Clement at Sunnydale Part 8

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This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It includes acts of consensual/non-consensual homosexual acts between teenagers and possibly between adults and teens. If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. This is a fictional account. Any similarities between characters or institutions depicted in this story and those in real life are unintentional and purely coincidental.

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Joel was one of the “old heads” at Sunnydale. At 17, he had seen it all and rose to the top of the pecking order as a well-experienced senior boy. Outside of Sunnydale, adults often found themselves attracted to the boy’s ruddy and innocent looks, the gentle wavy red bangs that covered his forehead, and his rosy cheeks and lips. Many outsiders saw Joel as an “All-American” boy. But inside of Sunnydale it was a different story. The younger boys were terrified of this handsome young man. Their nickname for him was “Ivan the Red.”

Joel would select a blond haired lower classman, who had excelled in baseball on “the outside,” but was now confined to Sunnydale for some juvenile offense, and he would take special pleasure in breaking the new boy in. He’d force the boy to lie down and he’d strip off the boy’s trousers and his shorts and thrust his throbbing red cock into the hapless boy’s ass. As he was fucking the boy he’d whisper in his ear, “When you were on the outside and I was on furlough from Sunnydale I always enjoyed watching you hit homeruns. Now look where you are, baseball hero. How does it feel to be flat on your belly with my hard cock shoved up your ass?”

The young baseball hero blushed with humiliation.

Another time Joel picked out young, black football hero and gave him the same treatment. He stripped the black boy naked and rammed his white cock hard up the boy’s ass while he whispered in the boy’s ear, “Yeah, take that cock in your ass, football hero. I watched you scoring touchdowns in the field; now touchdown on this. Your tight black ass feels awesome on my cock. I’m gonna use your body as my cum bucket.” Then he’d let out a loud grunt and unload his semen inside of the boy.

Joel sat in the cafeteria, during lunch, and eyed the room for new ass to conquer. Tender and girlish young boys generally felt safe from this sadistic upper classman because they knew they were not his type. Joel seemed to prefer conquering the tougher boys and humiliating them in front of their peers. The red-haired boy’s eyes were glassy as he stared at a new prospect, usually a sports hero or a young gang member. The boys learned that Joel’s glassy-eyed stare meant that he was lost in a daydream, contemplating ways to humiliate the boy he had singled out. It seemed that fucking a tough boy’s ass was the only way Joel could have a proper orgasm.

The other boys wondered what it was with Joel, as he surely must have wondered this himself. Once, when he was out on furlough and was walking home from a party late at night, he saw flashing red and blue police lights down the road ahead of him. Joel knew that it was not uncommon for police to stop cars at night. Usually it is because the cars went through a red light or didn't bother to stop for a stop sign. But this stop seemed different. 

Joel noticed that there were at least four police cars clustered around a black Lexus that had been pulled over to the side of the road. Usually at night there are only two police cars for a routine traffic stop, one of the cars is used for backup. This one had too many cops to be routine.

As Joel approached the cluster of flashing police lights he could see that the Lexus that the police had stopped had all four doors open. This confirmed Joel’s suspicion that this was not a routine stop.

Then Joel saw the perpetrators. 

They were a group of black males in their late 20s to mid-thirties, medium brown complexion, wearing gray knit caps, heavy coats and Timberland boots. They were all sitting on the curb, on this cold February night, with their hands cuffed behind their backs, looking up at the white officers who towered over them.

The black men looked frightened and their thick moist lips quivered as they spoke to the white officers. Joel’s dick instantly became hard.

He saw fear and solicitude in the black men's eyes. He imagined that these cocky men had probably been having a good time, driving around and partying in a stolen car, until the police pulled them over. They had probably been loud and brash, acting like they owned the world. Now, here they were, sitting on their asses and looking up at the officers, practically begging for mercy. They may have been physically strong, which was true enough, but they didn't have any power where it really counted.

Joel’s red cock throbbed in his pants.

The thought crossed his mind that the richest, toughest black street hoodlum becomes a docile and submissive coward when he is surrounded by a group of white men in uniform. The cops could make these men beg for mercy, if they wanted to, and the men would do it. 

The men were clearly headed for the county jail. Joel imagined how these tough, strong black men would do anything to avoid being sent to prison, especially if this was their second or third offense. Joel could hear it in their whining voices, they were practically saying to the officers who looked down at them, "Please mister Po-lice man. Don't send my black ass back to the county. I'll do anything to keep from going to jail. I'll even suck your big white cock." 

The officers had those strong, cocky black men eating out of their hands.

Now, Joel’s cock was nearly bursting out of his pants. He couldn’t wait to get back to Sunnydale so that he could take care of it, preferably on one of the new tough boys’ asses.

When Joel got back to Sunnydale he whipped out a news magazine he had been saving and turned to a story on a police raid on black and Mexican gangsters in the projects of Southern California. The story said that the cops rounded up the young men at dawn and made them strip naked so the officers could be sure they didn’t have concealed drugs or weapons.

Black women and Latinas saw their naked brown and black skinned men standing exposed to the whole world. The women commented on scene, “Girl, your man got a big cock – I know you be enjoyin’ that…” or “Look at Tyrone’s low-hanging balls – I never knew your man had balls like that,” or “Ramon’s got a smooth, muscular brown butt; I’d love to be grabbin’s his butt while he’s pushing inside of me.”

The story was even accompanied with photos of the men. Their smooth, shiny dark naked bodies were lined up in front of the housing project, hands clasped behind their heads, as they waited to be carted off to jail. The way the officers had those thugs under control only deepened Joel’s respect for law enforcement.

He jerked off as these images filled his young head.

But Joel was also a mentor and a role model to younger boys. Younger boys admired upper classmen. If some of the boys were picking on the lowerclassmen, they would seek older boys, like Joel, out for protection. They not only wanted to be close to Joel in order to ensure that their classmates wouldn’t harm them; they also drew strength from the taste and the smell of the older boys’ masculine bodies.

They would lie in bed with one of the older boys and lick inside of his arm pits while he was sleeping, and underneath his testicles. Not only did this arouse the younger boys, making them jerk off with more intensity than ever before, they also felt as though they were growing stronger through these acts. The younger boys saw, in this behavior, a way of establishing intimacy with an older boy they admired – and being accepted by him as a “younger brother.”

They sought approval by licking the inside the older boy’s ass crack and tasting his sweat and shit stains. They felt as though they were being initiated into a secret brotherhood, by sucking the older boys’ cocks, once they woke up, and swallowing their cum. 

The older boys had no reason to object. They quickly learned to enjoy the sensations of having younger boys’ warm, moist tongues exploring their naked teenage bodies, sucking on their nipples, licking inside of their ass, and licking the full length of their cocks – from the base of the shaft to the throbbing red head that spewed droplets of pre-cum.

It was a winning arrangement for everyone.

People often wonder how Sunnydale is so effective in turning immature and wayward boys into disciplined and obedient young men, but the secret is in what the boys are able to teach each other, even though it must be kept secret and must always be done only “on the downlow.” 
