The Lawn Boy

This is a work of erotic fiction. This story is not intended for minors. It is purely for erotic entertainment purposes only. It contains involuntary sexual acts and racial humiliation. Anyone who may be offended by this story, for who is otherwise unsuitable to read it for legal or other reasons, should find something else to read.

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Being white makes a man or woman entitled to a nigger's body. When school lets out I like to hire lean, muscular brown skinned nigger boys, who work for landscaping companies, to fix up my yard. I watch the teen nigger strip off his shirt, revealing his smooth dark skin. He pushes his lawn mower through the overgrown grass. The owner of the landscaping company, usually a white man with a red neck, looks on and smirks. He is making sure the job was being done right. I often wonder whether or not he ever takes advantage of his young black workers' other resources, besides merely using them to make money cutting lawns.

The black boy struggled to make his way through the overgrown blades of grass. His brown skin glistened with sweat under the July sun. His trousers nearly fell off of his ass, revealing the outlines of his big nigger butt under his boxer shorts, making my dick hard. His shiny arms and legs flexed. Dark skin makes good manual labor. He was getting a real workout; clearing a white man's lawn.

When it was time for him to break I watched him from my porch. The nigger sat on the ground under a tree. His short trousers inched up his sweaty brown legs, revealing well developed calves, lightly dusted with kinky dark hair. He used his over-sized t-shirt to wipe sweat from his shiny teenaged face. He peeled a banana and held it up to his mouth. My cock got hard again from watching the thick white fruit of the banana push its way between the nigger's lips, like he was giving it a blow job.

He gulped down a pint of fruit juice and was soon back at work, pulling weeds that had taken over a part of my garden.

Later that afternoon he cut my hedges. The owner of the landscaping company sat in his truck, filling out paperwork. Occasionally he looked up, under the brim of the straw plantation-style hat he was wearing. His eyes were hidden behind sunshades as he turned his head in the lawn boy's direction. The boy was nothing be a sweaty black body for a white man to own and use. Good for hard work; no doubt good for sexy breeding under the right circumstances. I imagined what that black boy must look like when he's pumping his seed inside nigger heifers back in "da hood." I thought wouldn't mind forcing him to fuck one of his jungle bitches in front of me and a few of my buddies while we jack our cocks for entertainment. That would be putting a black boy to good use - not wasting his talents. I'd also like to feel his smooth, strong black body under mine as I fucked him like the slave boy he was born to be.

The lawn boy powered up the hedge cutter and reached the top of a bush in my yard. I had allowed the bush to grow too high. The nigger had to stretch to reach the top of it. As his strong sweaty ebony arms reached toward the sun he exposed a small dark patch of nappy hair under each arm pit. His white teeth clamped down on his thick lower lip as he strained to cut the bush down to size and smooth out its top.

The thought flashed through my mind that there is not a nigger on earth who owns his own body and is allowed to withhold it from the market of white men or women who have the means to purchase it. I watched that black boy's body darken under the July sun while he worked in my yard. I thought of how his ancestors were taken back to their slave quarters for a good ol' time whenever a white man felt a little frisky.

The white man would rip the cotton dress off of a nigger slave woman and force her legs apart for a long afternoon of breeding in a bed of straw. Sometimes the man preferred a teenaged slave boy; making him kneel between his hairy white legs and obediently wrap his nigger lips around the white man's throbbing cock; sucking it to the point of orgasmic release. The man would press down on the nigger boy's head, making him bob as he took his fill of hard white cock in his mouth.

I thought about how it is not so much different from that today. There's not a white girl in the world who doesn't know what she has to do in order to get her pussy stuffed by a big nigger cock if she wants it. Just buy the horny jiggaboo some food and ride him around awhile in your car, while he sinks in the seat, with his head almost to the level of the dashboard. Then she can get the nigger to do whatever she likes, including lick her vanilla cootchie and lap up her pussy juices. He will become her personal negro stud slave; available on demand for her enjoyment.

