU COULD NEVER FUCK CUNT WITH THAT, COULD YOU?"
 
 

 
 "NO SIR, IT'S MUCH TO SMALL TO EVER FUCK A CUNT."
 
 
 The doctor smiled. "Good. I see you learned some
manners in the past
year. You might make prefect yet. Let's get a piss sample,
and then we'll
take a look at you with the cunt spreader."
 
 
Meanwhile, Jasper, the only Black boy at Lakeland was
having an
eye-opening first day. He now knelt naked in what was
called "THE CUNT
ROOM."
 
 
 The Cunt Room was the Bathroom. In most school it would
be called the
Boys Room, or the Girls Room. But at Lakeland it had been
affectionately
named The Cunt Room. The Boys at Lakeland were not allowed
to ever piss or
shit without permission. And they were always monitored
when they did so.
That was so they could not play with their dirty little
clits, and also so
that the clients and sponsors of the school who liked to
watch boys shit and
piss could enjoy the activity with the boy.
 
 
Jasper, who had been forced to crawl down to the Cunt
Room from the
Cafeteria, could not believe his eyes.
 
 
The boys, stood in a line, all of them totally bare ass
naked. They were
forced to stand so close to each other their their young
dicks brushed up
against the bodies of the boys in front of them. Because
there were very
little boys as well as strapping teens of nineteen in the
line, some of the
older boys fat cocks rubbed against the backs or necks of
little boys in
line in front of them. They stood this way in a body
rubbing line, arms at
 
 

 
sides not speaking. They knew the routine. Proctors kept
the line moving.
As the boy's moved forward, they spread their young legs to
straddle a
trough or drain that ran the length of the room. Spreading
their legs
allowed the guests seated on bleachers to view the teenage
swinging balls
and the pretty young hunks of fuckmeat. In attendance this
morning was the
Sheriff of the county, a state Senator, and two prominent
businessmen, among
others. They studied each boy with keen interest, trying to
decide which boy
they would like to have for the day to play with.
 
 
When a boy reached the front of the line, directly
opposite the guests, he
would squat over the trough. Then he would shout at the top
of his lungs.
"PISSING." and he would piss. Piss shot out of the
teenage cock. The boy
was not allowed to touch himself. The guests leaned in
closer to study the
pissing teenage dick. Then the boy would shout out,
"SHITTING," and he would
squeeze until the tip of a turd appeared at his asshole.
Cameras in the
trough captured the shitlog forcing it's way out of the
teen boy asshole and
projected it up on two giant screens. The boy squatted and
grunted shitting
out three long large turds. Then he stood up and did a most
unusual thing.
He bent over from the waist and reaching back, spread his
young smooth ass
cheeks. A Proctor handed the next boy in line three small
squares of toilet
paper. The next boy in line had the duty to wipe the shitty
ass of the boy
 
 

 
in front of him. The school called this bonding! With only
three thin
squares of toilet paper, the wiping boy had to make sure
every swipe was
carefully planned. After cleaning the ass, the boy in front
moved off to the
showers, which all boys took every time they shat, and the
next boy would
squat to do his duty. To keep the entire process
manageable timewise, there
were three such lines and three troughs in the big room.
 
 
Jasper could not believe the perverted sickness of the
entire sight. How
could he be expected to shit and piss in this manner? A
proctor standing
next to him, kicked him in the nuts, but only hard enough
to get his
attention.
 
 
"Every boy at Lakeland has chores to do as well as going
to social rehab
classes. You have to pay for your crimes against society.
Your job, Nigger
will be to work here, in the Cunt Room. Someone has to
clean the shit out of
the troughs when the boys have finished. That's going to be
your job. You'll
be using your nigger hands to pick up the shit and dump it
down the drain.
Don't complain, Nigger, you could be using your mouth!"
 
 
After all the boys had finished shitting and pissing,
Jasper's job was
further explained to him. One boy was assigned to each shit
trough. One of
the other boys was Asian and one was Latino. Obviously
there was lots of
racial prejudice at Lakeland. The were naked and looked
subdued and humble.
 
 
 "We could turn on the water and just flush the shit and
piss down, but our
 
 

 
Headmaster feels this is an appropriate job for nigger scum
like you. so
what you do, is climb on down into the trough, and pick up
the shit and
crawl with it to the drain at the end and dump it, simple,
right?"
 
 
Jasper could not stand the stink of the boys' shit. It
was overpowering.
He wanted to puke. Then the prefect threw a tape measure to
Jasper.
 
