Lakeland Dark by dale10

 

Part One

 

I know the infamous N. word has been under tremendous scrutiny of late. Whole groups

of intelligent individuals of various colors and ethnic backgrounds have publicly declared

the word off limits. While other action say that it is perfectly all right for African

American rappers for instance to use the word, but white journalists or comedians may

not. All of this is of great interest to me because of my knowledge of certain places where

the word rightly or wrongly still maintains a powerful punch. Lakeland Academy for

Boys being one such place.

 

Jasper Higgins was a well built, nice looking African American male of sixteen. He

was well spoken, well educated and came from a fine upstanding family. He made his

dad and mum proud. He received athletic as well as academic awards, and was popular in

school. But his father, trying to make a quick killing monetarily, got in with the wrong

crowd, and both dad and his son had to pay. A certain man named ironically Mr. Black,

ordered that Jasper’s father be punished for not paying debts, and that the son be used as

a lesson to all who tried to cheat the system. Consequently Dad disappeared, and Jasper

was convicted of drug dealing and molesting young underage white girls, and sent for

punishment to the notorious Lakeland Academy for Boys.

 

To say Jasper was scared out of his wits would be an understatement. He had always

been a quiet, polite boy. Now he was worried sick about his Mom and little sister as well

as hid Dad. What would his mom do to survive? And his poor thirteen year old sister, he

would be lost without him.

 

The first odd thing Jasper noticed about Lakeland Academy was the unusual dress of

the boys. Boys working on the grounds of the reform school, gardening, grass cutting,

cleaning up, wore nothing but a jock strap. This was obscene as far as Jasper was

concerned. Many of the boys had achieved rich golden tans, but some of them seemed to

be burning in the hot sun, their formerly pale boy flesh now a bright red. The boy who

opened the main door to the facility was dressed in very tight white shorts and a much too

tight tee shirt. His nipples could clearly be seen through the thin white material, and the

shorts rode up into the crack of his muscular young ass in back, and in front, the entire

shape of his cock and balls could be seen through the material. Jasper was shocked, but

had little time to think about it, as the officer with him grabbed him by the scruff of the

neck and hurried him on down the hall.

 

He passed other boys, these dressed in sight well worn jeans, not the baggy popular

kind, but the old-fashioned skin tight variety. They too wore very small tee shirts, some

of them so tiny that six inches of boy belly showed over the top of the jeans. The jeans on

most of the boys were rubbed white over the crotch area and the material was so thin that

their young dicks and balls could be clearly seen bulging out the worn cloth. Jasper could

not believe his eyes. There was something else he noticed. Among the twenty or so boys

that he encountered upon his arrival, there was not a single African American! He hand

on his neck turned him into an office.

 

Seated behind a dark wood table was a handsome man of about twenty-five. This was

Sam Garner, the new Headmaster of Lakeland Academy. How did one so young attain

such a lucrative and highly respected position? He had exactly what the wealthy business

 

 

men and politicians who supported Lakeland wanted. He was a psychotic sadist who

specialized in torturing young boys.

 

Even as Sam sat there at his desk, the thirteen year old naked blond boy under the

desk licked his huge pendulous balls. If the boy made a single mistake, licked in the

wrong way, or didn’t provide enough pleasure, he would be terribly punished. The kid

knew this as was shaking with terror as his pink soft young tongue lifted each nut and

bathed the sack in his teenage spit.

 

Handsome Sam Garner looked up from his desk. “Well, Officer Porter, what have we

here? A bit of chocolate in our candy box? Step up here to the line on the floor in front

of my desk, Nigger!”

 

Jasper could not believe his ears. He had not heard that hated word since his father

turned off a comedy special on BET, saying that some blacks were giving his entire race

a bad name with their language and attitude.

 

“Jasper Higgins. We have waited for you for a long time. You are our first nigger in six

months. The last one had an accident. His dick got accidentally ripped off. How it got

shoved down his throat to choke him, I still don’t understand. Oh well, it was only a jig,

not like it was a white boy or anything.” Sam’s foot nudged the naked lad beneath the

desk to lick his nuts harder.

 

“Well Sambo, strip off and let’s have a look at you. “

 

Jasper was so incensed and so horrified that he stood there frozen, glaring at this

monster. Then the police officer slapped him hard on the back of his head.

 

“You herd the man. Shuck, Jig!”

 

Sam leaned back and spread his legs wider so the boy could lick down under his balls

toward his asshole. He studied the black boy in front of him. Yes Sir. This was one

handsome proud buck all right. It would be delightful to break him.

 

The sixteen-year old black boy kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. He could

not believe what was happening to him. He was shy, as I said, and didn’t like to have his

body looked at. He was also at that awkward age when boys of any color are sensitive

about their growing, changing forms. He peeled off his shirt revealing his well formed

teenage pecs with the rather large pouty nipples. His stomach was tight and muscular. His

arms were well muscled too and a trickle of sweat ran from under each hairy armpit.

 

“Whew, I can smell the nigger stink already, Mr. Porter. We are going to have to do our

best to keep this one clean or the spearchucker smell will contaminate the whole school.”

Sam smiled and his even white teeth glistened.

 

Soon Jasper stood before the young Headmaster in only his boxer shorts. He was

trembling. His big black feet felt awkward on the carpeted floor. His toes touched the red

line in front of the desk. His rather large lower lip also trembled from fear.

 

“What you waiting for Nigger? I don’t give orders twice. Shuck those boxers and show

us how you boys run through the jungle back home!”

 

The black teenager could not believe this was happening to him. He was being treated

in the most hateful prejudiced way. And to top off everything else, he was totally

innocent. He had never stolen drugs, and he had never touch any girl indecently. He had

been railroaded into this degrading situation. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband

of his boxers and lowered them. He stepped out of them and stood up.

 

Sam Garner let out a whistle. He knew now, why the big shots had picked Jasper

Higgins for Lakeland Academy. The sixteen-year old boy was hung like a fucking horse.

 

 

The boy’s flaccid dick must be seven inches long with lots of wrinkles in the skin

showing that it would grow even more when erect. The black balls hung low and heavy

in their sack and swung with ever move he made. Jasper stared at the carpet. He knew

that his dick was freakishly large for his age. The kids at school all made fun of him in

the locker room. They said no girl in school could ever take it in her cunt or mouth. All

the guys were always trying to get a look at it, and word was out that it was the main

subject of the girls in the school too at their slumber parties. But school was a long way

off. Now he stood totally buck ass naked in front of the Headmaster of Lakeland

Academy. His legs felt like water. His stomach rumbled and fluttered. His lips felt dry.

 

“Mr. Porter, look at the fuckmeat on that nigger! No wonder he can’t control himself.

He’s hung like a fucking freak! Spread your legs boy, I want to see those nuts swing.

Spread your legs wider. Now swing your nuts back and forth. Swing them boy! You will

learn that there is only one real rule of behavior here at Lakeland. You do everything you

are told to do! And you do it instantly! That’s it. You don’t do anything you have not

been told to do, and that includes shit and piss! You just do as you are told, and we will

get along real fine. Now play with your dick and get it hard for me.”

 

Jasper blinked. His mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You must be out of your mind!”

 

Sam Garner picked up a metal paperweight off his desk and hurled it at the black teen.

It struck him on the chest and knocked him back into the arms of Officer Porter. The pain

was unbearable. He screamed and sucked in air. Sam Garner’s face had turned red.

 

“Don’t you ever talk back to me, you fucking jungle bunny cunt! You get with the

program, or I swear to you, you will never get out of Lakeland alive.”

 

Jasper flashed his white teeth in anger. His eyes rolled in his black face. “I don’t give a

fuck. Kill me. Torture me. Do whatever the fuck you want. I will never bow down to

your sick fantasies.” Sometimes teenage boys can be idealistic. Sometimes they can be

heroic. Sometimes they can be foolish.

 

Sam Garner had regained his composure. He would have stood up, but he was quite

naked from the waist down and realized that this would compromise his position of

authority. He picked up a remote and punched a button. The giant flat screen wall

mounted tv lit up. Jasper looked toward it and could not believe what he saw.

 

It was his father! His father was naked and being tortured by two or three thugs. In

some of the clips he had a ball gag in his mouth. In other he was being forced to suck

white dick. In still others he was hung upside down like a side of beef and was being

whipped with belts and sticks and crops. The film had no sound, but Jasper could see the

agony on his dad’s face. The sixteen-year old boy’s eyes filled with tears.

