Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 10:39:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: African Renaissance University Chapter 5

Africa Renaissance University

Chapter 5

Justin's 1st Term Begins


Justin settled in to a routine that first week. It began with what Taiwo
called his Black Cock Wake-up call each day. Justin made his way at 7.00am
sharp, walking totally naked, aside from his thick black leather collar,
from his bare room, along the balcony to Taiwo and Langa's room. His
tattooed, ivory white butt was ready oiled, and shone in the strong African
morning sun. Going first to Taiwo's bed he slipped under the bedcover and
sucked on the usually semi erect black cock. As instructed he then moved
over to Langa's sleeping form and took the second black cock into his
mouth....

He was, each morning, soundly fucked by the two black students. Once he had
sucked the two black cocks into erection, the two blacks tag fucked him
with energy and determination for an hour, until they had filled their
favorite whiteboy cunt with their thick black-boy jism....

Quite unknown to Justin, in those early days, Taiwo (with Langa
deputising), was his officially sanctioned "Hall Mentor" for priority
Racial Retraining. As such Taiwo had been placed in charge of drafting
Justin's timetable for the Racial Retraining Unit and for Justin's tutors'
approval. There was, Taiwo complained, so much to fit in.  Each week, and
each day was to be allocated to different activities - with some limited
time allowed for Justin to study or relax. The RRT eventually wanted an
appropriate mix of activity for him, centred on the training priorities
they had laid down. Ideally each PodWhite was to follow such a regime,
though it often took time to accomplish:

National Groups - whereby the whiteboy would be allocated for "stress
release", to National Student Groups (for example Nigerians, Rwandans,
Black Americans, Mahgreb, Jamaican, Congolese) on a rota circulated to the
Groups

Sport Support -ditto a rota was drawn up for the main university sports
clubs

Entertainment - where PodWhites were to be part of a general student union
entertainment programme

Work Days - described by the RRT as "Very Important" - 7 half days a week
should be devoted to a rota of retraining tasks, to cover general cleaning,
kitchen duties, waiting and table clearance, toilet and shower block
maintenance and cleaning; gardening tasks under supervision of professional
staff, rubbish collection and disposal. For these duties the PodWhite had
to wear only a bright pink t shirt (no underwear or shorts) with his name
printed on the front, and printed on the reverse: " Am I working well? Am I
helpful and polite? Report infractions to RRT Hotline".  The t shirt, until
he moved or bent over, just covered his butt and cock.

 Finally for this is a University, the PodWhite had to provide Academic
Support - which meant assisting in classes, and providing personal services
to lecturers

Integrated into his programme would be twice weekly visits to Racial
Retraining Unit (to include disciplinary sessions); a weekly session with
his Morals Tutor; his weekly Medical inspection; time with his Academic
Tutor

It was stated that "Between these Racial Retraining-led tasks each PodWhite
would have "free time" to undertake normal student activities".

"Gee!" said Langa, when he read through the instructions, "I dunno where
there is going to be time for that!"

 All such "free time" was to be agreed/allocated by agreement, in Justin's
case that meant by Taiwo and Langa, who also had "total discretion as to
the Podwhite's daily dress when not on RRT Work sessions, control of his
personal hygiene, his diet and meals, and permission for off-campus
leave". Weekly reports were to be submitted to the RRT Disciplinary
Section.

Taiwo had qualified during the last term with his Racial Retraining
Certificate (Level 2), after a successful and much praised mentoring of a
PodWhite called Andrew, a 32 year old mature white student. Taiwo had
received commendation for the high levels of submission and humiliation he
had achieved over Andrew. Andrew had never been Podded in school but had
been sent to ARU by the commercial firm "Black Futures", which had taken
over the firm where he was factory manager. The 25 year old MD had promptly
fired him. Andrew, who after interview had been offered a place at ARU, was
sold on by the RRT, after Taiwo's mentoring, to the local technical college
student union. There he proved very popular with the teenage blacks, many
of them Thug types, and an RRT DVD was now on public sale "Andrew
Retrained- no holes barred".

