Perverts 'R' Us

Dark Nightmares: Chapter One

By Perverse Verberations ( F/b, hum, cbt )

My first day at my new school wasn't all that great. Matter of fact it sucked bad. OK, here's the deal.

It's a private black school named, of all things, Ebony Dreams. It's been an all black school since its creation, but the problem is that it's had some financial problems the past few years. That's when they decided that they needed some federal funding. This of course led to them having to open their doors to everyone interested. I don't know, maybe they thought no one would seriously apply. Now, here's my story and where I come in.

I'm only twelve, but I've been bumped up two grades and my parents want me to get the best education that I can. They had me apply to the only other esteemed private school in our area and had hoped that I could get in on a scholarship. I more than had the grades and beat out everyone else, but the problem was that they were looking to boost their minority population and so all the spots were filled by that criteria. Where did that leave me? It left me with my folks looking for another alternative and that led me to being here at Ebony Dreams. There was no scholarship, but the price was low enough that my folks could afford it. It does have high standards and good results in educating, but I just don't want to be the odd duck. No, the irony was not wasted on me.

I actually begged my folks to let me go to a regular public school, but they wouldn't hear of it. "Besides," they told me, "there will be others like you there." Yeah, there would be, I found out. Darn few, though. Several were Asian and quite a number of others were Hispanic. The only other whites were two white girls. One in the ninth grade like me and the other was in the eleventh.

As I already said, my first day sucked BAD! Let's just say that I got a good taste of prejudice, big time. Being in the ninth grade is bad enough, but try it at twelve! To top it off, I'm even a little smaller than average, which of course makes me way smaller than everyone, including all the girls in the school.

During the course of the day, I had several black guys bump me and knock me around and even a few girls. A couple of the guys told me to not EVEN look at their 'sisters' - sisters being the black girls in the school. Heck, I don't look at girls anyway - black or otherwise. At least not much, though this past summer I have started to notice females some.

All day I walked from class to class with the same results. With it being a private school, we all wear uniforms. The girls have starched white shirt and black and white plaid short skirts. We guys wear starched shirts too, but black slacks. As I've said, I didn't use to notice girls, but with me walking through the halls and seeing all the kids holding hands and hugging I start to think how some of the girls do look sort of pretty and how I wish I could share my troubles with. Of course each girl I noticed gave me a mean look and a few gave hateful comments. On a couple occasions I actually got threatened. They told me that if I ever tried touching them or their sisters or even to look at them wrong, they would kick my balls up into my throat. I started giving them wide berth whenever I could.

The staff? Most of the teachers and such are indifferent - at least to my face or in my presence. However, some are openly hostile with their views toward society and whites in general. I can't help but notice how most turn their backs or pretend that nothing is going on between me and the other students.

What of the other kids? The Hispanics and such? They're just glad to be left completely alone. A couple have made it into the tight clique, but most stay to themselves and fly under the racial hate radar. Me, I'm apparently a big ol' bullseye.

There are a few decent students and a couple of nice staff members. One is the new health teacher. She's a young black woman and I actually think she's quite pretty. The other boys definitely think so too, with how they look at her and the girls seem envious. Lately, I have had a few weird dreams and I find myself hoping I'll dream about her tonight. Then there is the new nurse. She seems nice as well. She too is black, of course, and a bit older. When I say nice I mean that she doesn't seem to have a problem with me being white.

With today being our first day of school, they orientated us and that is why I got to meet them all. The one that really scares me though is the Black History teacher. She's not a bad looking woman, I guess, but she has been eyeing me all day whenever we run across each other. She's an older black woman that I guess is about middle-aged, with large, firm breasts. Her shirt actually strains to contain her. I can't help but notice her chest, even though the looks she's given me are like, "Eww, a bug to squash."

I think the worst episode was when I was in the Health class. The second part of the class will be teaching human sexuality and my folks had signed me up. The two white girls were in the same class as me. As soon as the new teacher walked out for some materials, the remarks began. I heard some of the black girls giving the two white ones a hard time. I heard them saying not to be messing with their 'brothers' and such.

"Yeah, and if you just HAVE to have some cock, you've got that little white boy right over there." one had said pointing at me and they all broke out laughing.

I turned a bright red and so did the two girls. I guess the oldest felt she had to save face.

"Like I'd go out with a freshman!" she huffed. I guess I can't count on any help from her corner. No sticking together there.