Likewise, there isn't a white man on this earth who doesn't know how to get his hands on a nigger woman's warm, moist pussy. Just pay a black girl's rent for one month and he can spread her ebony legs and fill her womb with his cum as often as he likes. Her dark body will become the white man's sexual plaything. Naked black bodies come easily if you are bold enough to control them and willing to pay for them. For centuries niggers have been conditioned to put their bodies on display and yield them up to the white man to use as he pleases. Only recently have they cultivated a "front" of hostility or indifference to white advances on their black bodies. This front is easily broken down with a little bit of privacy, a stern look and a fist full of cold cash. With the right combination of boldness and cash a white man can be humping black bodies and filling them with sperm until he can't get his dick hard anymore.

Tell me, what self-respecting white man doesn't enjoy making two young lean muscular nigger boys get naked and hump each other for his entertainment? Their sweaty black bodies slam into each other in a fit of humiliated but unconstrained aggressive passion, filling the room with the arousing and distinctive smell of the sexuality of the darker races. I am sure slave bounty hunters enjoyed this pleasure as they forced captured runaway slaves to strip naked and have sex with their homeboys in the open field before returning the humiliated once-proud niggers to their rightful owners. Strong young black bodies on top of strong young black bodies; humping and grinding their way into involuntary orgasm. Even today it is a well-practiced pacifying technique in juvenile detention centers to take hardened young nigger gang-bangers and force them to climb on top of each other and rape one another for entertainment.

Also, effeminate white faggots pay straight young nigger boys to strip naked and abuse each other with their thick ghetto cocks and tight ebony asses. They make faggots out of those proud young niggers because those niggers don't even have control over their own bodies. They will sell their black bodies for a colorful new jacket or a video game. They will offer their straight nigger bodies to a white man for next to nothing so that they can feel the sensation of having a white man lie on top of them and humiliate them (putting them in their place) - which is the deep and hidden desire that dark skinned boys are afraid to admit even to themselves. The white man can make two straight nigger boy basketball players fuck each other like rabbits in the hope that maybe the white man will help them get "discovered" so that they can play on a professional sports team or become a rap star.

There is no limit to things a white man can make a couple of straight young nigger boys do with a little bit of privacy, a little financial incentive, and a little imagination. And watching those hard, sweaty, sinewy nigger boys use their black bodies on each other for sexual conquest is welcome relief after long, hard hours of trying to control, teach and manage them all day long. No white man should be deprived of the entertainment of watching nigger bodies have sex.

There is no privacy to the nigger body; it is always on public display, whether implicitly - through sports - or explicitly through other forms of entertainment. There is no privacy for the nigger; his body belongs to the white public to fill our lustful desires. That's why he wears his clothes lose and has difficulty keeping them on; and that's why he easily breaks into erotic dances on the street or in videos. That's why nigger boys hump the air and the floor when they dance, pretending they are doing it "only for the ladies." They do it for anyone who is willing to watch and who is aroused by the spectacle of raw jungle sexuality transplanted to the city.

A few days after watching the lawn boy work in my yard I happened to be driving down a city street. The black boys had their pants barely hanging on their asses. They all walked around shaking their booties while pretending to be tough, gangster thugs. They were looking for their daddies who abandoned them at birth. They didn't know it yet, but they were secretly hoping to stumble on that rare white man who would be bold enough to shove his white cock between the boy's protruding brown buns without even bothering to ask the nigger if it was okay. Of course it would be okay. Nigger boys respect power, especially the power of a white man. He grows up without the companionship of an older man, so - for reasons beyond his understanding - he craves the discipline of having an older man grab him from behind, force him to the ground, and shove his hard cock deep inside the nigger's body - making him scream for mercy.

This is the way you establish superiority in the jungle. It's the way you win respect on the streets. It's also the way to fill the void in the nigger's life, the void of exposure to adult manhood. He is longing to be brought closer to real strength, real power, real fatherhood, real manhood, and real whiteness. So wayward and disorganized is his life that he is longing to be mastered by a Nordic god who can discipline and civilize him. Nothing can give a nigger a quicker and more thorough "attitude adjustment," which would turn him into a good student in school and a suitable employee, than to have his defiant nigger ass repeatedly raped by a gang of horny white men.