 

“So far we have gone easy on your black buck of a dad. But how easy we go in the

future depends on you. so far he’s only had to suck ten to fifteen white dicks a day, and

take it up the ass four or five times. But that could change. We could have him sucking

fifty or sixty dicks a day. Of course that might kill him, swallowing all that jizz. We

could whip the black skin right off of him. Or we could cut off his dick and shove it up

his own ass. That all depends on you. As long as you co-operate here at Lakeland, your

dad will be safe. Well, relatively safe. We do need to have a bit of fun now and then.

So what do you say, Sambo? Are you going to be a good little jig for us?”

 

The tears dripped off of Jasper’s chin and down onto his brown chest. His pecs rose and

fell with his labored breathing. What could he do? How could he fight them?

 

 

“Yes.” He mumbled finally, digging his toes into the carpet, unable to look any further

at the continuing torment on the tv screen.

 

“Yes, what?”

 

“Yes, I’ll be good.”

 

“Yes, I’ll be good, what?”

 

“Yes I’ll be good, Sir.”

 

Sam smiled. “Usually Sir would be the fitting title for me, but in your case, I think I

like Massa better. You know. Massa, like in the old plantation days when you and your

kind knew your place. Try it for me, will you?”

 

Jasper wanted to spit. He wanted to scream. He wanted to die. But he thought of his

dad.

 

“Yes, I’ll be good, Massa.”

 

“I’ll give you a couple of days to settle down to routine. But by Friday say, I want you

to be talking like a nigger should talk. I want to hear you sounding like a plantation

darkie. ‘I’s be a good nigger for yo, Massa.’ Shit like that. You got that, Snowball?:”

 

Jasper hung his handsome head. “Yes, Massa.”

 

“Good, now where were we? Oh yes, get your fuckmeat hard for us!”

 

Jasper stood there before the two white men, playing with his sixteen year old black

dick. At first it didn’t want to respond. But he was a teen, so eventually it always did. It

grew thicker and longer, and then was standing out over nine and a half inches long and

thick as a flashlight.

 

“Holy shit, no wonder they sent you here. You must have ruptured those little white

girls you raped. You must have ripped their tiny virgin cunts right open.”

 

“I never hurt anyone. It’s all a lie.” Jasper said, his big dick bobbing and swinging over

his fat bag of nuts.

 

Officer Porter backhanded the boy. “Headmaster told you never to talk back.”

 

“He’ll learn, Porter. We’ll just increase his daddy’s discomfort.”

 

“No, please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll be good, Massa!” Jasper rose up on his toes. He was

one beautiful naked buck.

 

Sam smiled. “Get your dick leaking for us!”

 

Jasper pumped his massive teen prick. He squeezed and twisted it. The plum sized dick

head shone and the piss slit opened. A trickle of pre-fuck hung from the cock lips. It

formed a long string reaching toward the floor. Jasper stood there, his dick leaking.

 

“Good Jig. Now don’t make a mess, scoop up that fuck snot and eat it.”

 

Jasper blinked again. His head was spinning. This was not happening. It could not be

real. He reached down and with his fingers scooped up the trailing string of pre-fuck.

The he brought his shaking hand to his own mouth and sucked the scum off.

 

“Everybody knows niggers eat their own dick snot all the time. I hear basketball players

keep jars of it on the court and slug it down for energy during a game.’ Officer Porter

barked a harsh laugh at Sam’s little joke. Under the desk, the boy had been re-directed to

start sucking the Headmaster’s fat cock. Sam didn’t want to cum, just to be suckled a

little. A guy could get seriously worn out, working in a place like this, all the mouth and

ass cunt you wanted available twenty-four/seven. Any pretty young boy you craved, any

time, night or day. Yes Sir. It could wear a guy out if he wasn’t careful.

 

“Listen Jig, and listen good. If you cum without permission. Ever! If you try to beat off

or accidentally shoot a load in your sleep, your daddy will be sorry he was ever born.

 

 

You shoot off only when we tell you to. You eat, piss, shit, talk and breath only when we

 

tell you to! You got that?”

 

Jasper, his hard dick throbbing gulped. “Yes, Massa.”

 

“Tell me what you are!”

 

Jasper blinked. It was a habit when he was distressed. “I don’t understand, Massa.”

 

“Jesus, God, you stupid coon. You are a fucking nigger. Anyone in the school, teacher

or student asks you what you are, you are a fucking nigger! Got that?”

 

“Yes Massa!” Jasper was crying pretty hard now. There is something really exciting

about seeing a sixteen-year old boy cry. Especially a black boy.

 

“Okay then, what are you?”

 

Jasper screwed up his handsome face. “I am a fucking Nigger, Massa!”

 

“Louder, I can’t hear you.”

 

“I am a fucking Nigger, Massa!”

 

“Louder, you black son of a bitch, or I’ll strip the skin off your daddy’s hide.”

 

“I AM A FUCKING NIGGER!’ The last work disappeared in a series of pain wracked

sobs. The teenage boy tits heaved in agony. The big dick drooped a bit.

 

“Good. Then I think it’s time for you to meet the rest of the faculty and the boys, don’t

you? I’ve got a really fun idea for your introduction to them too. What do you say we get

going?” Sam kicked the boy under the desk away from his dick and pulled up his pants.

This was going to be fun!

 

 

The boys poured into the cafeteria/assembly hall at

Lakeland Academy. It was

lunch time. At one end of the room was a raised dais upon

which was a table

for the faculty and counselors. The rest of the room

contained long tables

and benches each of which seated eight boys. One of the

unusual things about

the benches is that here and there there were dildos

sticking up out of the

wooden seats. There were punishment seats. Boys being

disciplined were

required to eat lunch impaled on dildos ranging from seven

to twelve inches.

These boys were required of course to remove their shorts

or jeans while

eating. The dildo seats were placed so that the faculty

could enjoy the site

from their position on the dais. The boys stood at

attention until the

entire faculty were seated. Then they were allowed to sit.

The boys all sat

at one time, so the lads who had to sit on the dildos were

forced to sit

quickly and shove the rigid rubber cocks up their tender

young asses in one

shove. You could hear grunts of pain coming from various

areas of the room.

The other boys did not laugh or make fun of the impaled

boys. They knew all

too well the agony and humiliation of being "Pegged" for

lunch.

 

 

 Certain of the boys were designated "Kitchen Boys." All

of the lads at

Lakeland had chores to perform, and kitchen boys were no

exception. They

served the meals and helped the chef cook the food and

washed the dishes.

Kitchen boys were eleven to thirteen years old. They served

the food naked.

 

 

 

On special occasions they wore a small bow tie and perhaps

a short apron,

but not on ordinary days. Their young pale pink bodies and

sweet asses

pleased the faculty no end. More than a few of the boys got

their ass cheeks

squeezed as they set plates of food down at the faculty

table. Some of the

boys had to endure having their tiny dicks and nuts yanked,

or their nipples

tugged. A few of the faculty members ordered boys to report

to their

chambers after lunch for some private counseling. At

Lakeland that of course

meant for a boy...sucking dick or getting fucked.

 

 

The boys serving looked scared. To drop a dish or spill

food was

punishable by sadistic torture such as having thumb tacks

forced into the

soles of your young feet and being forced to walk that way

for an entire

day. The boys balanced huge heavy trays of food, and their

small naked

bodies glistened with sweat.

 

 

After serving the faculty, the Kitchen Boys served the

students. The boys

at Lakeland used no utensils when they ate. That was

considered too

dangerous. They had metal dog dishes filled with food set

before them, and

at a signal, they plunged their cute young faces into the

bowls and

slobbered up the food like animals. They were not allowed

to use their hands

in any way.

 

 

Some of the faculty had boys under the table sucking

their dicks and

licking their balls. This was most embarrassing to the

boys. Everyone knew

 

 

 

that to be a boy at Lakeland meant to be used and abused

sexually. But to

have to perform in front of the other boys was particularly

humiliating.

 

 

The faculty of the reform school was made up of

psychotics and perverts,

many of them taken out of high security prisons. Their

terms were dismissed

in return for them taking up positions at Lakeland. Of

course their behavior

was monitored as strongly as that of the boys. Most of the

faculty members

were men who had molested boys or abused them in some way

in private life.

 

 

The boys were totally at their sadistic mercy. One

beautiful thirteen year

old set down a plate before Mr. Geller, the English

Teacher. Mr. Geller

hauled off and whacked the boy across the face as hard as

he could. The boy

flew across the room and slammed into the wall. The rest of

the faculty

carried on conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary

had happened. In

fact nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The poor

boy's nose was

bleeding and his face started to swell up. Mr. Geller

snapped his fingers

and the naked teen scrambled to his feet and staggered back

to his place at

the faculty table. Mr. Geller looked at the blood running

out of the boy's

nose, squeezed his hardening dick in his trousers, and

placed a well aimed

punch right into the recently matured scrotum of the abused

boy. The kid

crumpled to the floor. Mr. Geller took one foot and placed

it on the boys

dick and nuts and stomped as hard as he could from a seated

position.