"Yeah, and like the sister said, he ain't but small so he's probably got nothing but a tiny little pecker anyways." An older and big black boy said.

"IF, brother. IF! He might not even have one!" one of his friends joked. They all laughed.

"Now, me and my 'brothers', we've all got big, black bats to make home runs with." the first one continued and the others started really cracking up. He eyed the older white girl meaningfully and smiled.

The two white girls even joined in, though the youngest was giving more of a nervous laugh. At that point I figured that I was completely alone. The day just wore on and on with the same old crap from class to class. Getting called all sorts of names. White boy, honkey, whitey, and having fun made of my small size. I didn't dare say it's cause I'm only twelve. It would probably make things worse and not better.

Finally, the day ended and I was heading down a corridor, getting bumped around. I was heading to an exit when I heard a woman call out to me. It was the Black History teacher.

"Yes, madam." I responded respectfully. I now knew her name was Mrs. White. More irony?

"I want to talk to you for a moment, please." she responded curtly.

"Yes, Mrs. Whitey." I responded and then cold water hit me as nearby students cracked up laughing. Others threw angry looks at me. Why in God's name did I just call her Whitey?! I guess 'cause I'd been hearing it all day.

"Get in here now!" she told me forcefully and pointed to her room. I walked in with my head lowered, while those outside sneered. "Did you think that was funny?!"

"No, madam. It was an accident. I've been hearing..." I tried to explain.

"Hush! I've had my eye on you all day and I've been seeing problems. Now, I see where the problem lays!" she told me heatedly.

"Honestly, I've done nothing!" I tried to tell her.

"Quiet! One more outburst and it's to the principal's office to have your bottom paddled!" I stood quietly and she continued smugly. "I can see that you are truly an unruly white boy. It's obvious that you've been spoiled like most white children. We won't stand for that kind of thing here at this campus." she said with venom.

I wanted to speak up in my defense, but didn't dare to. She eyed me and then nodded her head in satisfaction. She then pulled me over to her chair and she sat in it with me standing right in front of her.

"Good. Just keep your mouth shut and listen. I've gone over your records and I see that you're twelve. Quite an accomplishment." she told me, but I could see she didn't mean it. "Maybe since you've come to us at still a tender age, we can help to mold you. I have my doubts, but I guess anything is possible."

I stood very still and quiet. She eyed me and continued.

"I just want you to know that I've seen a disturbing attitude in you and I want you to know that I'm aware of you." she told me sternly. I just looked at her perplexed. "You like our ebony lovelies, don't you? Don't deny it. I've seen how you've been looking at our young ladies and I'm here to tell you that we won't put up with any nonsense. They're all good girls, and I don't want you dirtying with them."

She made me stand here while she quietly watched me, so as to let her statement sink in. Her expression was horrible. I could see that she really didn't like me. I actually began to shake.

"Stay away from our darlings." she said quietly. "I don't want any of them to have to carry no white baby."

Then she opened her legs, causing her skirt to ride up to her crotch, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me between them. She scooted up to where my knees were just inches from her groin and her large breasts were just under my face. I could smell her perfume and feel her breath and body heat. She simply stared at me and I felt something stir. It was my thingy. I couldn't understand why.

"Do you understand me?" she asked me harshly. I began to tear up a little and nodded my head yes.

"Good. Otherwise I just might tan your bottom myself." she said with a self-righteous expression, as she slid her hands down from my waist and around to cup my buttocks.

I listened fearfully and my thingy twitched more, as she began to squeeze my cheeks and went into detail about what she'd do to me.

"I'll pull your pants and drawers down, lay you on your back upon my desk, and have you pull your knees up to your head, exposing your lily-white bottom to me." she said forcefully.

"And everything else!" I thought to myself. I got a mental picture of her looking down upon my pee-pee and my round thingies. My eyes just went wide with what she was saying and also because my thing was stiffening up! I've never consciously noticed it stiffening like this before.

"Then, I'll lay into your bottom." A wicked smile spread over her face and she looked down. "However, with you in that position, I just might miss your bottom on one of those especially hard whacks and 'ACCIDENTALLY' bust something a bit more sensitive." She looked up into my eyes meaningfully. "Two somethings, to be exact."

I look at her with a confused look. She then looked back downward just as my pee-pee twitched the hardest yet and I saw her raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, a filthy white boy like you probably does need a good busting." she hissed.