 
"Oh yeah, the Headmaster has a little welcome task for
you. Just to see
how well behaved you are. Until further notice, he wants
you to measure each
turd before you dump it. Here's a pad of paper and a
pencil. Just measure
how long each shit log is and how big around in the middle.
Record that
data, and then dump the turd and move on to the next one.
Do a good job and
Be accurate, the cameras are watching you. Jesus, Nigger,
you got a big
fucking dick! When you crawl, it's gonna get dragged
through all that boy
shit!" The prefect laughed and rubbed his own prick bulge
in his white
pants.
 
 
Jasper wanted to die. But his horror was just beginning.
 
 

 








Paul Towers was very nervous as he entered the office of
Doctor Weller,
the head doctor at Lakeland Academy. Doctor Weller was not
strictly a doctor
anymore. He had lost his license to practice medicine when
he was found by
the police with his dick up the ass of a thirteen year old
schoolboy
patient. In defense of Dr. Weller, the boy was beautiful
and any big dicked,
red blooded pervert would want to fuck his tiny sweet
bubble butted ass. The
fact that the kid was a virgin only made the hole
stretching more potent.
The boy had come in for a physical with is mom, and as Mom
sat in the outer
office, Dr. Weller had the boy strip totally naked and then
drugged him.
While the kid was half out of it, Dr. Weller played with
the nicely
developing prick and smooth hairless ball bag. That led to
some fingering of
the virgin asshole, and then, Dr. Weller just had to get
his eight inches up
that tiny boycunt. As it would happen, another patient
looking for the
men's room opened the wrong door and saw Dr. Weller balls
deep up the ass of
the boy and called the police. The men in blue arrived with
unusual
punctuality and interrupted the good Doctor before he could
even unload up
the agonized kid's pink boypussy.
 
 
In other words, Dr. Weller was just the kind of man
Lakeland Academy
wanted. Paul Towers was nervous whenever he had to have
dealings with the
sadistic, perverted medical man. But this day was special.
Paul Towers had
 
 

 
been at Lakeland for three years. During that time he had
been fucked over
one thousand times. He had also sucked over three thousand
cocks. The really
cute boys at Lakeland were kept busy most of the day and
night. They didn't
even have time for the foolish formality of classes or
workshops. And as for
rehab..forget it. It was their mouths and asses that the
teachers at
Lakeland set about training. That and breaking the wills of
the boys. Paul
had been broken and rebuilt to be the kind of cocksucking
fuckboy that the
faculty was proud of. He also displayed a talent for
sadism. So, today was
the day that Paul Towers was going to go from student to
Prefect at
Lakeland. After today he would be working for the school,
in charge of a
number of boys. His job...to make life hell for the lads in
any way he
could. The more he hurt and tortured, humiliated and abused
the boys in his
charge, the more highly he would be thought of by his
superiors.
 
 
Paul was dressed in a sport's coat, shirt and tie for his
final
interviews. He need to get a physical from Dr.Weller. He
shyly poked his
head into the room. The look on his handsome young face
said it all. He was
scared and totally humble before the sadistic doctor.
 
 
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little cocksucker Paul
Towers. Come on in,
Cunt. I haven't fucked your ass in almost a year. MY, my,
you have grown up.
You must be what, all of seventeen now. As I remember you
had a nice tight
 
 

 
pussy. I'll bet that isn't the case anymore. I know our
fine young
Headmaster likes lean muscular boys like you, and I'll just
bet he opened
you up so you could deliver a fucking baby from your
cunthole. I am sorry
that I have not seen you this past year, but you know I
fancy the younger
lads, and I have been so fucking busy fucking! Ha ha."
Dr. Weller fancied
himself something of a comedian.
 
 
 "So you are going to be a prefect, huh? If I pass you on
your medical
exam. That means you will be able to bully the little cunts
instead of being
bullied. Lucky you. I guess passing this medical is really
important, eh?"
 
 
"Yes, sir!" They were the first words Paul uttered
since entering the
room Paul Towers had darkly handsome good looks. His
family had Intalian
and Latino blood in their background, and the best of both
came out in this
muscular young man. At fourteen, he had been arrested for
selling drugs to
some middle school boys and had been sent to Lakeland. His
first day at the
school, he had been forced to suck thirty-two dicks.
Everybody it seems had
wanted to try out his pretty, soft, young mouth. His ass
was opened soon
after by the Headmaster himself.
 