I watched those smooth, undisciplined black and brown-skinned lads strut and dance their way down the street. My dick got hard at the thought of having any one of those hard-bodied boys sprawled beneath by body while I shot cum inside his channel. I would grind his body into the mattress or on the floor, shooting load after load of man seed inside of him until I couldn't cum anymore. And for reasons he would never understand, and could never admit to himself, his young nigger dick would get uncontrollably hard because he was finally being mastered the way he knew he should be. Niggers love the spectacle of domination and submission; even if he himself would be the victim of the exchange. They instinctively know that this is the way that the world is ordered. It gives them a hard-on just thinking about it.

While I was lost in these thoughts I suddenly noticed my lawn boy sitting on a low wall of concrete block outside of a corner convenience store. He sat there with his baseball cap turned sideways on his head, on top of a white do-rag, looking every bit like a tender young thug who was trying to convince himself of his manhood. He stared coldly into space, a toothpick dangling from his soft nigger lips. He tried to scowl at no one in particular, trying to look fearsome, but his face was too smooth for the act. He was just a baby, trying to be a man. It took all of the courage I could muster to stop my car in that neighborhood and walk up to him. He seemed surprised "I know you - you da dude wit da phat crib. I done mowed yo lawn."

I leaned close to him so nobody else could make out what I was saying, "That's right," I said, cautiously watching the niggers around us who were just out of earshot. "How would you like to come with me and make twice the cash you made the other day?"

The nigger boy sat up. I clearly had his attention. "Hex, yeah."

"You're gonna have to suck white cock. You cool with that?"

He gave a disgusted frown and snapped his head away. He eyed me with a mix of suspicion and hostility. I leaned forward to remind him, "I can put a lot of cash in your pockets, boy. I can make you a rich young nigga. All the little `shorties' in your `hood' will want to feel your cock between their legs once I get through filling your pockets with cash. You can buy yourself a nice pair of real fancy sneakers; maybe get you some Timberland boots too. Think of all the respect you will be able to buy once you get paid just for a little bit of `sumptin' sumptin'' on the `downlow.'"

His face softened a bit. His eyes glazed over, as if he was lost in a dream and I wasn't even there. Then he hardened again. He remembered he was still negotiating a deal and hadn't won his prize yet.

I tried to seal the deal, "I won't tell anyone. It will just be between you and me."

He looked over at his buddies who were now watching us with interest, although unsure of what we were whispering to each other. They looked like youthful urban warriors. Their young hard bodies slouched as they leaned against the barred window of the convenience store. Their expressions were quizzical, as if they were trying to figure out whether I was a cop or a drug dealer. When my eyes met theirs, they sheepishly turned away. Just like I like it - nigger boys who fear and respect white authority; nigger boys who know better than to stare directly into the eyes of "the man".

"Aiiight," he answered in a low voice; his head hung so low I could barely hear his words.

"Alright, what?"

"Aiiight, I'ma suck yo dick," he mumbled and turned away as if overwhelmed with shame.

"And I'm going to fuck that nigger ass of yours too," I whispered in his ear with a sharp edge of authority.

He wouldn't look me in the face. His eyes filled with moisture, as if he were on the verge of crying. He bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, slowly nodding his head in agreement to the plan.

As I drove the nigger to my home I boldly looked at the boy, inspecting my new property. His smooth brown arms were folded across his chest as he slouched in his seat. He pouted, his thick dark lips protruding. "What fuckable nigger lips," I said out loud, surprising myself with the rude comment but unable to suppress my laughter. His eyes flashed with anger. He turned his head away and stared out of the window of the passenger's seat. He didn't say a word.

No black boy really owns his body; not so long as he is in need of cash and in need of the discipline of hardened manhood that he should have gotten from his father when he was growing up as a young knucklehead running in the streets.

We entered my driveway and I couldn't help thinking about how he had worked like a slave in my yard just a few days ago. Now here he was coming back to my home to perform another type of servitude. He was about to experience new depths of his slavery.

When I got him in my bedroom I knocked the baseball cap off of his head and ripped the clothes off of his young muscular body. His face registered fear, but he dare not resist. He was in a white man's house in the suburbs; a white man who probably had a gun hidden somewhere nearby and who wouldn't hesitate to claim self-defense against a young black burglar as he stood over the intruder's stiffening lifeless body. No police officer in America's suburbs could blame a hard-working white man for defending himself against a lawless black boy. Besides, he didn't want to lose the chance to "earn" extra cash without the usual high risk involved of selling drugs on the street corner.

