written by Dale 10
This story is being written to respond to a request by several African American readers who find this type of scenario erotic. It is a fantasy. A good piece of erotic art will turn off as many people as it turns on…thats because our imaginations are so fertile and diverse. We must keep the line distinct between fantasy and reality, otherwise our country and our freedom is at stake. In Japan where they have tremendously abusive and violent comics and films..there is a very low crime rate…because they can distinguish between what is real and what is not. I hope that we can too.
Ashanti Taylor had never been so terrified in all his eighteen years. He stood surrounded by a gang of white teenage boys led by something out of an old time newsreel..a big beefy man dressed in entire ku Klux Klan regalia. It was a sight all right, the flowing white robes whiping with a life of their own in the night wind...the faceless hood with two dark eye holes, and the insignia, something Ashanti had only read about or heard stories of from the old folks. After all Ashanti was a college freshman on scholarship...not just an African American sports scholarship either...but he was a bright young talent interested in engineering. He was a boy who had been sheltered from the harsh reality of what it meant to be black. He had grown up in a mostly white suburb and had felt very little prejudice. His mistake I guess had been in going to a college in the deep south...hed been warned about that but laughed it off. His other mistake had been to date a white girl. Back home this had been nothing...hed taken a white girl to the high school prom and nobody thought anything about it. But things were a bit more traditional down here. The boys with the hooded night creature seemed ordinary enough. fifteen and sixteen year old kids..in school tee shirts and jeans, work boots or athletic shoes.. boys with short choppy modern haircuts, boys with pug noses and some with freckles. Ordinary roughhousing teenage boys, laughing and joking with each other poking eachother in the ribs...sipping a couple fo beers while they watched Ashanti. then why in Gods name had Ashanti been dragged from his dorm bed in the middle of the night and dragged out here into the country dressed inonly an undershirt and a pair of blue boxer shorts? Now the ku klux klan guy remvoed his hood and robe. He was a thick set but nice looking man in his mid thirties..your fellow auto mechanic or hardware store owner..not a monster at all. This had to be someones idea of a sick joke. Ashanti was not amused. He had a big test tomorrow. The beefy man whose name was Marty turned to the assembled teenagers. "All right shut the fuck up you wild bunch of indians you. Its nigger training time." The high school boys let out a whoop...Ashanti was aghast at the disgusting name he had been called. he inteded to go directly from this hazing or whatever it was to the police. "Nigger boy...you have crossed over into a very dangerous area here...one we dont cotton to niggers stinking up our college classrooms and dorms...bad enough we got allow a certain number in, but we dont got to put up with uppity northern niggers who think they can compte with decent white boys. If you was studying manure shoveling or toilet cleaning, we might look the other way..."At this the ten white teenage boys laughed., "but you had to go and enroll in engineering school..taking some white boys scholarship."
"Look, I dont know what business it is..." Marty's big beefy hand backhanded Ashanti across his handsome face, sending the black boy down into the dirt and a whoop of victory up from the assembled kids. "im making it my business..Coalcunt! Second and worse..how dare you think you can shove that big stinking black nigger prick of yours into a nice white girls pussy..aroudn ehre we lynch jigs for that kind of behavior...However you are one lucky nigger. Were not going to kill you. No you're just going to wish you were dead. You see this is a new day and age and these here teenage boys dont know the proper way to treat a niggerboy...they aint had no real practical experience with darkies...not inthe proper relationship where the nigger is a slave to serve the whiteman..so I thought we would conduct a little class for them..tonight..and in the weeks to come..a little class in proper nigger training. You and I are going to work together..we're gonna make a real fine team. " Ashanti sat in the dirt in his underwear looking up at the man who was obviously insane. Buthow coudl ten normal teenage boys go along with such a monstrous game? "First thing boys...is niggers is not human. its a mistake to treat them human...they just take advantage. They are generally big dumb horsehung pack animals that stink to high heaven and hate any kind of physical labor. Stand up spearchucker..." Poor sensitive eighteen year old Ashanti rose to his broad strong naked feet. the night was well lit by a big silver moon and the fear on his handsome black face was apparent. "Shuck out of them clothes nigger and show the boys your freak of nature." "Look if you think Im...." He was backhanded downinto the dirt again and once again ordered to stand up and strip. It happened twice more..Marty was very patient. Finally Ashanti knew he had no choice...so he slid his undeshit up over his musclar chest and off his strong black arms. he stood barechested..dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts..the teenage boys gawking at him. "You see boys if you strip a nigger you put him in his rightful positon..an dthe humiliation gets rid of some of that uppity quality i was speaking about. ...stand up straight nigger..hand sat your sides. " marty walked around Ashanti...looking him over like a man might size up a horse he was about to buy. The gang of boys moved in closer. "now boys..take a whiff...thats nigger musk.. you can smell it a mile away..this little pickininny is scared.hes so scared hes bout to piss his pants...so he sweaten up a good nigger stink. See the sweat dripping from his pits...Look at these here nigger nipples...these big purple nubs....." Ashanti had a very nice chest..hairless..well defined with two large nipples. marty now grabbed ont of the boy tits. "thes nipples are more rubbery than white tit..they stretchreal fine..look how they puff uf and elongate when I pulls on 'em...by the time we get rhough with this boy..not only will he know his place in society...but shit he'll have nipples like sowtits..these babys will stand out two inches permanently..so swollen and stretched our boy here wont be able to ever wear a shirt without being in pain. "Marty held Ashantis face inone large hand. He brazenly shoved a thick finger between the boys full handsome lips and poked around in his mouth. "We also got to do something about this here prettyface...niggers aint meant to have pretty faces..it makes them think they can fuck whitegirls..you think you canfuck a whitegirl boy..youget all dickdrippy thinking about whitepussy?" Some of the teenage boys gathered around were getting all dickdrippy themselves. More thanone fifteen year old sported a big old teenage boner in his baggy jeans. Violence and talk of sex..what better stimulent for a teenage boy?Ashanti felt the evil and decided he had to make a break for it..so he shoved mary back and dressed only in his blue cotton boxer shorts that showed off his well developed high tight ass, he turned and ran out into the moon splashed field. The boys were after him like he was the prey in a foxhunt...yelping and laughing..ten teenagers chaxsing the eighteen year old black college boy. The rocks in the field cut at his feet...his fear pushed him on but his running was frantic and not controlled. The boys behind him ran as if they hadnt a worry in the world.
TO BE CONTINUED