 
Well, what are you fucking waiting for, Christmas? Get
those clothes off
and let me see how you have been developing this last year.
Is your dick
still rather small. I recall it was nothing to write home
about. No
cuntfucker if I remember correctly. It is so difficult to
remember when one
 
 

 
has so many teenage cocks to consider. I fucked a new boy
just the other
day...thirteen and he has over seven inches of fuckmeat,
would you believe
it? That is going to be so much fun to play with. And we
have a new Nigger,
did you hear? Hung like a fucking horse and shy and
perfect to abuse. I'll
see what I can do to put him under your charge...if you
pass your physical
of course. Come on, don't dawdle, get naked."
 
 
Paul Towers stripped bare assed naked in front of the
perverted doctor. It
was nothing new by this time. He had spent most of the last
three years
naked. Still, he hesitated when he got to his undershorts.
one never knew
what new sadistic tricks the doc had up his sleeve or in
his pants. It felt
strange to be wearing underwear again. The boys at Lakeland
were not allowed
to wear underwear, except for special occasions such as the
visit of a big
shot politician who liked boys in underpants.
 
 
"Get those panties off and show me your fuckhose!"
Paul stripped down the blue boxer/briefs. He heard the
doctor laugh.
 
 
"Oh my God, it really is not very large is it. I mean,
you have grown in
every other way. But your cock is really more like a clit
than a dick, isn't
it?" Paul said nothing. He just stood there letting the
doctor look at his
rather small cock. He didn't cover himself. He knew better
than to do that.
"I SAID YOUR DICK IS MORE LIKE A CLIT, ISN'T IT" The
doctor screamed
suddenly.
 
 
"YES SIR. MY DICK IS SMALL AND REALLY MORE LIKE A CLIT."
"YOU COULD NEVER FUCK CUNT WITH THAT, COULD YOU?"
 
 

 
 "NO SIR, IT'S MUCH TO SMALL TO EVER FUCK A CUNT."
 
 
 The doctor smiled. "Good. I see you learned some
manners in the past
year. You might make prefect yet. Let's get a piss sample,
and then we'll
take a look at you with the cunt spreader."
 
 
Meanwhile, Jasper, the only Black boy at Lakeland was
having an
eye-opening first day. He now knelt naked in what was
called "THE CUNT
ROOM."
 
 
 The Cunt Room was the Bathroom. In most school it would
be called the
Boys Room, or the Girls Room. But at Lakeland it had been
affectionately
named The Cunt Room. The Boys at Lakeland were not allowed
to ever piss or
shit without permission. And they were always monitored
when they did so.
That was so they could not play with their dirty little
clits, and also so
that the clients and sponsors of the school who liked to
watch boys shit and
piss could enjoy the activity with the boy.
 
 
Jasper, who had been forced to crawl down to the Cunt
Room from the
Cafeteria, could not believe his eyes.
 
 
The boys, stood in a line, all of them totally bare ass
naked. They were
forced to stand so close to each other their their young
dicks brushed up
against the bodies of the boys in front of them. Because
there were very
little boys as well as strapping teens of nineteen in the
line, some of the
older boys fat cocks rubbed against the backs or necks of
little boys in
line in front of them. They stood this way in a body
rubbing line, arms at
 
 

 
sides not speaking. They knew the routine. Proctors kept
the line moving.
As the boy's moved forward, they spread their young legs to
straddle a
trough or drain that ran the length of the room. Spreading
their legs
allowed the guests seated on bleachers to view the teenage
swinging balls
and the pretty young hunks of fuckmeat. In attendance this
morning was the
Sheriff of the county, a state Senator, and two prominent
businessmen, among
others. They studied each boy with keen interest, trying to
decide which boy
they would like to have for the day to play with.
 
 
When a boy reached the front of the line, directly
opposite the guests, he
would squat over the trough. Then he would shout at the top
of his lungs.
"PISSING." and he would piss. Piss shot out of the
teenage cock. The boy
was not allowed to touch himself. The guests leaned in
closer to study the
pissing teenage dick. Then the boy would shout out,
"SHITTING," and he would
squeeze until the tip of a turd appeared at his asshole.
Cameras in the
trough captured the shitlog forcing it's way out of the
teen boy asshole and
projected it up on two giant screens. The boy squatted and
grunted shitting
out three long large turds. Then he stood up and did a most
unusual thing.
He bent over from the waist and reaching back, spread his
young smooth ass
cheeks. A Proctor handed the next boy in line three small
squares of toilet
paper. The next boy in line had the duty to wipe the shitty
ass of the boy
 
 

 
in front of him. The school called this bonding! With only
three thin
squares of toilet paper, the wiping boy had to make sure
every swipe was
carefully planned. After cleaning the ass, the boy in front
moved off to the
showers, which all boys took every time they shat, and the
next boy would
squat to do his duty. To keep the entire process
manageable timewise, there
were three such lines and three troughs in the big room.
 
