Date: Wed, 01 Nov 2000 07:26:10 -0500
From: Jonn <wm2whup@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Boy Disciplined

Growing up I remember that my folks had taught me to look down on people
of color, racial epithets were commonly heard in the house and I carried
those prejudices with me until a particular incident made a turning
point in those views.  It was in high school and in gym class we were
having wrestling sessions.  I had the misfortune of being assigned to
wrestle a black guy who resembled a human Mack truck, big all over, and
strong as a forklift.  I don't remember his name, but I do remember how
powerful he was, and how he allowed me to expend all of my strength
before he started to seriously grapple with me.  My exhausted body
seemed helpless as he twisted me this way and that, and he seemed to
delight in humiliating me in front of the class.  After being thoroughly
beaten a few times, I felt a stirring in my crotch from being dominated
by this hard black guy, but I tried not to let on, cursing him out
afterwards.
    A few weeks after this experience the guy happened to be in my
neighborhood mowing a lawn.  I couldn't help but admire his musculature
during his work, and the large bulge in his crotch.  When he was done, I
came up to him with an arrogant swagger.  I remember him calling me
"boy", to which I answered that I was nobody's boy and that it was a
fluke that he had won in the wrestling match.  He told me that even
though he just finished the lawn he still had enough in him to pin my
ass again if I wanted to challenge him, and we were on.  We took off our
shirts and locked up.  His strength was overwhelming and I soon found
myself being twisted like a pretzel.  With no one around he was much
rougher than he was in gym class and roughly manhandled me, putting me
into excruciating positions.  Again he pinned me, this time purposely
putting his full crotch into my face.  I was getting really turned on by
the action and asked for a second match, winner by submission.  This
time, my stamina had been exhausted and he proceeded to yank my legs
apart exposing my embarrassing hard-on.  After enduring several painful
minutes of this humiliation, I gave in.  "Are you my white boy?"  he
asked.  "Yes."  "For beating your ass again after all the bullshit
coming out of your mouth I'm gonna show my white boy who's boss,
understand?"  I just nodded, wondering what would follow.  He grabbed me
by the hair and pulled me to the back of the house and pulling my shorts
down to my knees proceeded to thoroughly spank my ass.  I apologized to
him and after calling him Sir several times he stopped my punishment and
allowed me to leave.
   Since that time, I have come to indulge what I really want, which is
to have a dominant black man to have his way with me and make me his
white pussy boy.  I recently got handcuffed and dog-collared during a
hot fuck session with my black master Derrick, who stretched my ass til
I whimpered in agony.  I have come to grips with my destiny.