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Subject: Taming Tough Boys from the Streets
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This is a fictional story. It is not about minors nor is it intended
for them. It includes force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are
offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to
read.
I'm not into hate crimes or anything like that, and I'm not a queer
or faggot. I just think some of these young street niggers need an
attitude adjustment, and I have a special way of giving it.
You see, law enforcement doesn't work because it takes these punks
off the street, but it doesn't do anything to change their attitude.
Social service doesn't work either, because it pampers them too much.
I know what these boys need. They need exposure to positive role models
and real manhood. I can give that to them. But manhood, by its nature,
is rough.
What these boys need is a good, hard, firm white master to teach them
some humility, discipline and obedience. They need someone who can give
them a good attitude adjustment to shape them up for dealing with the
knocks and bumps on the road of life.
So I got three of my buddies together, we got in a pick-up truck and
went out one night to capture some young, unruly niggers so we could do
some social service work on them.
We figured we could only handle about three niggers in any one night.
We cruised the streets of the ghetto, looking for nigger who looked
like trouble, and followed him until he was alone. We'd drive up to
him and ask him for directions or where to score some weed. One by one
we captured each nigger - tied him up, gagged him and threw him in
the back of the truck. Now everything was in place for us to break
these niggers in like boot camp.
We each took a nigger out of the back of the truck, grabbing him under
their arms, and we dragged them into my basement, which is on an
isolated farm - far from any neighbors.
All three of the nigger boys were sturdy, healthy and strong - so you
can imagine the fuss they put up. They kicked and struggled as we
dragged them down the steps. Their eyes were wide and white with fear.
Fortunately, their hands were bound. All we had to do was tie each of
them to their chairs in the basement, then the fun could begin.
I turned to my buddy Jeff that this was a lot of hard work. He agreed.
I looked at one of the three black boys. He was staring at me with
wide frightened eyes. "Don't get so excited. Just think of this as
training camp, to make you a more civilized human being. If you don't
do anything stupid you wont be harmed."
This didn't seem to calm the boy down. He was tossing his gagged head
from left to right and making muffled sounds.
"What's that, boy? You want me to remove the gag?"
More excited muffled noises from underneath his gag. I figured I'd
have to remove it to find out what the nigger was saying. As soon as I
took the gag off and he let of a loud stream of "muthafucka" this,
"muthafucka" that, and "muthafucka" the other. I never heard so
many "muthafuckas" before in my life.
I just stood in front of the boy with my arms folded across my chest,
waiting for him to get hoarse - but he didn't. He just kept on
yappin'. Something told me that I'd have to shut this nigger up.
"Now you see, this is why we picked you boys up in the first place.
Listen to yourself. Listen to your language and how loud you talk.
It's a good thing there aren't neighbors for miles around; they
might really be disturbed hearing you yell and swear like that."
The nigger kept bellowing, "Who the muthafuck are you? You white
muthafucka. You betta untie this shit if you know what's good for
you. Where the fuck are we, muthafucka?"
I leaned in the black boy's face. "The real question is not where
you are, but why you are here."
The boy let out another long stream of "muthafuckas."
I directed my buddies to ungag the other two niggers to see if they had
something more intelligent to say. As the gags flew off, all three
niggers went into a chorus of curse words.
"White muthafucka, I'ma kick yo ass. You white muthafuckas need to
suck my black dick."
I leaned forward again, my face directly in front of the nigger in the
middle, "Now there's a good idea; except I kinda had in mind that
it would be the other way around."
The niggers kept bellowing in unison, and wouldn't let up on the
swear words.
I kept my voice low and calm, "You see, my ghetto-trained clients,
there was a time when teachers would take their students and wash their
mouths out with soap if they heard them say a bad word. These days we
need something more potent for uncivil language. What do you suppose an
updated version of that practice might be? Do you know what a
master's dick tastes like?"
The niggers got even louder, swearing and cursing and shaking their
heads violently, vowing they would never suck a white man's dick.
I just shook my head, "Have it your way."
My buddy, Jeff went into the laundry room and came back out with a
sawed off shot gun I had been keeping back there since I was a kid. He
loaded the rifle and leveled it at the middle nigger.
The boy froze in his chair. All three niggers got silent. The middle
nigger's eyes were the size of saucers. He swallowed hard.
I casually unzipped my jeans. "Now, you were saying something about
someone sucking someone's dick..."
I walked over to the middle nigger and rubbed my limp white cock
against his thick black lips. "I think I've got the cure for loud
nigger behavior."
The nigger looked at my white dick hanging in front of his nose,
rubbing the inside of his wet lips; then he looked over at my buddy
Jeff, who was holding the shotgun.
The boy leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth, using his lips
because his hands were tied. Slowly the nigger started sucking on my
white cock. He worked his lips around the soft shaft of my dick. I felt
it getting harder and harder in his mouth. His thick warm lips and hot
saliva felt like a natural smooth pussy. This was too good to be true.