 
Jasper could not believe the perverted sickness of the
entire sight. How
could he be expected to shit and piss in this manner? A
proctor standing
next to him, kicked him in the nuts, but only hard enough
to get his
attention.
 
 
"Every boy at Lakeland has chores to do as well as going
to social rehab
classes. You have to pay for your crimes against society.
Your job, Nigger
will be to work here, in the Cunt Room. Someone has to
clean the shit out of
the troughs when the boys have finished. That's going to be
your job. You'll
be using your nigger hands to pick up the shit and dump it
down the drain.
Don't complain, Nigger, you could be using your mouth!"
 
 
After all the boys had finished shitting and pissing,
Jasper's job was
further explained to him. One boy was assigned to each shit
trough. One of
the other boys was Asian and one was Latino. Obviously
there was lots of
racial prejudice at Lakeland. The were naked and looked
subdued and humble.
 
 
 "We could turn on the water and just flush the shit and
piss down, but our
 
 

 
Headmaster feels this is an appropriate job for nigger scum
like you. so
what you do, is climb on down into the trough, and pick up
the shit and
crawl with it to the drain at the end and dump it, simple,
right?"
 
 
Jasper could not stand the stink of the boys' shit. It
was overpowering.
He wanted to puke. Then the prefect threw a tape measure to
Jasper.
 
 
"Oh yeah, the Headmaster has a little welcome task for
you. Just to see
how well behaved you are. Until further notice, he wants
you to measure each
turd before you dump it. Here's a pad of paper and a
pencil. Just measure
how long each shit log is and how big around in the middle.
Record that
data, and then dump the turd and move on to the next one.
Do a good job and
Be accurate, the cameras are watching you. Jesus, Nigger,
you got a big
fucking dick! When you crawl, it's gonna get dragged
through all that boy
shit!" The prefect laughed and rubbed his own prick bulge
in his white
pants.
 
 
Jasper wanted to die. But his horror was just beginning.
 
 

 








Dr. Weller twisted his finger up the asshole of Paul
Towers. The boy
squirmed on the table. It was certainly not the first time
his ass had been
invaded since he came to Lakeland. Lord no, he had been
fucked almost daily.
The really cute boys always get the worst abuse. He had
been passed around
like a joint from teacher to teacher and each one had
sampled his then
innocent young ass. He was used to getting fucked and to
sucking dick. But
now he wanted desperately to get a job as a prefect for
several reasons.
First of all, it would cut his sentence in half. Second, it
would give him a
chance to dish it out rather than take it. He couldn't wait
to vent some of
his pent up sadistic anger on those fucking young boys who
would be under
his charge. That is the kind of lad Lakeland sought out for
prefects. But
Paul had to pass his physical and some other tests before
he would be
accepted.
 
 
Dr. Weller was not gentle. He was not gentle on purpose.
He loved to hurt
boys. He shoved his finger deeper into Paul's guts.
 
 
"Jesus Boy, use your cunt muscles. Tighten up that pussy
at least a
little. Who'd want to fuck a cumdump like that?" Paul
tightened up his ass
muscles as he had learned to do. Many of the boys at
Lakeland did cunt
tightenting exercises every day. Nobody wants to fuck a
fourteen year old
with a sloppy loose cunt. Boys whose cunts got too loose
suddenly
disappeared from Lakeland, never to be seen again. The fact
that it wasn't
 
 

 
in the least the boy's fault if his cunt became loose,
didn't seem to matter
at all to the teachers. First they ruined a boy, and then
they blamed him
for being ruined.
 
 
Paul's rather small dick twitched as the Doctor rubbed
his prostate.
 
 
"I told our Headmaster...Headmaster, I said... Young Paul
Towers dick is
much to small for him to be a prefect. Prefects have to
have big fucking
dicks to impress the boys and keep them in line. Especially
the younger
boys. They are terrified of huge cocks and for good reason.
So a prefect
with a massive hunk of fuckmeat really helps control them.
But our very
young but wise Headmaster responded that he believes you
have a truly
sadistic nature and that is also needed for cunt control!
And It may be so.
I certainly am not in charge of hiring and firing around
her. Although to be
fair, I must list on your report that I feel you have a
grossly inadequate
cock. If you were still girl fucking, not that you ever
will be, but if you
were still girl fucking, you would be laughed at. No self
respecting twat
could even feel that tiny pricklet in her pussy. It has got
to be under six
inches hard. We will have to get accurate measurements and
some good photos
of it."
 
 
 Paul hated the doctor. Here it was the most important day
of his life. His
chance to escape from incarceration and take control of his
life, and the
fucking doctor was trying to do everything to ruin it for
him.
 