 

 

 

 The boys eating their lunch never looked up. It was

unwise to look up.

Unwise to do anything other than follow orders. They ate

their disgusting

tasting oatmeal like lunch.

 

 

Some of the faculty glanced with amused interest at the

menus for the day.

While they ate sumptuously prepared food, the boys were

given healthy but

foul tasting crap. Each day some secret ingredient was

added to the food as

a little joke played upon the unsuspecting boys. Today, the

oatmeal like

porridge contained horse cum. The school contained a fully

functional farm

for various animal/boy related activities, and the ten

stallions were milked

daily. The cum was stored and then used in cooking the

boys' food. It was a

little joke that the faculty could share. Sometimes shit

was put into the

food, or spit, or other fun ingredients.

 

 

As the boys finished their meal, Headmaster Sam Garner

stood and raped the

table for silence.

 

 

"Boys, we have a special treat in store for you today.

We have a new

addition to our little family. A new addition I think you

will be delighted

to meet. Let's make him feel really at home. Just as you

boys know because

of your misbehavior and anti-social behavior, you are the

scum of the earth.

In the same way, there is scum even lower than you. Hard to

believe?There is

pond scum beneath the scum. Some form of boy even lower

than you? Something

for you to abuse and degrade and take out your frustrations

on. We know you

 

 

 

boys get frustrated from time to time. So here is some scum

for even you to

detest and degrade. Meet Jasper!"

 

 

At Sam's signal, one of the muscular young prefects

dressed in white

tight tee shirt and tight ass and dick hugging trousers,

tugged two strings

he held in his beefy hand.

 

 

A delighted gasp came from the mouths of the boys as the

strings proved

to be pulling a naked black teenager on roller skates.

 

 

Jasper was totally naked, hands tied behind his back. His

feet were

strapped in a pair of old fashioned roller skates. Fish

hook like things

were impaled through his meaty teenage nipples at attached

to strings and he

was being pulled by these.His face was a mask of pain and

humiliation. His

big black dick swung as he rolled into the room. The boys

cheered and

applauded.

 

 

"Boys, look at the new nigger joining our school! Look

at that big fat

nigger dick swing as he rolls in. Look at that thick animal

fuckmeat boys!

That nigger wants to fuck your little white sisters in the

cunt. That is

what he lives for. He is a black motherfucking piece of

shit, boys. Look at

those big eyes rolling in pain, you can see the whites all

around..like in a

fucking nigger cartoon. And look at those thick lips. Those

thick pickaninny

lips will be sucking lots of dick boys...maybe even some of

yours if you are

good boys."

 

 

Jasper was sobbing in pain and humiliation. Not only were

his nipples

 

 

 

stretched horribly from his muscular teenage chest as he

was pulled around

the room by his tits, but the fact that these boys were

jeering at him and

now spitting on him was destroying him.

 

 

"That's right boys, spit on the nigger! Let him know who

is boss. Even

you boys, the shit scum of the earth are better than any

nigger. It's just a

fact of life." Then Sam signaled the prefect who tugged the

strings harder

and the nigger teen felt his feet roll out from under him

and he slammed

down hard onto the floor onto his muscular ass. The room

exploded in

laughter. These boys had such little joy in their tortured

lives, that this

was a rare treat indeed.

 

 

 The prefect untied Jasper's hands, and the black teen

sat there on the

floor in a daze.

 

 

"When you sit, nigger, you keep your legs spread wide so

those fucking

cum filled nigger sacks are on display." Jasper did have

huge balls.

"I want you boys to help me. And if you help me, you know I

can help you. I

can make things easier here for boys who help. How can you

help? I don't

want our nigger boy here to unload those fucksacks without

permission. If

any boy here catches him emptying his dick and balls you

report him at once.

I don't want that nigger cumming without permission. Play

with your dick,

Nigger. Sit there like you were on the plantation and play

with your dick

for us."

 

 

 jasper, tears running down his handsome face, put one

hand down to his

 

 

 

thick black prick and started to squeeze and rub it.

 

 

"God damn it Nigger, put some enthusiasm into it, or do

you want us to

have you dragged around the cafeteria by your tits?"

 

 

'I should like to see that," Mr. Wellington, the history

teacher said.

 

 

 "Come on boys, don't stop spitting on him. You may leave

your tables to

go spit on the new spearchucking black boy."

 

 

Gobs of saliva covered Japser's ebony skin. Spit dripped

from his chin

and ran down his muscular chest. It stung the open wounds

of his pierced

nipples. His face was covered in spit. It clogged his nose

and coated his

lips. He pulled frantically at this cock, trying to get a

response from it.

 

 

"What's the matter Nigger, can't get it hard? Is that

because there are no

six year old white girls here for you to molest? For you to

rip open with

your big black mule dick? Motherfucking freak!"

 

 

In spite of the abuse, Jasper's dick did start to

thicken. He was a

teenager after all, and teenage dicks are hard almost

constantly anyway.

 

 

"Stand up, Sambo...show the boys that huge fuckhose.

Show us how you

jungle bunnys beat off."

 

 

The roller skates had been taken off of his large

feet, and jasper now

struggled to stand. He stood there jerking on his fat

teenage fuckmeat, spit

running down his smooth dark body. His big balls danced in

their fleshy

sack.

 

 

"Spread those legs more. I want to see those nuts

swinging. Think about

the last little white cunt you fucked!"

 

 

 

 Jasper's dick was up full now, a throbbing giant of a

prick, out of place

on a teen's body. It leaked pre-fuck from the wide piss

hole. His breathing

grew ragged and his chest rose and fell. He would soon

shoot his load.

 

 

 "All right Nigger. Stop!" The order rang through the

cafeteria.

 

 

 Jasper stood there, his hands at his sides, as his thick

black dick

bobbed and throbbed and strings of fucksnot ran from the

piss slit.

 

 

"That's a good Nigger. You don't cum without permission.

But we are being

rude to our new guest. He has not had his lunch. Nigger boy

here needs some

lunch. " Sam snapped and a naked pre-teen entered with a

plate full of fried

chicken.

 

 

"Just what niggers love. Fried chicken. Yummy!" The room

was now filled

with wild laughter.

 

 

The plate was set on the floor at Jasper's feet. Then

Sam Garner snapped

his fingers again and three muscular prefects stepped up

and unzipped their

tight trousers.

They hauled out dicks that were easily seven inches soft.

They grew to nine

or ten hard. The boys knew this from having the cocks

thrust up their small

asses. The prefects tugged at their own hunks of fuckmeat

as the room grew

silent. The fat fuckers grew hard at once and started to

leak. No one spoke

as the prefects beat their cocks, standing there next to

the terrified

nigger teen. Then one by one, the prefects unloaded,

sending cascades of

 

 

 

fuckslop down onto the chicken, coating it with slimy

sperm. Clots of cum

and drooling rivers of spunk coated the fried chicken. Each

of the three

prefects had a really huge load.

 

 

"Well, what are you waiting for, Nigger. Why don't you

eat your lunch?"

Sam asked, and the faculty pounded the table in delighted

glee.

 

 

Jasper looked down at the cum coated mess. He wanted to

puke.

 

 

"Don't forget your father, Jigaboo, and what can happen

to him. Now eat

your lunch like a good little Nigger!"

 

 

Jasper had no choice. He fell to his knees and reached

down and picked up

a piece of cum coated chicken. He brought it to his mouth

and gagged.

 

 

'You puke and so help me, you will lick it up. The boys

here know that

rule, don't you boys?"

 

 

"Yes, Sir!" the boys chanted as one, all their eyes

glued to Jasper and

the chicken.

 

 

Jasper took a bite of the fuckslop coated chicken. It

tasted terrible. Cum

covered his lips and dripped into his mouth. The cum

squirted this way and

that as he bit into the foul fowl meat. His salty tears

mingled too with the

taste of the spooge and the chicken. He ate it in front of

the cheering boys

and the sadistic faculty. And this was just the start of

his horror!

 

 

 

While Jasper ate his cum coated chicken, the boys in the

room roared

with laughter. In their miserable lives, the slightest

diversion was treated

as a Godsend. And to see another boy get punished made each

boy feel perhaps

his lot was not so unlucky.