"See how nice your 'homie' is now? See how fast he's learned to
put his nigger lips to better use?"
The boy kept bobbing his head on my dick. "Look at the way he works
those big black lips on my white cock? See how well he's servicing
his master? I want you boys to learn from this. Each of you, open your
lips and suck my buddies white cocks."
The boys looked nervously at each other. Then they looked at their
friend with my big white cock between his lips.
They looked down in shame as my buddies stood in front of them,
unzipping themselves and waving their limp white cocks in the
niggers' faces.
"Come on. Suck on those white dicks. Don't be shy. It's good for
you. It will teach you about manhood."
The boys started sucking on those cocks. All I could hear were slurping
sounds of wet lips serving hardened white dicks. My buddies were making
low moaning sounds. Jeff was still holding the shotgun, but he held it
across his chest like a soldier. It wasn't pointed at anyone anymore.
All three of my buddies were fully erect now, and their cocks were
three times as long as they had been before those nigger boys got ahold
of them. Those luscious dark lips were smacking on our dicks like those
boys were sucking the skin off of a chicken bone.
I smirked, "A few minutes ago you boys were screaming at the top of
your lungs, like you were still in the middle of the ghetto; now all I
hear are lip smacking sounds. Looks like the 'training' is
working."
I looked down at the boys and growled, "Nod your heads in agreement
if the training is working."
The three young niggers sitting side-by-side sucking white cock
dutifully nodded their heads.
They were still wearing their baseball caps and had them on backwards.
I grabbed the back of my nigger's head and pushed his face down
deeper in my groin. "I like the way you boys wear your caps. You wear
em like that so you can service your master's cock better, huh?"
Jeff lowered his shot gun at the boys, and they dutifully nodded in
agreement.
The boys kept smacking on our dicks. "You like those dicks? They
taste better than Popeye's Chicken, don't they?"
Before Jeff could level his shot gun at them again, the boys nodded
their heads. All three of us burst out laughing. "See Jeff, Niggers
learn fast. They aren't really dumb."
By now our dicks were rock hard and filling those black boys' mouths.
Our cocks had gotten so big, due to those moist nigger lips, that the
boys were starting to choke.
I pulled my dick out of the middle boy's mouth. "It seems our
trainees are choking on master cock. Maybe what they need is a little
rhythm."
I turned on the radio and searched for the station that plays urban
sounds. Soon the distinctive beat of hip hop filled the room. I stood
back over my nigger and slipped my hard cock in his mouth.
"Okay boys; show us you've got rhythm. Nod your heads to the beat
of the music like you do with your homeboys back in the jungle. Show us
how you do it naturally."
All three boys started bobbing their heads to the urban beat, while
they had our white dicks in their mouths.
"Yeah, that's it, boys. Suck to the beat."
The niggers kept good time to the music, and made our dicks throb. It
was hard for me to keep from cumming, but I struggled to hold it in. I
slid my dick out of my nigger's lips.
"You niggers hot in those clothes? I think you must be hot in those
clothes." I pulled out a knife. The boys looked frightened again.
"Don't worry. I just want to help you cool off. I'll start with
my nigger here." I cut through the boy's sports shirt and ripped it
the rest of the way off his back. Part of the ragged cloth remained.
The boy had firm muscles and smooth skin. I inspected his chest and
arms the way a slave master might do.
I knelt down beside him, twirling the knife between my fingers. I
whispered, "Don't be frightened."
He kept trying to pull away. I smelled the pungent masculine odor of
his underarms and chest. I was already aroused; this made me even more
excited. His strong brown body strained against the ropes.
I started rubbing is soft brown skin and continued in a half-whisper,
"You know what people say? People say you niggers have big dicks,
longer than most people's. Is that true?"
The boy just looked embarrassed and tried to look away. But I
persisted, "I think you niggers have long dicks, you know why?
Because every time I see you on the street corner you guys are grabbing
on your dicks. I figure they must be so big that they bother you and
you have to grab yourselves. What do you think of that theory?"
The black boy tried not to make eye contact. "You boys always have a
handful of thick black cock when you lean against a pole or ghetto
wall. What do you say we take a look at your big black cock to see if
it's big for sure?"
The nigger hung his head down in embarrassment. While I reached out and
undid the nigger's belt. I opened his pants and exposed his boxer
shorts. I pulled his shorts down, and out plopped a thick long brown
nigger cock. It must have been at least nine inches long. It was big
even though it was still limp.
I whistled, "Wow, the 'urban legend' is true afterall."
I wrapped my hand around the black boy's thick cock and started
stroking it slowly. "Come on boy, show me what you got."
I looked at his friends. My buddies were keeping their mouths occupied
servicing thick white manhood, but they couldn't keep their eyes off
of their homeboy being exposed and stroked while he was tied and
helpless.
I kept stroking the nigger's thick brown cock. "What do you boys
think about when you're grabbing your dicks in public, huh?"
I stroked harder as his dick got bigger and bigger, against his will.
