Extreme Prejudice

Jizzy swallowed his thirty-fourth load of cum. The prick in

his mouth

pulsed and spewed forth a spray of slime which ran over his

cum coated

tongue and throat down into the lake of cocksnot forming in

his stomach. The

guy he was sucking was just a kid, probably nineteen like

Jizzy himself. He

pulled out and the dick which had not yet finished

shooting, sprayed the

young African American cocksucker's face. Globs of cum

hung from Jizzy's

thick lips, swollen even more by the hours and hours of

dicksucking he had

been forced to endure. Strings of fuckslop hung from his

chin and dripped

down onto his smooth chocolate brown muscular young chest.

 

 

Jizzy wasn't his real name. His real name was Jesse. But

his captors had

Christened him with the new nickname. Jizzy's jaw ached

beyond belief. His

tongue and lips were numb from sucking so much dick. Before

this morning he

had never tasted dick. He was not gay. He was a straight

handsome young

intelligent African American who had been in the wrong

place at the wrong

time. A nineteen year old Black college freshman who got

caught up in the

insanity of racial prejudice and it's ugliest results.

 

 

The sneering white kid who had just pulled out of Jizzy's

mouth, now

slapped the boy's face with his still thick dripping dick.

 

 

"Clean it, Nigger! Clean that dick. Show me what those

thick rubbery

jungle bunny lips can do."

 

 

Jizzy thought about his girlfriend and wondered if she

yet missed him.

When he didn't call, would she worry? Would she notify the

police? Would

 

 

 

they be in time to save him? He stuck out his tongue as he

had been taught

to lick the dripping dick clean. His tongue was wide and

pink and coated

with fuckslime. He gently licked the shaft of the thick

teenage prick in

front of him. The kid was uncut and the foreskin began to

move back toward

the pink cockhead. Cum still clung to the pisshole and

Jizzy licked that

off. The fucker began to lose it's rigidity. He hung a more

of an angle,

resting on the full young hairy ballsack. Jizzy wondered if

this young white

punk fucked lots of girls with is fat dick. They had

promised Jizzy that

before the day was over, they would sample his tight

muscular nigger ass.

But so far, they had only made him suck dick. Dick after

dick! Thirty four

dicks in all. Well actually thirty, because four of the

leaders had been

back for seconds. Jizzy snorted and cum bubbled from his

nose and ran down

to his large upper lip. His body ached. He wanted to sit,

but he had been

forced to kneel up for hours. He was naked. He was shackled

like the slaves

of old. They had made fun of his own big dick, kicking it

and pulling on it,

calling him Horsecock and Niggerprick! They had kicked him

in the balls

too. Making him keep his legs spread so they could get a

good kick at his

nineteen year old nuts. That had really hurt. Now they

only hurt him if he

showed the slightest lack of enthusiasm for sucking their

dicks. If he

slowed down or his tongue didn't work diligently enough on

the fuckers and

 

 

 

scrotums, then they took a belt to his muscular ass cheeks.

They took a belt

to his ass with the buckle end hitting and ripping at his

globe meat.

 

 

He licked down under the kid's fat scrotum to where some

jizz had

dripped. He lifted the boy's balls one by one on his tongue

and licked them

off. These white bastards had forced him to be a cocksucker

and a ball

licker. Until this morning, he had been a healthy normal

black college

freshman. Now he was a dick licking nigger. Well, that was

what they called

him.

 

 

Most of his young life, Jesse, or Jizzy as he was now

called, had not even

tasted prejudice. He came from a moderately wealthy, well

schooled,

intelligent family. He had been taught to use his brains

and personality to

get ahead. He had never indulged in any kind of racial hate

activities,

Until just a few days ago. It was a minor incident. A kid

on the university

newspaper had written an satirical article in which he had

used some really

ugly racial stereotypes. Jess had been incensed. He had

spoken out. He had

joined a bunch of black protesters at the school. He had

ticked off the

wrong people. There were, apparently, lots of the wrong

people! They had

broken into his dorm room, put a pillowcase over his head,

cuffed his hands

behind his back and dragged him out to a car, with him

dressed only in a tee

shirt and boxer shorts. Kids on campus who saw the

incident thought it was

some kind of college prank and cheered and laughed.

 

 

 

 "Jesus Christ you are a fucking mess," Number thirty-four

said, putting

his now flaccid dick and balls back into his jeans. He

leaned down and

hqwked a huge gob of spit onto Jizzy's face. "You are a

fucking mess, and we

haven't even started with you yet." He smiled, showing

even white teeth. He

spit again, this gob hitting jizzy right on the lips. Then

he moved away to

have a beer and join the rest of the guys at the party.