 

 

Sam faced the student body...or to be more precise...the

student bodies,

since their succulent young boy flesh was the real reason

they were here.

 

 

"Cunts! Before we adjourn for afternoon classes, we have

a matter of a

punishment to dole out." All of the boys stiffened. Any

boy in the place

could be horribly tortured at any time. He he had committed

no infraction of

the ridiculous rules, one could be invented, just because

the boy's body

caught the eye of one of the prefects or faculty members.

 

 

But the boys relaxed again as they saw four naked

fourteen year olds

ushered into the room. The boy's had terrified looks on

their handsome

faces. Lakeland Academy only took attractive boys. Of what

use were plain

or chubby or ungainly youths? They were not fuckable!

 

 

 The four boys were ushered on weak legs to stand in front

of a table,

facing the student body.

 

 

"These four miserable twats broke one of our most sacred

rules. You know

boys, for you own good you are never allowed to shoot your

miserable pricks

without permission. You are not allowed to ever frig your

disgusting dirty

little clits unless we tell you to. Well these four fucking

cunts took it

into their minds to try to get together secretly and have a

fucking circle

 

 

 

jerk. How stupid can douche brains be, anyway? Did they not

think we would

have surveillance in the stock rooms? Did they suspect that

ever fucking

camera is in plain sight? Let this be a lesson to you boys,

you are always

being watched. You so much as blow your nose without

permission, and you

will be punished. The only thing you do in this school

without permission is

breathe. And we are working on ways to control that."

 

 

Two of the four boys were crying now, big tears running

down their

cheeks.That always gave several of the faculty members

instant hard ones.

Alvin Geller, the English teacher grabbed the neck of a

naked serving boy

and dragged him under the faculty table. He positioned the

boy between his

legs. The kid knew what to do. Using his teeth, not his

hands, he lowered

the zipper on Mr. Geller's trousers and with his tongue and

lips fished out

the teacher's fat dick. Then he began to lovingly lick the

prick shaft and

cockhead. Geller sighed and continued to watch the

punishment proceedings.

 

 

"These worthless chunks of afterbirth took it into their

heads to have a

little circle jerk and to play with each other's clits.

Well as you can see

we caught them cum handed! And since they love to cum so

much they are

willing to break the school rules to do it, I have decided

to make cumming a

part of their punishment." As he spoke, Sam rand his hands

over the smooth

young bodies of the teenage boys. He gently teased their

budding tits. He

 

 

 

patted their stomachs and bubble asses. He lifted their

full young ball

sacks and softly flicked their dickheads. The boys trembled

with fear.

Still on the floor, Jasper Higgins, the only nigger at

Lakeland, ate his cum

coated chicken and watched the proceedings with wide eyes

and trembling

lips.

 

 

"When I give the word, you boys will jack off for us. You

will masturbate

your clits for the entire student body. And the last boy to

cum...do you

hear me...the last boy among you to shoot his load of snot

will have a nail

driven through his dick into a board, and he will wear it

as a punishment

for one week!"

 

 

 The four teenage boys stood there limp dicked and

terrified. They knew

the Headmaster was a monster. How someone so young could be

such a total

monster was beyond them. What had happened in his life to

make him so

totally evil? The boys hands shook as they fingered their

limp dicks. One

boy began to pump to try to get a head start. He got Sam

Garner's foot in

his teenage balls instead. He crumpled to the floor in

pain.

 

 

"False start, boys, horse out of the gate too soon!" The

faculty members

laughed. Now four of them were getting blow jobs from under

the table.

 

 

 "God help me..." Jasper Higgins murmured. If this was

how the white boys

were treated, what in God's name was in store for him, an

African American?

Jasper thought about his poor father, held somewhere, being

tortured. His

 

 

 

fate depended on Jasper doing exactly as he was told.

Jasper had to be

strong for his dad!

 

 

"All right Cunts, ready to flick your clits? Remember the

last one to

shoot is the loser. Ready, set, begin!"

 

 

The boy who had been kicked in the nuts scrambled back

to his feet, but

he got a late start jerking on his teenage dick. What

interested the faculty

was that each boy had his own unique jerking style. Boys

find at an early

age which exact stroking style suits them best...gives them

the most fuck

pleasure. Some boys rub their titties while they jerk. Some

boys squeeze

their ball sacks. Some boys even rub their tiny assholes or

insert fingers

or pencils. Most boys have at one time or another tried all

of the above.

Boys are most industrious about their jerk off activities.

Lakeland Academy

had hundreds of hours of video of boys jerking off. Boys

from the ages of

ten to twenty one. Boys of every shape and size, as long as

they were good

looking. Boys with huge cocks and boys with small peanut

sized dicklets.

 

 

 The four boys were so nervous and scared their pricks

didn't want to

harden up. One of the boys began to pinch his nipples. His

cock thickened a

little.

 

 

"Oh look, Robbie must have tits like a cunt, he likes

them pinched when he

has sex." Sam Garner acted as announcer for the event.

"Tim here is trying

a back handed stroke, but his clit is still limp as a snot

filled tissue.

 

 

 

Pete has a little stiffy going, but he can do much better

than that. I know,

I've seen it. Jerk those dicks, motherfuckers...get them

hard."

 

 

 The boys virtually yanked on their pricks, wanting, no,

needing to cum.

You never saw boys beat their meat with such fervor.

 

 

"I do believe these boys might yank their dicks right off

their bodies!

The room burst out in laughter. Many of the boys watching

got hard dicks

themselves. Some of them leaked onto the wooden benches on

which the boys

sat. Jasper was too appalled to become aroused in any way.

He was a straight

boy with no interest in homosexuality.The cum clots on the

chicken were

making him sick to his stomach. He got by by pretending it

was ranch

dressing.

 

 

"Come on, work those clits, Cocksuckers! If one of you

doesn't cum soon,

we will nail all four of your pricks to boards!" The

teenage boys pulled

harder on their dicks. Their hairless balls jiggled and

danced. They were

all good looking boys as I said, and their self-fuck

activity would have

made an excellent porno video. Two of them now had full

hard-ons. Robbie was

a little behind. He put one hand under his nuts and rolled

them as he

jerked. The room was very quiet now, except for the sound

of masturbating

hands and the sucking sounds coming from under the faculty

table. The boys

were taught to slobber like pigs and make piggy noises when

they sucked

dick. It degraded them more.

 

 

 

 Mr Geller slapped the side of the head of the teenager

sucking his

fuckmeat. "Change your suck angle, Bitch, you're not doing

it right!" he

growled. The kid rose up on his knees and bent his head. He

flicked at the

bottom of the prick with his tongue while he sucked on the

head.

 

 

 At last one of the boys grunted and sprayed the floor in

front of him

with teenboy fuck seed. It shot out in four long ropes of

boy spooge.

Then Pete grunted and also unloaded. His didn't fly as far,

but was thicker

and splattered the wooden floor so hard it could be heard.

Then the third

boy hissed and his prick ran with a more watery cum. It

dripped down onto

the floor right in front of his him, some getting on his

bare feet. Poor

Robbie was the last to cum. He closed his eyes in agony and

pulled on his

dick with all his might. His cum suddenly burst like cannon

fodder from his

pisshole. It hit the floor with and inkblot kind of effect,

spreading and

making shapes on the hard wood. The four kids stood there,

fuck leaking from

their spent pricks, teenage titties heaving with the

effort.

 

 

 "Well, it looks like Robbie here, loses. The other boys

may report to

their regular tables. I think all four of you have learned

a valuable

lesson. But Cute young Robbie here, has to pay the piper!

And look at this

mess on the floor. Boy prick snot all over the fucking

place. Oh yes, I

forgot, we got a Nigger now to clean up for us. Sambo, get

your black ass

 

 

 

over here and lick up this spilled spooge!"

 

 

Jasper could not believe what he was hearing. He was an

intelligent,

sensitive boy. How could they treat him like an animal?

 

 

"Better get a move on, Jig. I don't like to have to

repeat myself."

 

 

One of the prefects, a handsome kid of nineteen in a

tight white tee shirt

kicked Jasper in his stomach. The boy tried to scramble to

his feet, but he

was kicked again.

 

 

"Niggers crawl around here. They don't walk like human

beings. The black

teenager was almost out of his mind with anguish and anger.

He crawled

toward the dias at the front of the room. He approached the

first puddle of

boy cum. It was a yellowish off white and had thick globs

amid a more

watery base.

 

 

"What are you waitng for, Steppin Fetchit? Get your

fucking nigger ass

licker out and lick up that tasty white boy cocksnot!"