 

 
 "When were you last fucked?" Doctor Weller asked,
inserting a speculum
into the asshole of the teenage boy.
 
 
"Last night."
 
 
"Who fucked you?" Doctor Weller was not gentle. He gave
the screws a
twist so the boy's asshole was stretched like a cunt.
 
 
"The Headmaster fucked me."
 
 
 Doctor Weller chuckled. "Oh my, that explains things. I
was wondering
why a small dicked fuckup would be chosen as a prefect. So
you are the
Head's private fucktoy!" He gave the screws another twist,
stretching the
asshole to obscene proportions. Paul felt as if he would
pass out from the
pain, but that would show weakness.
 
 
 "How can the Headmaster enjoy such a fucking loose cunt?
Of course he does
have an enormous dick. Still, I would think he would enjoy
opening a fresh
innocent thirteen year old virgin asshole instead. I really
must speak to
him. Jesus, you look like you have given birth down there!
Oh well, what can
I say. He is the Headmaster and there is no accounting for
bad taste."
 
 
 In the Cunt Room, Jasper, the only black boy at Lakeland,
looked up at the
prefect with wide eyes. "I...I don't think I can do this."
He finally said
meekly.
 
 
"What are you too fucking stupid to even measure turds?
What a dumbfuck
Nigger! I explained it to you once. You pick up each turd
in your hands and
measure it's length and how big it is around in the center.
Then you record
that and then take the turd and dump it in the drain. Then
go back to the
 
 

 
next turd. Jesus, how difficult can that be?
 
 
 Jasper felt terribly sick to his stomach. He was
supposed to kneel naked
in the shit trough and lift each stinking soft turd from
the pile of shit
and measure it. What kind of insanity was this. The noticed
the other two
boys in the room going about their work. They somehow must
have gotten used
to the stench and the disgusting idea. The Asian boy
glanced over at Jasper
and gave him a look to tell him he'd better not cause
trouble.
 
 
 The shit of twenty-five or more boys filled the trench.
Jasper felt the
room spin.
 
 
'I can't. I just can't do it, Sir. Give me another job,
please!" Jasper
was a nigger, but he was not used to begging. He had been a
straight A
student and respected in his community. And now to be
suddenly treated like
a plantation nigger. It was too much for him to take.
 
 
"Nigger, I will not tell you again. Climb on down into
that trench and
measure those turds." The prefect seemed to be enjoying
this. He was a
handsome brute, all muscle with a huge lump in his pants.
 
 
"Oh God, please, I am going to be sick!" And Jasper
puked. He heaved up
his lunch of cum covered chicken. It was an putrid stinking
mess.
 
 
 "You stupid fucking Jig, now look what you have done. Now
you are going to
have to lick up your stinking nigger puke too!"
 
 
The poor naked teenage black boy was trembling. "I
can't. I just Can't!"
The Prefect called for back-up and three more muscular
thugs appeared from
another room.
 
 

 
 "The fucking Nigger won't do his chores and also puked on
the floor and
won't lick it up. What the fuck is the matter with these
spearchuckers.
Don't they know their fucking place in society?"
 
 
"They are too fucking stupid to know anything." They
dragged poor naked
Jasper into the middle of the room, his teenage dick
swinging. It was so
degrading to be totally naked in front of these fully
clothed guys. They
held him down on the floor.
 
 
 "Spread his legs. Jesus Christ, just look at the fucking
dick and balls on
that Nigger! No wonder our white girls aren't safe on the
streets. He looks
just like a fucking animal down there."
 
 
The prefect picked up a short rubber hose.
 
 
"Well, lets see if he will obey orders after I beat
those big fat Nigger
nuts with this hose."
 
 
 "OH God, no..please...I...please..." Jasper screamed.
The cords in his
neck stood out like ropes. He tried to twist away, but the
muscular prefects
held on to his big black feet and his arms.
 
 
'Nigger I am going to beat your nuts. This is for your
own good. To teach
you on this your first day at Lakeland, that you will
follow any and all
orders without question. I am going to beat your fat nuts
until they are
swollen like cocoanuts. I am probably going to hurt your
horse cock a bit
too as I can't possibly hit your nuggets without whacking
that slab of
fuckmeat as well. That's what you get for having such a
fucking big nigger
dick. Hold him boys, this is going to hurt!"
 
 

 
 At the state capitol there was a very exclusive private
party going on.
Senator Martin Breslin was throwing an intimate function
for certain
like-minded friends of his. A select group of males and
females who shared
the same hobbies and interests as the young handsome
senator. Everyone at
the party was dressed in expensive designer clothing.
Everyone that is
except for the wait staff. The Black wait staff.
 