The RRT hoped for an equal success, with a higher reserve price (due to his
youth, looks and skills), with Justin.  They looked to Taiwo to fine tune
and hone Justin's "receiving skills", increase his exposure to humiliation,
and prepare him more fully for team use. Taiwo's task was to set up
situations where Justin would be serially used and where new humiliations
would be meted out to him. For these episodes Justin would be punished in
ways that further increased his subservience and humiliation, through the
intervention of his Morals Tutor and the RRT.

In sum, young Justin was on a conveyor-belt of life-long and relentless
service to black cock, and there was nothing he could do about it. He
didn't even know the extent to which his experiences were planned and
orchestrated. He trusted, even began to love Taiwo, and didn't begin to
guess the central role that Taiwo had in controlling him.

The system of the PodWhite being allocated to students or to differing
groups by such ad hoc methods was to break down in time. Indeed in most
cases it was already being replaced by black groups bidding for percentage
ownership of each incoming PodWhiteBoy. Well attended auctions were held at
the beginning of the academic year, where, in a self-conscious reliving of
black slave auctions of the past, the naked white student was exhibited,
fingered, prodded and poked by dozens of spirited young black students and
a fair number of the staff. Taiwo took Justin to several such auctions
where, naked and fingered by many in the audience, he watched with
fascination and horror. Prices varied greatly according to demand for each
PodWhite.

When Justin was in his second year he too was also "apportioned out" ie
sold.  He then became owned by the Uni Rugby Association (30%); Rwandan
Students Club (20%); Nigerian Student Assoc (20%) and 10% each by the
Cameroun Students Group, the University Hockey Team and the Jamaican
Karaoke Club.  These organisations then had a call on his time in accord
with their percentage ownership. Work Days, hostel duties, academic
support, and Tutor /RRT sessions continued normally.

When a white was initially "apportioned out" sales proceeds went to the
RRT.  Resales went to the funds of the selling student group.  All sales
were followed enthusiastically, with many students bringing their
girlfriends or family members to watch.  By Justin's third year he was
wholly owned by the West African Student Consortium, following a sale in
the University Central Auditorium where some 500 spectators watched,
cheered and jeered.

But all that is far in the future.  In the first weeks Justin did his best
to understand what his role was to be - it was all so new and complex.

One morning whilst Taiwo selected out his clothes for the day he told him
that he would start his duties as an assisting Resource under Professor
Mukdzi. He had to be there by 9.00am, straight after breakfast, and he
dressed quite formally in a clean white shirt, pressed khaki cargo shorts
and long white socks.

* * * * *

Mukudzi introduced him to his Remedial English group as the Resource
Facility.  The students are a group of nine Francophone students from
Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Mali, Chad, Djibouti - for all of them English was
difficult, but they seemed able to communicate what they wanted to
Justin. At the second session they were joined by two Portuguese speaking
Africans, one from Angola the other from Mozambique. The students clearly
liked their new tall, blonde, blue eyed Resource Facility and for the
second session, the next day, several had brought him little presents of
fruit and sweets. On the third day Justin noticed that the baggy jeans and
t shirts of the first sessions had disappeared. Some of them now wore
figure hugging jeans which stretched wonderfully over their butts, but most
wore the most incredible shorts.  They reminded Justin of the black gang
members of the film City of God.

 Being French educated they had always liked to wear their shorts tight and
short, but Justin was sure they now did so for these group meetings,
especially to tease him.  God! He simply couldn't take his eyes off them
and neither, it seemed, could Prof Mukudzi. The black youths would get up
in class in the middle of Justin or the professor speaking, with shorts at
the top of bare shining jet-black legs, barely containing an African cock
that had apparently been worked up to super-stiff.

The others, watching the effect on their new whiteboy resource, nudged each
other, giggling.

Despite the displays of strong black thighs and bulging shorts, the first
week's classes were fairly uneventful, and Justin felt he was getting to
know them, even if their dress was very distracting. And they seemed very
attentive and concerned to improve their levels of English.