Jasper looked down

at the puddle of cum and wanted to puke. But what could he

do? He was

trapped. He lowered his head and started to lick at the

cum. It's taste was

bitter and salty and rank. But not so much different than

the cum on his

chicken.

 

 

"That's right, lower your nappy head, Butterfly and suck

up white boy

sperm."

 

 

As Jasper licked up the teenage cum, Robbie's punishment

continued. He

was almost hysterical by now and would have tried to run

had he not been

held by two prefects. A third brought out a long two by

four, a hammer and a

 

 

 

thick long nail.

 

 

"This is what happens to boys at Lakeland who play with

themselves without

permission! You boys know the rules. I don't know why you

try our patience

by breaking them! All right, nail his clit to the board!"

 

 

Robbie screamed, Mr. Geller shot into the mouth of the

boy sucking him. He

cursed, He hadn't wanted to shoot until the nail actually

pierced cock

flesh. The young boy sucking him gulped down the spooge.

 

 

They held Robbie still, placed his teenage dick on the

two by four, then

put the tip of the nail on the shaft right behind the

cockhead.

 

 

 "Oh God, please, please don't.I won't jerk off any more.

I promise to be

good. I promise. Please!"

 

 

Jasper couldn't look as the hammer came down on the nail,

driving it

through the prick shaft and into the board. The boy let

out a blood

curdling scream.

 

 

"Now Robbie here will drag this two by four around with

him for one solid

week. He will drag it by his dick. No boy is to help him or

come to his

aid." Poor Robbie was only half-conscious.

 

 

 "Oh I see it's time for our after lunch piss and shit

break. Report to

the Cuntroom, girls!" The boys rose from their seats and

faced front. Then

they began to file out.

 

 

A big tear ran down Jasper's face as he licked up the cum

from the four

boys. Not only for himself, but for every boy at Lakeland

Academy.

 

 

 

Paul Towers was very nervous as he entered the office of

Doctor Weller,

the head doctor at Lakeland Academy. Doctor Weller was not

strictly a doctor

anymore. He had lost his license to practice medicine when

he was found by

the police with his dick up the ass of a thirteen year old

schoolboy

patient. In defense of Dr. Weller, the boy was beautiful

and any big dicked,

red blooded pervert would want to fuck his tiny sweet

bubble butted ass. The

fact that the kid was a virgin only made the hole

stretching more potent.

The boy had come in for a physical with is mom, and as Mom

sat in the outer

office, Dr. Weller had the boy strip totally naked and then

drugged him.

While the kid was half out of it, Dr. Weller played with

the nicely

developing prick and smooth hairless ball bag. That led to

some fingering of

the virgin asshole, and then, Dr. Weller just had to get

his eight inches up

that tiny boycunt. As it would happen, another patient

looking for the

men's room opened the wrong door and saw Dr. Weller balls

deep up the ass of

the boy and called the police. The men in blue arrived with

unusual

punctuality and interrupted the good Doctor before he could

even unload up

the agonized kid's pink boypussy.

 

 

In other words, Dr. Weller was just the kind of man

Lakeland Academy

wanted. Paul Towers was nervous whenever he had to have

dealings with the

sadistic, perverted medical man. But this day was special.

Paul Towers had

 

 

 

been at Lakeland for three years. During that time he had

been fucked over

one thousand times. He had also sucked over three thousand

cocks. The really

cute boys at Lakeland were kept busy most of the day and

night. They didn't

even have time for the foolish formality of classes or

workshops. And as for

rehab..forget it. It was their mouths and asses that the

teachers at

Lakeland set about training. That and breaking the wills of

the boys. Paul

had been broken and rebuilt to be the kind of cocksucking

fuckboy that the

faculty was proud of. He also displayed a talent for

sadism. So, today was

the day that Paul Towers was going to go from student to

Prefect at

Lakeland. After today he would be working for the school,

in charge of a

number of boys. His job...to make life hell for the lads in

any way he

could. The more he hurt and tortured, humiliated and abused

the boys in his

charge, the more highly he would be thought of by his

superiors.

 

 

Paul was dressed in a sport's coat, shirt and tie for his

final

interviews. He need to get a physical from Dr.Weller. He

shyly poked his

head into the room. The look on his handsome young face

said it all. He was

scared and totally humble before the sadistic doctor.

 

 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little cocksucker Paul

Towers. Come on in,

Cunt. I haven't fucked your ass in almost a year. MY, my,

you have grown up.

You must be what, all of seventeen now. As I remember you

had a nice tight

 

 

 

pussy. I'll bet that isn't the case anymore. I know our

fine young

Headmaster likes lean muscular boys like you, and I'll just

bet he opened

you up so you could deliver a fucking baby from your

cunthole. I am sorry

that I have not seen you this past year, but you know I

fancy the younger

lads, and I have been so fucking busy fucking! Ha ha."

Dr. Weller fancied

himself something of a comedian.

 

 

 "So you are going to be a prefect, huh? If I pass you on

your medical

exam. That means you will be able to bully the little cunts

instead of being

bullied. Lucky you. I guess passing this medical is really

important, eh?"

 

 

"Yes, sir!" They were the first words Paul uttered

since entering the

room Paul Towers had darkly handsome good looks. His

family had Intalian

and Latino blood in their background, and the best of both

came out in this

muscular young man. At fourteen, he had been arrested for

selling drugs to

some middle school boys and had been sent to Lakeland. His

first day at the

school, he had been forced to suck thirty-two dicks.

Everybody it seems had

wanted to try out his pretty, soft, young mouth. His ass

was opened soon

after by the Headmaster himself.

 

 

Well, what are you fucking waiting for, Christmas? Get

those clothes off

and let me see how you have been developing this last year.

Is your dick

still rather small. I recall it was nothing to write home

about. No

cuntfucker if I remember correctly. It is so difficult to

remember when one

 

 

 

has so many teenage cocks to consider. I fucked a new boy

just the other

day...thirteen and he has over seven inches of fuckmeat,

would you believe

it? That is going to be so much fun to play with. And we

have a new Nigger,

did you hear? Hung like a fucking horse and shy and

perfect to abuse. I'll

see what I can do to put him under your charge...if you

pass your physical

of course. Come on, don't dawdle, get naked."

 

 

Paul Towers stripped bare assed naked in front of the

perverted doctor. It

was nothing new by this time. He had spent most of the last

three years

naked. Still, he hesitated when he got to his undershorts.

one never knew

what new sadistic tricks the doc had up his sleeve or in

his pants. It felt

strange to be wearing underwear again. The boys at Lakeland

were not allowed

to wear underwear, except for special occasions such as the

visit of a big

shot politician who liked boys in underpants.

 

 

"Get those panties off and show me your fuckhose!"

Paul stripped down the blue boxer/briefs. He heard the

doctor laugh.

 

 

"Oh my God, it really is not very large is it. I mean,

you have grown in

every other way. But your cock is really more like a clit

than a dick, isn't

it?" Paul said nothing. He just stood there letting the

doctor look at his

rather small cock. He didn't cover himself. He knew better

than to do that.

"I SAID YOUR DICK IS MORE LIKE A CLIT, ISN'T IT" The

doctor screamed

suddenly.

 

 

"YES SIR. MY DICK IS SMALL AND REALLY MORE LIKE A CLIT."

"YOU COULD NEVER FUCK CUNT WITH THAT, COULD YOU?"

 

 

 

 "NO SIR, IT'S MUCH TO SMALL TO EVER FUCK A CUNT."

 

 

 The doctor smiled. "Good. I see you learned some

manners in the past

year. You might make prefect yet. Let's get a piss sample,

and then we'll

take a look at you with the cunt spreader."

 

 

Meanwhile, Jasper, the only Black boy at Lakeland was

having an

eye-opening first day. He now knelt naked in what was

called "THE CUNT

ROOM."

 

 

 The Cunt Room was the Bathroom. In most school it would

be called the

Boys Room, or the Girls Room. But at Lakeland it had been

affectionately

named The Cunt Room. The Boys at Lakeland were not allowed

to ever piss or

shit without permission. And they were always monitored

when they did so.

That was so they could not play with their dirty little

clits, and also so

that the clients and sponsors of the school who liked to

watch boys shit and

piss could enjoy the activity with the boy.

 

 

Jasper, who had been forced to crawl down to the Cunt

Room from the

Cafeteria, could not believe his eyes.