 
The entire wait staff of the party was made up of well
built black men.
And except for the occasional bow tie or cuffs, they were
all stark naked!
That's right, these beautiful big black bucks moved through
the room,
serving cocktails and canapes totally naked. Their fat
black cocks swung as
they walked and their low hanging balls slapped their
thighs. They pretended
not to care, but inside, they were dying of shame. If they
did this. If they
humiliated themselves in every fucking way, they could
shorten their prison
sentences. They had to be used by the senator and his
perverted guests in
unspeakable sexual ways. If they even complained, they
would be clapped into
the hole at the prison for months, perhaps years.
 
 
'Nigger, let me try one of those," the Senator barked to
a handsome black
buck with a tray of canapes. The naked negro walked over to
the Senator who
took a canape and popped it into his mouth and then reached
out and grabbed
the nigger by the balls.
 
 
"I like this one. I like the thick hanging foreskin on
his pizzle. And I
 
 

 
like his low hanging balls. He isn't worth shit sucking
dick yet though.
You would have thought he would have learned how to suck
dick being in
prison for over a year, but I guess he was a top there. Ha.
Imagine a nigger
being in control!" He looked up into the face of the
humiliated young buck.
"But you are learning how to suck dick with those big thick
nigger lips of
yours, aren't you?"
 
 
"Yes Sir." the nigger responded.
 
 
"I want you to suck dick like a professional at the
party here today. Do
not, I repeat, do not embarrass me in front of my friends.
No gagging or
spitting up. And you take it up the ass without a whimper,
you hear? He's
still pretty much a virgin back there. I fingered him
some."
 
 
 The older gentlemen seated next to the Senator leaned in.
"Let's see that Nigger ass!"
"You heard the man! Turn around boy and present your ass
 
 
to this
gentlemen."
The muscular nigger turned showing his fine naked bubble
but to them.
 
 
 "This nigger just got married before he was arrested.
Just started to fuck
that big hose of his into his negress bride. I bet the
bitch loved the feel
of that big black fuckmeat ripping into her twat. Though
she'd probably been
fucked by her daddy and her brothers from the time she was
eight or nine.
You know how those niggers are. And now, instead of fucking
his new bride,
he is getting fucked in his tight black asshole. Well, we
are going to
loosen that asshole up considerably. Aren't we, Nigger?"
 
 

 
 "Yes Sir!"
"What are we going to do, Nigger...say it!"
 
 
"You are going to loosen up this nigger's asshole!" The
muscular black bit
his lower lip. He was one step from insanity!
 
 
"Going to turn that Nigger asshole into a proper black
cunt!"
'Yes Sir, you going to give this worthless Nigger a
cunt!"
 
 
 The older gentlemen reached out and rubbed his hand on
the black ass
globes.
 
 
"So soft and smooth, and such strong muscles under the
skin. Put down that
tray and reach back and spread your ass cheeks Nigger and
let me see your
pussy."
 
 
Tears formed in the Nigger's eyes as he spread his ass
cheeks for the
white men. His tiny little ass pucker was revealed. He had
fucked others in
prison, but had never been fucked himself. They were too
scared of him. And
now here he was, totally degraded.
 
 
The older gentlemen picked up a swizzle stick and began
to poke into the
tight anal ring of the black servant.
 
 
"I hear they got a new nigger boy over at Lakeland
Academy. Teenager. He's
supposed to be hung like a fucking bull and really cute."
 
 
The Senator laughed. "Cute,if you go for monkeys. Still,
it might be worth
checking out. I would love to have a really young nigger
stud to work over.
You know...lots of unrelenting pain!" The swizzle stick was
now sticking out
of the black corrugated asshole. "By the end of tonight we
are going to get
a champagne bottle up this nigger hole, you can bet on
that. What's the
 
 

 
Nigger boy's name at Lakeland?"
 
 
The older man wrinkled his brow. He fucked the swizzle
stick in and out of
the black asshole. "Jamal...Jasper....Jazzbo....something
like that."
 
 
 Across the room, another naked nigger servant stopped in
his tracks,
holding a champagne bottle. His lower lip trembled. They
were talking about
his son, Jasper!
 