 

 

Jizzy had little rest. Number thirty-five stepped up. He

was a balding guy

of about fifty-five or fifty-six with quite a paunch.

 

 

"How you doing, Nigger?" The guy laughed with a deep

throaty laugh. He

undid his pants and gave them and his underwear a tug. They

pooled around

his booted feet. His dick was huge and unwashed. It stank.

 

 

"Show me how much you love sucking our dicks, Nigger.

Play with

yourself."

 

 

Jizzy blinked. "Huh" he said, thick strings of cum

connecting his

upper and lower lips.

 

 

"I said, play with yourself. Give yourself a hard on.

You got fifteen

seconds to throw a nigger boner, Boy!"

 

 

Jizzy put his hand down to his dick and yanked on it.

How could he get

hard? There was nothing even slightly erotic for him about

this situation.

 

 

 "Go on, play with them big nigger nipples. Think about

how much you loved

getting fucked by your daddy at home and how much you enjoy

fucking your

momma. I know all about how you nigger families all fuck

each other. I wanna

see you really pulling on those nipples."

 

 

 

 Jizzy put one hand up to his chest and started to tug on

his thick

rubbery brown nipples. With his other hand he mindlessly

yanked at his

dick. He would do anything to avoid more pain at the hands

of these sadists.

 

 

 "You like my dick, Nigger?" The paunchy man asked,

waving his thickening

prick in the boy's face. "Fucking answer me, Nigger when I

ask you a

question!"

 

 

"Yes, I like your dick." Jizzy had been taught early,

about dick four or

five, to tell them anything they wanted to hear. That way

he could avoid

kicks to the nuts and bruised ribs.

 

 

 "Don't give me none of that college boy talk, Jig! You

say it like you

are supposed to. Like we taught you!" They had taught him.

 

 

"Yessir, Massa Sir. I shore do love your big fat white

dick. Dat shore

some beautiful hunk o fuck meat, Massa!"

 

 

 The guy looked down at Jizzy tugging on his nipples and

jerking on his

still flaccid dick, and he laughed. Then he frowned.

 

 

 "If you love it so much, then why ain't your dick hard?"

This guy was not

from the university, that much was clear. Where did they

get them from?

 

 

"I guess I just nervous, Massa. I's a nervous nigga!"

Jizzy had tried at

first to keep his dignity. To not do these disgusting,

degrading things. But

you can only fight so long. They burned the soles of his

naked feet with

cigarettes. They rubbed sandpaper on his dickhead and tits

until he sobbed.

He had learned the best way to survive was to play their

game.

 

 

 

 "Give him a lick of that belt. He won't get his slab of

nigger meat hard

for me! Maybe he only gets it hard for his momma and little

sister!"

 

 

 The guy behind Jizzy, the guy currently on guard, swung

his arm and the

belt snapped and the buckle bit into Jizzy's chocolate

brown ass cheek. He

screamed in pain and pulled his nipples and tugged at his

dick harder. He

closes his eyes and thought about his girlfriend. He

thought about her

naked. Anything to achieve the desired hard prick.

 

 

Number thirty-five stepped closer and started to rub his

dick all over the

black boy's face. The dick was really cheesy and dirty.

 

 

"Niggers got to learn respect. Just who the fuck do you

think you are?

Let me tell you a story, nigger boy. I was at Wendy's today

to buy a double

cheeseburger. There was this nigger bitch in the car in

front of me. It was

a nice day today so we all had our car windows down, and I

could hear her.

She was sitting there at the order board, but she wasn't

ordering. She was

talking to her fucking black friend on the phone. The

nigger waitress

taking orders kept saying..."Go ahead with your order..."

But the fucking

bitch in the car, just ignored her and continued to chat

with her friend. I

could hear the whole fucking conversation and it wasn't

about ordering food

or anything. They were just shooting the shit. By now there

were five cars

behind me. The fucking black bitch in the car just didn't

give a fuck, and

some of the cars behind me had niggers in as well. If you

people can't even

 

 

 

respect each other, how the fuck can you expect us to

respect you?" He

slapped Jizzy's face with his dick as they all had done,

leaving pecker

tracks on the cum glazed face. Jizzy's naked chest rose and

fell. Tears

formed in is eyes and ran down into the sperm on his

cheeks. He opened his

mouth and licked at the dick.

 

 

 'I wanna see a hard Sambo dick, Spearchucker!" Jizzy

pulled harder on his

prick and thought about his girlfriend. He loved her so

much. It was his

girlfriend Shana who had convinced him he was good looking

enough to be a

male fashion model, and he was actually getting some good

money making

gigs. He loved the attention. He loved Shana. His cock

thickened a bit. If

he could just get hard, he would avoid further punishment.