Then they closed the trap.

The first movements were when Justin was trying to illustrate the
difference between slang and proper words in English.  Michel, a tall
handsome, young man from Congo got up

"I need, ow you say, to piss so sorry, to urinate! Ou est le wc? Cest tres
urgent for dis ting to urinate quickly m'sieur!"

He held his enormous bulge in his small washed out red shorts and squeezed
it. Justin looked at it and gulped.

"Justin, dear Boy, take Michel and show him where the toilets are please
before he bursts!"

Justin walked out following Michel's tight ass.

"You come in de front to show me!" Michel using his strong arms, pulled him
in front of him, and pushed him to walk forward.

"Tres bon, tres, tres bon!" said Michel, as he felt the back of Justin's
quite tight, knee-length cargo shorts.

"It's here, Michel."

 Justin held the door open for Michel to enter, whilst looking down at the
African's impossibly bulging shorts.  He wanted to watch this. He wasn't to
be disappointed.

"You 'elp me to get out de black cock, whiteboy? You suck it whiteboy after
it pisses, ok Boy? You get down Boy, to get out de black cock now."

Justin got on his knees in front of the black and undid the shorts from the
narrow waist. Michel pushed his hand in, and he grasped the strong black
tube that rested there, unencumbered by underwear, and placed Justin's hand
on it.  Justin pulled it out, kissing the bulging shiny black helmet. He
directed the long black cock to the urinal and a strong but short flow of
piss hit the urinal splashing back on to Justin's white shirt and khaki
shorts. As it began to cease its flow Michel swung it still spurting piss,
into Justin's face. His pissing dick whipped Justin in the face a few times
before the white boy gobbled the head down, sucking hard.

"Suce-moi!! Oui!!!! Suce-moi bien, you white, 'ow you say, cunt!"

Justin sucked hard until he was rewarded with spurt after spurt of thick
hot African cum down his throat......

They returned to class, Michel giving a thumbs up sign to the other
students as Prof Mukudzi droned on. Five minutes later Jean-Christophe from
Djibouti untangled his long black body from under the table, and stood up
with an equally impressive bulge.

 "J'ai besoin de faire pee-pee, M'sieur." He moved off, taking Justin by
the hand.....

"Moi aussi!" piped up Jean-Luc from Chad, leaping out after them.

As Justin, in the student toilets, struggled to satisfy both urgent massive
black cocks with his mouth, the two Africans began to remove his shirt and
shorts. They loved the tiny white satin Pod shorts underneath and left them
on as they fingered him and pushed his blonde head on to each cock in
turn. It was in the white satin shorts, and nothing more, that Justin, the
Group's Resource Facility, his face spattered and mouth and throat full of
three loads of thick African cum, re-entered his classroom.

Professor Mukudzi was quite overcome.

"Justin I don't think you should appear quite like that in front of these
dear innocent boys!"

Lascivious groans came from the dear innocent boys as they each stroked
what appeared to be quite convincing evidence that they were neither boys,
nor innocent. The shiny black heads of eleven large cocks made an
appearance over the top of the table, and appeared to need some attention,
chief among them the outsize black tool of Pierre Tlotsi who had fucked
Justin to great acclaim the previous Saturday.

Ignoring his Professor, Pierre ordered the "white bitchboy" over to suck
his nigger dick or "bite de negre" as he chose to put it. Justin was
quickly stripped naked, his white Podshorts passed to Prof Mukudzi, who as
usual sniffed and pocketed them, and for the next hour he was hauled from
sucking one black cock to the next.

"Oh my goodness!  Oh dear boys, stop! Really Justin this is too much!"

He went on twittering until Pierre went over to him and shoved his long
black cock in his mouth. Prof Mukudzi sucked it greedily.

By that time Michel, much restored, was fucking Justin over the large
central table surrounded by the Remedial black cocks......

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So sorry for the long delay - let me know if you are still interested in
ARU, and I will continue during the next weeks.

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