 

 
Poor Jasper spent the next two hours measuring shit logs.
His hands
were covered in shit as were his knees from kneeling in the
waste to pick up
and measure each log. He gagged constantly and the smell
from the shit
filled his young black lungs. How could his life have come
to this. He
thought about his father and tried to guess what must have
happened to their
comfortable middle class life to bring them to this. He
knew his dad loved
him and was suffering just as much as he was.
Finally he was ordered out of the shit trench by one of
the muscular
teenage prefects dressed in white tee shirt and white
pants. He was told to
get into the shower and clean off his nigger filth. It
wasn't nigger filth
that made him stink, but the shit of white boys, still
Jasper could not
argue. He walked with his head down, naked, big black dick
swinging over
heavy teenage balls, to the showers. It felt good to get
under the heavy
spray of water. He lifted his head to the shower head and
let the water run
down over his face, across his muscular chest and down to
his groin. He
washed the shit from his hands and knees and the rest of
his body. It had
been the worst experience of his young life. He washed his
muscular black
ass globes, each one like a ripe melon. Then the prefect
who watched
everything, handed Jasper a hose attached to the wall.
"Here, Nigger, shove this up your cunt and clean it
out."
"Huh? I don't understand." Jasper had even forgotten for
a moment where
he was.
"Stupid fucking Niggers. Don't you understand English? I
said shove the
fucking hose up your twat and clean yourself out!"
"I am sorry, I don't know what you mean. My twat? I don't
have a ..."
The muscular blond guard spun the black teen around and
slammed him
against the wall. "Hands on the wall, Sambo, stick your ass
out. Bend a
little at the waist, Jig, get those watermelon globes out
for me." Then the
guard roughly shoved the hose up jasper's teenage asshole.
It hurt like
hell. Burning pain filled the boy.
"Oh God, Please..." He hated the feeling of the hose up
his ass. His big
black toes curled and his body tensed. His balls pulled up
slightly in their
fleshly black sack. He had been after all a well behaved,
middle class high
school aged nigger before.
"Shut those fat nigger lips before I give you something
to really cry
about. I am just cleaning you out. We got a special soap
and water mixture
in these cunt hoses. It stings quite a bit, but it really
does the job. Now
you hold this in until I tell you to shit it out!" He
turned a spigot and
the warm soapy mixture filled the black boy's guts. It felt
okay at first,
kind of soothing, but soon jasper started to feel heavy
down there. Then the
mixture started to burn. He sort of danced on his big feet
to relieve the
pain.
"You niggers sure do love to dance. Look at you, hopping
around."
"Please, take it out..that's enough. Please....."
"I say when it's enough." Then the guard thought of
the famous line
from "Gone With the Wind" and had to laugh. " I says when
it's quittin'
time."
Jasper closed his beautiful dark eyes and pressed his
hands flat against
the wall for support. The pain in his guts was getting
unbearable. His tight
black stomach bloated out like he was pregnant. Still the
soapy water kept
on. Tears ran down the boy's smooth brown cheeks.
"Oh God, I'm going to explode!" The boy screamed and the
guard swatted
him in the nuts with his truncheon. Now the pain in the
kid's ample ball
sack equaled the agony in his guts. His legs, strong as
they were almost
gave out. He collapsed against the wall in agony.
"Stand up, Nigger. I didn't tell you to relax, you
fucking lazy black
bastard."
"OH GOD...OH GOD...PLEASE...MY STOMACH IS GOING TO
EXPLODE!" Jasper
screamed.
Finally the prefect turned off the flow. Jasper stood
there slum mped
against the wall, his stomach obscenely bloated like a
woman nine months
pregnant.
"You don't let it out until I say so, not a drop of it.
You hear me, Spear
Chucker? Not a fucking drop or you will be sorry you were
ever born."
"Sir, I can't hold it. I can't...it hurts so bad."
"You just hold it. Show me you niggers are good for
something. Now give
me twenty squats."
Jasper turned his handsome head. This guy couldn't be
serious He was
supposed to do squats with his stomach bloated like this
and not lose the
water?
"Oh God, I can't even move..I can't..."
SPLAT! The rubber truncheon slammed across the boy's
chest.
"Twenty squats, now!"
Like a bitch about to give birth, Jasper waddled around
to face the
prefect who had moved to the center of the room. Then with
tears running
down his face and his teeth clenched, he slowly squatted.
The pain almost
caused him to black out. His breathing was heavy, his big
nippled muscular
chest rising and falling.
"Keep your legs spread wide. Make sure when you squat
your long fat black
jungle nuts reach the floor. Don't you fucking lose a
single drop!"
Jasper was sure his screams could be heard all over the
school. The pain
was unbearable, yet he had no choice but to bear it. His
large muscular feet
spread wide, he squatted and rose, his fat swollen belly
looking obscene.