 

 

The boys, stood in a line, all of them totally bare ass

naked. They were

forced to stand so close to each other their their young

dicks brushed up

against the bodies of the boys in front of them. Because

there were very

little boys as well as strapping teens of nineteen in the

line, some of the

older boys fat cocks rubbed against the backs or necks of

little boys in

line in front of them. They stood this way in a body

rubbing line, arms at

 

 

 

sides not speaking. They knew the routine. Proctors kept

the line moving.

As the boy's moved forward, they spread their young legs to

straddle a

trough or drain that ran the length of the room. Spreading

their legs

allowed the guests seated on bleachers to view the teenage

swinging balls

and the pretty young hunks of fuckmeat. In attendance this

morning was the

Sheriff of the county, a state Senator, and two prominent

businessmen, among

others. They studied each boy with keen interest, trying to

decide which boy

they would like to have for the day to play with.

 

 

When a boy reached the front of the line, directly

opposite the guests, he

would squat over the trough. Then he would shout at the top

of his lungs.

"PISSING." and he would piss. Piss shot out of the

teenage cock. The boy

was not allowed to touch himself. The guests leaned in

closer to study the

pissing teenage dick. Then the boy would shout out,

"SHITTING," and he would

squeeze until the tip of a turd appeared at his asshole.

Cameras in the

trough captured the shitlog forcing it's way out of the

teen boy asshole and

projected it up on two giant screens. The boy squatted and

grunted shitting

out three long large turds. Then he stood up and did a most

unusual thing.

He bent over from the waist and reaching back, spread his

young smooth ass

cheeks. A Proctor handed the next boy in line three small

squares of toilet

paper. The next boy in line had the duty to wipe the shitty

ass of the boy

 

 

 

in front of him. The school called this bonding! With only

three thin

squares of toilet paper, the wiping boy had to make sure

every swipe was

carefully planned. After cleaning the ass, the boy in front

moved off to the

showers, which all boys took every time they shat, and the

next boy would

squat to do his duty. To keep the entire process

manageable timewise, there

were three such lines and three troughs in the big room.

 

 

Jasper could not believe the perverted sickness of the

entire sight. How

could he be expected to shit and piss in this manner? A

proctor standing

next to him, kicked him in the nuts, but only hard enough

to get his

attention.

 

 

"Every boy at Lakeland has chores to do as well as going

to social rehab

classes. You have to pay for your crimes against society.

Your job, Nigger

will be to work here, in the Cunt Room. Someone has to

clean the shit out of

the troughs when the boys have finished. That's going to be

your job. You'll

be using your nigger hands to pick up the shit and dump it

down the drain.

Don't complain, Nigger, you could be using your mouth!"

 

 

After all the boys had finished shitting and pissing,

Jasper's job was

further explained to him. One boy was assigned to each shit

trough. One of

the other boys was Asian and one was Latino. Obviously

there was lots of

racial prejudice at Lakeland. The were naked and looked

subdued and humble.

 

 

 "We could turn on the water and just flush the shit and

piss down, but our

 

 

 

Headmaster feels this is an appropriate job for nigger scum

like you. so

what you do, is climb on down into the trough, and pick up

the shit and

crawl with it to the drain at the end and dump it, simple,

right?"

 

 

Jasper could not stand the stink of the boys' shit. It

was overpowering.

He wanted to puke. Then the prefect threw a tape measure to

Jasper.

 

 

"Oh yeah, the Headmaster has a little welcome task for

you. Just to see

how well behaved you are. Until further notice, he wants

you to measure each

turd before you dump it. Here's a pad of paper and a

pencil. Just measure

how long each shit log is and how big around in the middle.

Record that

data, and then dump the turd and move on to the next one.

Do a good job and

Be accurate, the cameras are watching you. Jesus, Nigger,

you got a big

fucking dick! When you crawl, it's gonna get dragged

through all that boy

shit!" The prefect laughed and rubbed his own prick bulge

in his white

pants.

 

 

Jasper wanted to die. But his horror was just beginning.

 

 

 

Paul Towers was very nervous as he entered the office of

Doctor Weller,

the head doctor at Lakeland Academy. Doctor Weller was not

strictly a doctor

anymore. He had lost his license to practice medicine when

he was found by

the police with his dick up the ass of a thirteen year old

schoolboy

patient. In defense of Dr. Weller, the boy was beautiful

and any big dicked,

red blooded pervert would want to fuck his tiny sweet

bubble butted ass. The

fact that the kid was a virgin only made the hole

stretching more potent.

The boy had come in for a physical with is mom, and as Mom

sat in the outer

office, Dr. Weller had the boy strip totally naked and then

drugged him.

While the kid was half out of it, Dr. Weller played with

the nicely

developing prick and smooth hairless ball bag. That led to

some fingering of

the virgin asshole, and then, Dr. Weller just had to get

his eight inches up

that tiny boycunt. As it would happen, another patient

looking for the

men's room opened the wrong door and saw Dr. Weller balls

deep up the ass of

the boy and called the police. The men in blue arrived with

unusual

punctuality and interrupted the good Doctor before he could

even unload up

the agonized kid's pink boypussy.

 

 

In other words, Dr. Weller was just the kind of man

Lakeland Academy

wanted. Paul Towers was nervous whenever he had to have

dealings with the

sadistic, perverted medical man. But this day was special.

Paul Towers had

 

 

 

been at Lakeland for three years. During that time he had

been fucked over

one thousand times. He had also sucked over three thousand

cocks. The really

cute boys at Lakeland were kept busy most of the day and

night. They didn't

even have time for the foolish formality of classes or

workshops. And as for

rehab..forget it. It was their mouths and asses that the

teachers at

Lakeland set about training. That and breaking the wills of

the boys. Paul

had been broken and rebuilt to be the kind of cocksucking

fuckboy that the

faculty was proud of. He also displayed a talent for

sadism. So, today was

the day that Paul Towers was going to go from student to

Prefect at

Lakeland. After today he would be working for the school,

in charge of a

number of boys. His job...to make life hell for the lads in

any way he

could. The more he hurt and tortured, humiliated and abused

the boys in his

charge, the more highly he would be thought of by his

superiors.

 

 

Paul was dressed in a sport's coat, shirt and tie for his

final

interviews. He need to get a physical from Dr.Weller. He

shyly poked his

head into the room. The look on his handsome young face

said it all. He was

scared and totally humble before the sadistic doctor.

 

 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little cocksucker Paul

Towers. Come on in,

Cunt. I haven't fucked your ass in almost a year. MY, my,

you have grown up.

You must be what, all of seventeen now. As I remember you

had a nice tight

 

 

 

pussy. I'll bet that isn't the case anymore. I know our

fine young

Headmaster likes lean muscular boys like you, and I'll just

bet he opened

you up so you could deliver a fucking baby from your

cunthole. I am sorry

that I have not seen you this past year, but you know I

fancy the younger

lads, and I have been so fucking busy fucking! Ha ha."

Dr. Weller fancied

himself something of a comedian.

 

 

 "So you are going to be a prefect, huh? If I pass you on

your medical

exam. That means you will be able to bully the little cunts

instead of being

bullied. Lucky you. I guess passing this medical is really

important, eh?"

 

 

"Yes, sir!" They were the first words Paul uttered

since entering the

room Paul Towers had darkly handsome good looks. His

family had Intalian

and Latino blood in their background, and the best of both

came out in this

muscular young man. At fourteen, he had been arrested for

selling drugs to

some middle school boys and had been sent to Lakeland. His

first day at the

school, he had been forced to suck thirty-two dicks.

Everybody it seems had

wanted to try out his pretty, soft, young mouth. His ass

was opened soon

after by the Headmaster himself.

 

 

Well, what are you fucking waiting for, Christmas? Get

those clothes off

and let me see how you have been developing this last year.

Is your dick

still rather small. I recall it was nothing to write home

about. No

cuntfucker if I remember correctly. It is so difficult to

remember when one

 

 

 

has so many teenage cocks to consider. I fucked a new boy

just the other

day...thirteen and he has over seven inches of fuckmeat,

would you believe

it? That is going to be so much fun to play with. And we

have a new Nigger,

did you hear? Hung like a fucking horse and shy and

perfect to abuse. I'll

see what I can do to put him under your charge...if you

pass your physical

of course. Come on, don't dawdle, get naked."

 

 

Paul Towers stripped bare assed naked in front of the

perverted doctor. It

was nothing new by this time. He had spent most of the last

three years

naked. Still, he hesitated when he got to his undershorts.

one never knew

what new sadistic tricks the doc had up his sleeve or in

his pants. It felt

strange to be wearing underwear again. The boys at Lakeland

were not allowed

to wear underwear, except for special occasions such as the

visit of a big

shot politician who liked boys in underpants.