"What do you niggers think about when you're fucking your mamas or
your girlfriends in the ghetto?"
I kept stroking that nigger cock. By now it was fully erect. The nigger
was squirming uncomfortably in his seat.
"Cum for me, nigger. Let me see that nigger cum."
I stroked him harder and faster now. He bit his lip and averted his
eyes, shaking his head, trying to make himself disappear. His buddies
seemed amused at the show.
I pulled the nigger's pants down further below his waist. "Look at
your homeboy's cock. He's really enjoying this, wouldn't you
say?"
His big dark brown hairy balls were now exposed. They bounced up and
down with every stroke. I made that nigger's balls dance for all of
us.
"Good thing you boys wear your pants loose. You wear it like that so
they'll come off easy, right? Do you and your homeboys like to stroke
each other's dicks?"
By now my nigger was breathing heavy. His body was heaving and his dick
started throbbing. He let out a soft moan and shot three thick globs of
cum all over his pants, abs and pubes. White on black. It sure looked
nice.
"Yeah, that's it boy, that's it. Shoot that nigger cum all over
yourself."
The boy kept firing more jizz. He had thick creamy cum everywhere. I
jerked him harder, like I was milking a black cow. I whipped his dick
around like it was a long black cowboy rope, flinging cum everywhere.
The boy sighed as he kept cumming in spite of himself.
I stood up again and looked down at my nigger. He was tied to his
chair, with his shirt torn most of the way off, exposing his muscular
chest and arms and his smooth brown skin. His pants unfastened and
open, with thick white globs of fresh jizz all over his low-rider jeans
and brown thighs.
He was leaning forward and breathing heavy. His thick wet nigger lips
wide open. I couldn't let them go to waste. I grabbed his head and
stuffed his mouth with my throbbing white cock and kept fucking the
boy's lips. Once again he made choking sounds as he took the full
length of my manhood in his mouth. It felt so good.
"Now, what every nigger needs is a lesson in humility. I'm gonna
untie your black ass because I know you aren't dumb enough to try
anything stupid, especially with Jeff here, standing guard and your
homeboys all tied up and preoccupied with their masters' cocks."
I cut the ropes loose from the young strong nigger.
"Now stand up."
The boy stood up and looked like a Mandingo warrior, with the torn
clothing on his brown bare chest and his oversized jeans sagging below
his waist.
"Turn around and grab your Timberlands."
The nigger made an angry face and silently obeyed and grabbed his
boots, bending over and exposing his round ass covered by boxer shorts.
His pants were riding below the cheeks of his buttocks.
I yanked on the back of his pants and they easily slide down to his
ankles. I pulled off his boxer shorts too.
There he stood, his sooth black ass exposed as he was bent over,
holding on to his boots.
"You boys ever see a nigger take it up the ass?"
My buddies laughed, while one of the other niggers murmured, "That
aint right."
I ran my hard cock over my nigger's ass crack and looked at the tied
nigger who protested, "Oh, 'that aint right,' is it? Well, I
guess you'll have to be next."
The boy gulped and I kept feeling my nigger's exposed ass, and
playing with his puckered hole with my hardened white cock. I felt a
few soft ass hairs between his buns as I rubbed my dick inside his
brown ass cheeks.
I held my nigger by his waist, "Can a nigger ever act up in public
after he's been fucked in the ass by a white cock? Answer me, boy."
The bent over slave softly answered, "No sir."
I grabbed his hips and pushed my dick inside his hole. "Yeah, take
your master's white cock."
I started pumping that hole, sliding my dick deep inside the nigger's
black ass. His ass muscles gripped my dick and his insides felt hot and
moist. I used his ass to massage my dick. The grip of his hole felt
snug on my hard cock.
I pushed and pulled his black ass up and down on my dick. I heard the
nigger softly grunt and groan.
"Don't complain, boy - I'm teaching you how to be a man."
I kept pumping my hard dick in and out of his black ass.
"This is something your daddy would have taught you if he weren't
in prison."
I held his hips tight and made him take my hard white cock like a black
bitch on a street corner.
"Anyway, if you don't learn your lesson tonight this experience
will come in handy. Your cell mate won't have to break your ass in
when you join your daddy in the county prison. I'm doing it for you
right now."
I kept humping on the nigger's ass. His long black dick was swinging
back and forth, and his balls were bouncing up and down. I made him
grunt with every thrust of my cock.
"Okay, boy - I'm cumming."
I grunted and groaned.
"I'm filling your black ass up with white juices from 'da man'.
I'm breeding you like a female slave."
The nigger moaned in agony.
I kept pumping my dick in his tight hole. The juice flowed from my dick
into my nigger's ass. Wave after wave of hot cum filled that
nigger's ass. I felt the thick warm cream surrounding my dick and
dripping out of the boy's hole.
The rap music kept playing in the background while I unloaded inside
the nigger. When I was through I just held him there, letting my dick
drain inside of him.
I was just doing my part to give the boy an attitude adjustment, and
clean up the behavior on the streets.