Each time he went down, his low hanging nigger scrotum
brushed the tiled
shower room floor. Jasper never knew how he made it to
twenty, but somehow
with the help of God, he did.
"There you see, now that wasn't too bad, was it? Now
crawl over to that
drain there and shit out that water."
Jasper scrambled to the drain. He squatted over it. He
didn't like
having the blond white skinned thug watching him while he
took a shit, but
what could he do? He cupped his balls to lift them out of
the way and let
go. Soapy shit water shot out of his ass like fodder from a
cannon. The
Prefect laughed. The strangest pain coursed through
Jasper's body as he
emptied himself. Piss shot from his thick nigger dick. The
spray of shit
water kept coming. It seemed endless. Jasper broke out in
a cold sweat and
felt the chills. It felt like his insides were being shit
out.
The handsome prefect laughed again. "Just like a fucking
animal. You
niggers are nothing better than fucking animals."
Finally Jasper was finished. He collapsed on the tiled
floor, his body
drained of all energy and control.
Then the Prefect stripped naked. Jasper looked up at him
with horror.
"Good job, Nigger, now crawl on over here and suck my
dick!"
Jasper's full lower lip hung open in disbelief. This
could not be
happening.
'Oh please, not that. I am not gay. Please don't make me
do that."
"I said crawl on over here and suck my dick! Do you know
what happens to
boy's at Lakeland who don't follow orders?"
"Please, I am begging you. I'll be good. Just don't make
me suck a dick.
Please!"
"You been sucking your daddy's dick since you were two or
three, don't you
fucking lie to me. All you niggers are the same. I know you
all suck your
father's big fat cocks. Now you got five seconds to get
over here and get
your mouth open!"
"Oh God....oh, Lord help me..." Jasper sobbed as he
crawled across the
tiled shower floor toward the muscular white guard who was
gently fingering
his fat white prick. The guard's dick grew to eight inches
over heavy balls.
He spread his legs as he stood in front of the cowering
nigger.
"It's real easy. You just open your thick lipped nigger
mouth until it
resembles a cunt and then I shove my cock in and fuck your
facepussy. You
help by sucking and using our tongue to lick the underside.
At first you
won't be very good, but within a few days here, you will
get the hang of
it."
Jasper looked up at the guard. "Please, you can't treat
a human being
like this. I haven't done anything wrong. Please!" His
beautiful brown body
trembled with fear.
The handsome guard smiled. "First, none of the boys here
at Lakeland are
human! Second if even the white boys here are trash, then
what the fuck does
that make you? The dogs outside in our kennels are higher
than you on the
food chain. And you better learn that quick. The sooner you
learn what it
means to be a useless nigger, the better things will be for
you. Now open u
those thick lips."
Jasper sobbed and opened his mouth.
"Stick our tongue out as far as you can."
Jasper did, and the white prefect laid his fat dickhead
on the black
boy's tongue. It felt horrible to Jasper only because he
knew what it was.
"There, having a dick on your nigger tongue doesn't feel
too bad, now does
it? Can you feel my dick leak running down into your
throat?" It was true,
there was a trickle of pre-fuck running from the pisshole
over Jasper's
tongue into his mouth and down his throat. He wanted to
die. He couldn't
control his trembling. His breath came in ragged spurts.
Then the prefect fed the boy more dick. It entered the
black teenager's
mouth. His tongue slid back to accommodate the fuckmeat.
"Now close your thick black lips around the dick stalk
and start sucking.
A good suckjob from a nigger boy is better than any blow
job a girl can
give."
Jasper felt like puking, but knew he dare not. The thick
prick sawed back
and forth in his mouth moving deeper and deeper. Pre-fuck
mixed with saliva
to create a flow of gunk which ran not only down his throat
but spurted from
the sides of his mouth as the fat cock fucked in and out.
"Suck Dick, Nigger, Suck Dick! You'll be doing this all
day every day
from now on, for as long as you are at Lakeland. You are
like a fucking face
toilet. We unload in your fucking thick lipped mouth! And
you better learn
how to be a champion sucker! Suck that Dick, Nigger..suck
it harder. Suck
the jizz from my pisshole! Use your hand to massage my
nuts. Suck dick!"
The cum blast almost caused the poor black boy to pass
out. Thick wads of
cock snot shot against the room of his mouth and then
clogged his throat. He
swallowed, his stomach rebelling against the foul mixture.
The cum went
down, came up, and went down again...more cum squirting out
from his lips
wrapped around the fucking dick.
"Dont you fucking waste any of my cum. You swallow it
all! You are going
to be eating more cocksnot than food here at Lakeland, so
get used to it."
Poor sixteen year old Jasper could not believe he was
swallowing the fuck
out of a man's prick. What was happening to him? What was
he becoming?
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