 

 

"Get those panties off and show me your fuckhose!"

Paul stripped down the blue boxer/briefs. He heard the

doctor laugh.

 

 

"Oh my God, it really is not very large is it. I mean,

you have grown in

every other way. But your cock is really more like a clit

than a dick, isn't

it?" Paul said nothing. He just stood there letting the

doctor look at his

rather small cock. He didn't cover himself. He knew better

than to do that.

"I SAID YOUR DICK IS MORE LIKE A CLIT, ISN'T IT" The

doctor screamed

suddenly.

 

 

"YES SIR. MY DICK IS SMALL AND REALLY MORE LIKE A CLIT."

"YOU COULD NEVER FUCK CUNT WITH THAT, COULD YOU?"

 

 

 

 "NO SIR, IT'S MUCH TO SMALL TO EVER FUCK A CUNT."

 

 

 The doctor smiled. "Good. I see you learned some

manners in the past

year. You might make prefect yet. Let's get a piss sample,

and then we'll

take a look at you with the cunt spreader."

 

 

Meanwhile, Jasper, the only Black boy at Lakeland was

having an

eye-opening first day. He now knelt naked in what was

called "THE CUNT

ROOM."

 

 

 The Cunt Room was the Bathroom. In most school it would

be called the

Boys Room, or the Girls Room. But at Lakeland it had been

affectionately

named The Cunt Room. The Boys at Lakeland were not allowed

to ever piss or

shit without permission. And they were always monitored

when they did so.

That was so they could not play with their dirty little

clits, and also so

that the clients and sponsors of the school who liked to

watch boys shit and

piss could enjoy the activity with the boy.

 

 

Jasper, who had been forced to crawl down to the Cunt

Room from the

Cafeteria, could not believe his eyes.

 

 

The boys, stood in a line, all of them totally bare ass

naked. They were

forced to stand so close to each other their their young

dicks brushed up

against the bodies of the boys in front of them. Because

there were very

little boys as well as strapping teens of nineteen in the

line, some of the

older boys fat cocks rubbed against the backs or necks of

little boys in

line in front of them. They stood this way in a body

rubbing line, arms at

 

 

 

sides not speaking. They knew the routine. Proctors kept

the line moving.

As the boy's moved forward, they spread their young legs to

straddle a

trough or drain that ran the length of the room. Spreading

their legs

allowed the guests seated on bleachers to view the teenage

swinging balls

and the pretty young hunks of fuckmeat. In attendance this

morning was the

Sheriff of the county, a state Senator, and two prominent

businessmen, among

others. They studied each boy with keen interest, trying to

decide which boy

they would like to have for the day to play with.

 

 

When a boy reached the front of the line, directly

opposite the guests, he

would squat over the trough. Then he would shout at the top

of his lungs.

"PISSING." and he would piss. Piss shot out of the

teenage cock. The boy

was not allowed to touch himself. The guests leaned in

closer to study the

pissing teenage dick. Then the boy would shout out,

"SHITTING," and he would

squeeze until the tip of a turd appeared at his asshole.

Cameras in the

trough captured the shitlog forcing it's way out of the

teen boy asshole and

projected it up on two giant screens. The boy squatted and

grunted shitting

out three long large turds. Then he stood up and did a most

unusual thing.

He bent over from the waist and reaching back, spread his

young smooth ass

cheeks. A Proctor handed the next boy in line three small

squares of toilet

paper. The next boy in line had the duty to wipe the shitty

ass of the boy

 

 

 

in front of him. The school called this bonding! With only

three thin

squares of toilet paper, the wiping boy had to make sure

every swipe was

carefully planned. After cleaning the ass, the boy in front

moved off to the

showers, which all boys took every time they shat, and the

next boy would

squat to do his duty. To keep the entire process

manageable timewise, there

were three such lines and three troughs in the big room.

 

 

Jasper could not believe the perverted sickness of the

entire sight. How

could he be expected to shit and piss in this manner? A

proctor standing

next to him, kicked him in the nuts, but only hard enough

to get his

attention.

 

 

"Every boy at Lakeland has chores to do as well as going

to social rehab

classes. You have to pay for your crimes against society.

Your job, Nigger

will be to work here, in the Cunt Room. Someone has to

clean the shit out of

the troughs when the boys have finished. That's going to be

your job. You'll

be using your nigger hands to pick up the shit and dump it

down the drain.

Don't complain, Nigger, you could be using your mouth!"

 

 

After all the boys had finished shitting and pissing,

Jasper's job was

further explained to him. One boy was assigned to each shit

trough. One of

the other boys was Asian and one was Latino. Obviously

there was lots of

racial prejudice at Lakeland. The were naked and looked

subdued and humble.

 

 

 "We could turn on the water and just flush the shit and

piss down, but our

 

 

 

Headmaster feels this is an appropriate job for nigger scum

like you. so

what you do, is climb on down into the trough, and pick up

the shit and

crawl with it to the drain at the end and dump it, simple,

right?"

 

 

Jasper could not stand the stink of the boys' shit. It

was overpowering.

He wanted to puke. Then the prefect threw a tape measure to

Jasper.

 

 

"Oh yeah, the Headmaster has a little welcome task for

you. Just to see

how well behaved you are. Until further notice, he wants

you to measure each

turd before you dump it. Here's a pad of paper and a

pencil. Just measure

how long each shit log is and how big around in the middle.

Record that

data, and then dump the turd and move on to the next one.

Do a good job and

Be accurate, the cameras are watching you. Jesus, Nigger,

you got a big

fucking dick! When you crawl, it's gonna get dragged

through all that boy

shit!" The prefect laughed and rubbed his own prick bulge

in his white

pants.

 

 

Jasper wanted to die. But his horror was just beginning.

 

 

 

Dr. Weller twisted his finger up the asshole of Paul

Towers. The boy

squirmed on the table. It was certainly not the first time

his ass had been

invaded since he came to Lakeland. Lord no, he had been

fucked almost daily.

The really cute boys always get the worst abuse. He had

been passed around

like a joint from teacher to teacher and each one had

sampled his then

innocent young ass. He was used to getting fucked and to

sucking dick. But

now he wanted desperately to get a job as a prefect for

several reasons.

First of all, it would cut his sentence in half. Second, it

would give him a

chance to dish it out rather than take it. He couldn't wait

to vent some of

his pent up sadistic anger on those fucking young boys who

would be under

his charge. That is the kind of lad Lakeland sought out for

prefects. But

Paul had to pass his physical and some other tests before

he would be

accepted.

 

 

Dr. Weller was not gentle. He was not gentle on purpose.

He loved to hurt

boys. He shoved his finger deeper into Paul's guts.

 

 

"Jesus Boy, use your cunt muscles. Tighten up that pussy

at least a

little. Who'd want to fuck a cumdump like that?" Paul

tightened up his ass

muscles as he had learned to do. Many of the boys at

Lakeland did cunt

tightenting exercises every day. Nobody wants to fuck a

fourteen year old

with a sloppy loose cunt. Boys whose cunts got too loose

suddenly

disappeared from Lakeland, never to be seen again. The fact

that it wasn't

 

 

 

in the least the boy's fault if his cunt became loose,

didn't seem to matter

at all to the teachers. First they ruined a boy, and then

they blamed him

for being ruined.

 

 

Paul's rather small dick twitched as the Doctor rubbed

his prostate.

 

 

"I told our Headmaster...Headmaster, I said... Young Paul

Towers dick is

much to small for him to be a prefect. Prefects have to

have big fucking

dicks to impress the boys and keep them in line. Especially

the younger

boys. They are terrified of huge cocks and for good reason.

So a prefect

with a massive hunk of fuckmeat really helps control them.

But our very

young but wise Headmaster responded that he believes you

have a truly

sadistic nature and that is also needed for cunt control!

And It may be so.

I certainly am not in charge of hiring and firing around

her. Although to be

fair, I must list on your report that I feel you have a

grossly inadequate

cock. If you were still girl fucking, not that you ever

will be, but if you

were still girl fucking, you would be laughed at. No self

respecting twat

could even feel that tiny pricklet in her pussy. It has got

to be under six

inches hard. We will have to get accurate measurements and

some good photos

of it."

 

 

 Paul hated the doctor. Here it was the most important day

of his life. His

chance to escape from incarceration and take control of his

life, and the

fucking doctor was trying to do everything to ruin it for

him.

 

 

 

 "When were you last fucked?" Doctor Weller asked,

inserting a speculum

into the asshole of the teenage boy.