Then, it all sank in. It dawned on me what she was really talking about and I took in a quick breath, covered my crotch self-consciously, and tried to back away. However, she held me firmly, with her hands kneading my cheeks. My pee-pee hardened up all the way and I hoped my hands hid the fact, as well as using them to protect my round thingies. I felt her eyes burning through my hands and clothing and seeing my pee-pee fully grown. She licked her lips.

"Are you trying to play with yourself right here in front of me? Move your hands. Now!"

I jerked them away and she scowled at me fiercely.

"What's this?" she said harshly and pulled a hand away from one cheek to point at my pants and the little bulge that was now evident.

"N... nothing, madam." I tearfully said.

"Well, if it's nothing, I can just investigate then, can't I?" she responded with a hard tone.

I looked at her, horror-stricken, as she moved her palm toward my crotch. I began to twist away and she dug her fingers into my butt cheek painfully. I yelped.

"Hold still or I'll bust your bottom right now!" she shook my held cheek for emphasis.

I did as told and she resumed pressing her hand up against my crotch. Once it made contact, I felt a tingle course through my pee-pee and up through my belly. I liked how her hand felt.

"Just as I thought! You've got a little hardon, you dirty boy!" she began to shake my cheek in anger and she clasped my hardon harshly. I began shaking from fear and excitement at having her touch me. She began to tug on my hard pee-pee.

"Looks like we've got a little problem with you, all right." she continued, with her voice laced with disgust. "You'd best use some willpower and get rid of this little hard cock. Now!"

"I.. I can't..." I cried.

"Well, I can help with it!"

Then she removed her hand, scooted back some, and dropped it down below us. I just dumbly looked at her tearfully and wondered what was happening. Suddenly, she brought the edge of her hand whipping up and whacked me up under my pee-pee, hitting me in my thingies. It makes a little thud sound.

"OUCH!" I whimpered and began to fully cry and tried to grab at my crotch. She slapped my hands away painfully.

"Oh hush. I barely even racked you. Don't be such a crybaby."

I became indigent at her comment. "How would she like to have someone smack her pee-pee?" I thought to myself, but didn't dare say anything. I thought she was crazy or something. She then felt me again and saw that my 'cock' was still really hard. It seemed to be even stiffer and this angered her more. Then, she lowered her hand again. I began to squirm, not wanting to get 'racked' again.

"Don't move!" she yelled in my face.

I felt some flecks of spittle and I held still in terror. Then once more she brought her hand up, but this time a LOT harder. I could hear the loud thud of her hand whacking my balls. At first, nothing happened, and then the pain set in. I doubled over and my knees began to buckle. She held me up.

"Oh, oh, my pee-pee." I groaned out in pain.

"Now, just think what it would be like if I were to take a paddle to those balls!" she smiled meanly.

I did just that and sure enough my pee-pee began to shrink. Once she saw that I could stand unaided, she pressed her hand back up against my crotch, grabbed my cock and held it.

"Good! I see we understand each other now." she said happily, looking back up.

"Yes, madam." I responded fearfully, with a sheepish tone.

"Now, I want you to write on the blackboard, 'I won't interrupt my betters' a hundred times. Then you can go home." She went back to eyeing my crotch and pushed me away. I got a brief look upon her pantied crotch, while I covered my crotch fearfully. Her panties were satin blue and they were pulled tight against her own pee-pee. I then began to harden again! She stood and I had two large mounds in my face. They seemed to stare at me angrily and I flinched back from them slightly. She sneered down at me. I shook in fear of her finding out that my hardon was back.

"This one-on-one session never took place. Understand? Or do you want me to paddle your nuts?" I looked up at her face fearfully as she towered over me. I knew she could do what she said with no problem. I also strongly believed she meant that she would paddle my 'nuts'. I shook my head no quickly. She then picked up her purse and started to collect her things.

"I expect to see it written up there when I come in tomorrow." She started to walk away. "Remember. Don't dirty up our babies around here, or I'll paddle them to uselessness." she said, while eyeing my crotch meaningfully.

I began to shake more and kept my crotch covered and my mouth shut. What she had just said really sank in. Would she really destroy my thingies?! My pee-pee began to shrivel and my thingies tightened up in fear. She smiled triumphantly, as she made her way out the door.

"I'll be watching you!" she threw over her shoulder as she was walking out the door.

Then I heard her shoes clicking down the corridor harshly.