He froze as he allowed me to grope his warm naked brown body as if he were a slave on the auction block being inspected by a potential buyer. I ran my hands under his hairy low-hanging nutt sac. I whistled in amazement at the size of the young man's dangling assets. I gently massaged his thick nigger cock, barely whispering, "This is mine. This is mine. I own every inch of your black body."

I played with his navel, tracing my finger around its folds. I ran my fingers up and down the small of his back, and shoved them in and out of his ass cheeks. I made him lift his arms and brushed my fingers under his musty arm pits. I traced them over his puffy nigger lips and felt the edges of his wide, flat nose. I ran my hand through his kinky hair, amazed at how it felt. I pet his head as if I were stroking it for good luck.

I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I embraced his firm naked dark body and held it tight against my own, "You are mine, nigger - give it to me. Give me the energy from your dark nigger body. Be my slave."

I pushed him down on the bed and leapt on top of him, straddling his face with my knees on either side of his head, resting on them on the mattress. My firm manhood was throbbing red with passion to take the nigger. It jutted over his thick black lips, preparing to force its way inside. I grabbed the sides of his nappy head and thrust it into his warm mouth.

"Suck me with those nigger lips. Give me head, nigger."

I pounded his face with my body. I heard him mumble and gag. A mouthful of throbbing white cock made it impossible for him to be understood. I didn't wait for him to figure out how to do it right. I forced my cock to the back of his throat, almost making him vomit. My pubes mashed into his nigger face. I grabbed his head and moved it back and forth and up and down, making him service me. Involuntarily his thick nigger lips massaged the shaft of my hard white penis - he was a natural born cocksucker. All niggers are.

"Oh yeah, you suck so good nigger. You suck really good."

He involuntarily slurped and squirmed - gasping for air and for relief from the hard fleshy white intruder in his throat. He seemed to be trying to scream, but his mouth was filled with thick white cock meat.

Finally I pulled back and let him up for air. His eyes were wild and full of tears. He looked anxiously around the room as he attempted to catch his breath. His head moved violently as if he were disoriented, trying to quickly get his bearings straight. I only allowed a few moments of this; I flipped him on his belly and spread his brown ass cheeks.

His face was pressed against the mattress. I heard his muffled cry, "No...no..." I aimed my cock and thrust it violently into his hole, as if I were harpooning a black whale. His lean dark body writhed. He cried out in pain, but I pushed his face back down against the mattress, stifling him.

I made repeated hard thrusts inside his black body, pinning him against the mattress amid his muffled cries of protest. I leaned forward and gasped in ear. "Take that white cock in your ass nigger. Take it. I'm raping your nigger ass and there is nothing you can do about it. You don't like it? Too bad. This is the law of the jungle. I'm fucking your black ass like you fuck nigger hoes in the ghetto."

The bed frame thumped to the rhythm of my thrusts inside the black boy's body. A wave of adrenaline rushed through me as I watched myself using that boy like he was a cheap whore. I enjoyed the boy's muffled cries, gasps, and moans as I pushed his face against the mattress. He no longer looked anything like the proud budding young thug he appeared to be on the street corner an hour ago.

Tears streamed down his cocky brown face as he accepted his fate. A white man was forcing him into the most humiliating submission he could imagine. I grabbed his failing arms and pressed them against the bed while I ravished his black butt hole. His nappy head bobbed up and down as I pounded inside his helpless dark body.

Finally my cock exploded, filling his ass with thick, hot, white sperm. I allowed my hairy body to collapse on this smooth negro boy while my cock continued to empty itself inside his bowels in what seemed an endless series of short, powerful blasts.

"Take it, nigger. Take it."

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I dropped him off near the same street corner that I picked him up from. I slapped a few twenties into his young hand and sent him on his way. I watched as he limped slowly down the street; head down, rubbing his sore ass and not looking back.

I am sure it was an experience he will not forget anytime soon. When he is alone in his bedroom at night - out of sight of all his homeboys or anyone else he has to impress - I'm sure his nigger dick gets hard as he thinks about the white man who conquered his black ass and taught him a thing or two about manhood.