 

 

"Last night."

 

 

"Who fucked you?" Doctor Weller was not gentle. He gave

the screws a

twist so the boy's asshole was stretched like a cunt.

 

 

"The Headmaster fucked me."

 

 

 Doctor Weller chuckled. "Oh my, that explains things. I

was wondering

why a small dicked fuckup would be chosen as a prefect. So

you are the

Head's private fucktoy!" He gave the screws another twist,

stretching the

asshole to obscene proportions. Paul felt as if he would

pass out from the

pain, but that would show weakness.

 

 

 "How can the Headmaster enjoy such a fucking loose cunt?

Of course he does

have an enormous dick. Still, I would think he would enjoy

opening a fresh

innocent thirteen year old virgin asshole instead. I really

must speak to

him. Jesus, you look like you have given birth down there!

Oh well, what can

I say. He is the Headmaster and there is no accounting for

bad taste."

 

 

 In the Cunt Room, Jasper, the only black boy at Lakeland,

looked up at the

prefect with wide eyes. "I...I don't think I can do this."

He finally said

meekly.

 

 

"What are you too fucking stupid to even measure turds?

What a dumbfuck

Nigger! I explained it to you once. You pick up each turd

in your hands and

measure it's length and how big it is around in the center.

Then you record

that and then take the turd and dump it in the drain. Then

go back to the

 

 

 

next turd. Jesus, how difficult can that be?

 

 

 Jasper felt terribly sick to his stomach. He was

supposed to kneel naked

in the shit trough and lift each stinking soft turd from

the pile of shit

and measure it. What kind of insanity was this. The noticed

the other two

boys in the room going about their work. They somehow must

have gotten used

to the stench and the disgusting idea. The Asian boy

glanced over at Jasper

and gave him a look to tell him he'd better not cause

trouble.

 

 

 The shit of twenty-five or more boys filled the trench.

Jasper felt the

room spin.

 

 

'I can't. I just can't do it, Sir. Give me another job,

please!" Jasper

was a nigger, but he was not used to begging. He had been a

straight A

student and respected in his community. And now to be

suddenly treated like

a plantation nigger. It was too much for him to take.

 

 

"Nigger, I will not tell you again. Climb on down into

that trench and

measure those turds." The prefect seemed to be enjoying

this. He was a

handsome brute, all muscle with a huge lump in his pants.

 

 

"Oh God, please, I am going to be sick!" And Jasper

puked. He heaved up

his lunch of cum covered chicken. It was an putrid stinking

mess.

 

 

 "You stupid fucking Jig, now look what you have done. Now

you are going to

have to lick up your stinking nigger puke too!"

 

 

The poor naked teenage black boy was trembling. "I

can't. I just Can't!"

The Prefect called for back-up and three more muscular

thugs appeared from

another room.

 

 

 

 "The fucking Nigger won't do his chores and also puked on

the floor and

won't lick it up. What the fuck is the matter with these

spearchuckers.

Don't they know their fucking place in society?"

 

 

"They are too fucking stupid to know anything." They

dragged poor naked

Jasper into the middle of the room, his teenage dick

swinging. It was so

degrading to be totally naked in front of these fully

clothed guys. They

held him down on the floor.

 

 

 "Spread his legs. Jesus Christ, just look at the fucking

dick and balls on

that Nigger! No wonder our white girls aren't safe on the

streets. He looks

just like a fucking animal down there."

 

 

The prefect picked up a short rubber hose.

 

 

"Well, lets see if he will obey orders after I beat

those big fat Nigger

nuts with this hose."

 

 

 "OH God, no..please...I...please..." Jasper screamed.

The cords in his

neck stood out like ropes. He tried to twist away, but the

muscular prefects

held on to his big black feet and his arms.

 

 

'Nigger I am going to beat your nuts. This is for your

own good. To teach

you on this your first day at Lakeland, that you will

follow any and all

orders without question. I am going to beat your fat nuts

until they are

swollen like cocoanuts. I am probably going to hurt your

horse cock a bit

too as I can't possibly hit your nuggets without whacking

that slab of

fuckmeat as well. That's what you get for having such a

fucking big nigger

dick. Hold him boys, this is going to hurt!"

 

 

 

 At the state capitol there was a very exclusive private

party going on.

Senator Martin Breslin was throwing an intimate function

for certain

like-minded friends of his. A select group of males and

females who shared

the same hobbies and interests as the young handsome

senator. Everyone at

the party was dressed in expensive designer clothing.

Everyone that is

except for the wait staff. The Black wait staff.

 

 

The entire wait staff of the party was made up of well

built black men.

And except for the occasional bow tie or cuffs, they were

all stark naked!

That's right, these beautiful big black bucks moved through

the room,

serving cocktails and canapes totally naked. Their fat

black cocks swung as

they walked and their low hanging balls slapped their

thighs. They pretended

not to care, but inside, they were dying of shame. If they

did this. If they

humiliated themselves in every fucking way, they could

shorten their prison

sentences. They had to be used by the senator and his

perverted guests in

unspeakable sexual ways. If they even complained, they

would be clapped into

the hole at the prison for months, perhaps years.

 

 

'Nigger, let me try one of those," the Senator barked to

a handsome black

buck with a tray of canapes. The naked negro walked over to

the Senator who

took a canape and popped it into his mouth and then reached

out and grabbed

the nigger by the balls.

 

 

"I like this one. I like the thick hanging foreskin on

his pizzle. And I

 

 

 

like his low hanging balls. He isn't worth shit sucking

dick yet though.

You would have thought he would have learned how to suck

dick being in

prison for over a year, but I guess he was a top there. Ha.

Imagine a nigger

being in control!" He looked up into the face of the

humiliated young buck.

"But you are learning how to suck dick with those big thick

nigger lips of

yours, aren't you?"

 

 

"Yes Sir." the nigger responded.

 

 

"I want you to suck dick like a professional at the

party here today. Do

not, I repeat, do not embarrass me in front of my friends.

No gagging or

spitting up. And you take it up the ass without a whimper,

you hear? He's

still pretty much a virgin back there. I fingered him

some."

 

 

 The older gentlemen seated next to the Senator leaned in.

"Let's see that Nigger ass!"

"You heard the man! Turn around boy and present your ass

 

 

to this

gentlemen."

The muscular nigger turned showing his fine naked bubble

but to them.

 

 

 "This nigger just got married before he was arrested.

Just started to fuck

that big hose of his into his negress bride. I bet the

bitch loved the feel

of that big black fuckmeat ripping into her twat. Though

she'd probably been

fucked by her daddy and her brothers from the time she was

eight or nine.

You know how those niggers are. And now, instead of fucking

his new bride,

he is getting fucked in his tight black asshole. Well, we

are going to

loosen that asshole up considerably. Aren't we, Nigger?"

 

 

 

 "Yes Sir!"

"What are we going to do, Nigger...say it!"

 

 

"You are going to loosen up this nigger's asshole!" The

muscular black bit

his lower lip. He was one step from insanity!

 

 

"Going to turn that Nigger asshole into a proper black

cunt!"

'Yes Sir, you going to give this worthless Nigger a

cunt!"

 

 

 The older gentlemen reached out and rubbed his hand on

the black ass

globes.

 

 

"So soft and smooth, and such strong muscles under the

skin. Put down that

tray and reach back and spread your ass cheeks Nigger and

let me see your

pussy."

 

 

Tears formed in the Nigger's eyes as he spread his ass

cheeks for the

white men. His tiny little ass pucker was revealed. He had

fucked others in

prison, but had never been fucked himself. They were too

scared of him. And

now here he was, totally degraded.

 

 

The older gentlemen picked up a swizzle stick and began

to poke into the

tight anal ring of the black servant.

 

 

"I hear they got a new nigger boy over at Lakeland

Academy. Teenager. He's

supposed to be hung like a fucking bull and really cute."

 

 

The Senator laughed. "Cute,if you go for monkeys. Still,

it might be worth

checking out. I would love to have a really young nigger

stud to work over.

You know...lots of unrelenting pain!" The swizzle stick was

now sticking out

of the black corrugated asshole. "By the end of tonight we

are going to get

a champagne bottle up this nigger hole, you can bet on

that. What's the

 

 

 

Nigger boy's name at Lakeland?"

 

 

The older man wrinkled his brow. He fucked the swizzle

stick in and out of

the black asshole. "Jamal...Jasper....Jazzbo....something

like that."

 

 

 Across the room, another naked nigger servant stopped in

his tracks,

holding a champagne bottle. His lower lip trembled. They

were talking about

his son, Jasper!