The big stinking

dick now pushed at his lips. He took the cockhead into his

mouth and started

to give it the attention it demanded. He could smell the

man's sweaty balls.

My God his jaw hurt. His tongue burned. His lips felt numb.

 

 

Get that cock hard! He felt his dick getting stiff.

 

 

"Well lookee here. Nigger boy is getting a hard on. He

must love sucking

dick all right. He's throwing a boner for me.See that,

Cal!"

 

 

 "I sure do," said the guy's beer drinking buddy who was

rubbing his

crotch and would be number thirty-seven. "Fucking faggot

nigger must really

love sucking white man prick."

 

 

Cal squatted down so he cold get a better look at the

cocksucking black

boy. "Look at those nigger lips suck! That's what they were

made for you

 

 

 

know. God said...I think I'll make nigger lips nice and big

so they can suck

dick better." Cal fiddled with something on his shirt and

then produced a

large safety pin.

 

 

"You suck real good now, Nigger, you hear?"he said, and

Jizzy saw the

sharp, open safety pin in the guy's hand. He sucked with

more enthusiasm,

even though his mouth was hurting bad and the dick was

pushing it's way down

his throat. Cock number two had taught him how to deep

throat, and he had

been perfecting his skills on every one since. He massaged

the cock with his

cum covered throat muscles.

 

 

 Cal leaned in. "Now you hold real still, nigger boy, you

hear. Don't you

move a muscle except those in your mouth and throat." With

that, he jabbed

the safety pin through Jizzy's right nipple. Jizzy couldn't

help it, he

screamed and fell over. The dick slipped out of his mouth.

He lay on the

floor in pain, a pin sticking out of his brown titty.

 

 

"God damned fucking spade. I told you not to move. Now

you are really

going to get it, motherfucker!" Both men started kicking

Jizzy in the face

and stomach and chest and balls."Somebody bring me

something sharp to shove

up his nigger pisshole!" Jizzy curled up in a little brown

ball and sobbed.

His body was really quite beautiful. All smooth and

hairless, and a

beautiful brown. Even though he was nineteen years old, he

started to cry

for his mother. The white guys thought this was hysterical.

Somebody had a

 

 

 

knife and stated poking him on the bottoms of his big bare

feet.

 

 

 "We'll teach you to stop sucking mid-dick! We got forty

more guys showing

up tonight to get their dicks sucked. You are going to be

one sorry jig if

you fuck up again!"

 

 

Jizzy crawled onto his hands and knees and opened his

mouth, trying to

capture the swinging leaking dick of the guy kicking him.

The fucker slapped

his face as a boot connected with his scrotum and sent

waves of nauseating

pain through his lean muscular body.

 

 

"I got an idea," Cal said. "let's see if we can forced

both our dicks

in his nigger mouth at the same time!"

 

 

"Yeah that will be a hoot. But let's shove something up

his pisshole

first. To teach him a lesson."

 

 

 "Look how pretty that pin looks in his titty. You like

your Bling, Nigger?

We got lots more bling for you!" Cal turned to a thirteen

year old white boy

who was jerking his dick and watching the action.

 

 

"Son, go find me something to stick up his cock tube.

Get one of those

things from the grill that they stick kabobs on!"

 

 

"Okay, Dad!" The thirteen year old kid smiled and ran

toward the grill,

his teen prick bobbing and slapping his pale young tummy,

his balls dancing

a merry jig. He was number forty-two and he couldn't wait.

 

 

 ON the ground nearby, lay a folder. Sticking out of the

white folder were

Jizzy's vital statistics plus his school photo.

 

 

Jesse Gaylord

Dorm A. (college name withheld)

 

 

 

Age 19 Freshman.

Race African American (Someone had crossed it out and

written "Nigger"

Height: five foot eight inches.

Weight: One hundred and forty-five

Academic Interests: Politics, Social Work, History,

English.

Sports: Baseball, Swimming

hobbies: Music, movies, modeling.

Goals: To go into politics or be a fashion model

Family: Father, John Gaylord, Baptist Minister 44 years

old

 

 

 Mother. Latisha Gaylord 40 years old

brother, Jacob Gaylord 13 years old

sister, Jenna Gaylord 10 years old

 

 

The names of the young girl and boy had been circled in

red.

Clipped to the file was a very nice school photo of Jesse.

Not all as he

looked now as Jizzy. In the photo he looked as if he had a

bright future

ahead of him.

 

 

In reality, he was on his knees, sucking dick like there

was no tomorrow,

hoping if he sucked well enough, they might forget about

the kabob skewer.

 

 

 They didn't!