Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 06:04:15 -0800 (PST)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Sunset 19

Lukas Botha - Fresh White Meat

In this story we turn our attention away from Andy, and towards his
incoming younger whiteboy replacement, just flown in to the country. And we
will see, in a later episode, what happens when they are brought together!

 It was in Chapter 14 that we last saw what was happening to the hapless
Lukas Botha:

"So ended Lukas's entry to West Africa.  It was all, unknown to Lukas, a
put-up job. In fact Lukas, and the other boys, had already been fully
cleared for immigration in advance....  A machine readable micro chip
identifying them as African Resurgence property had been implanted in each
white cock, and a bar code on their white butts gave each a one week
renewable visa.  However, in the humid heat of West Africa, a small team of
immigration officers would need to examine all of Luke's credentials most
thoroughly each week.  Now, on his actual entry, his round lily- white butt
is briefly fondled by the sweaty hands of a horny young black immigration
officer. He stamps the boy's left buttock firmly with a second indelible
bar-code, recording the landing permit.

A little later, outside the terminal and in full public view, the four
leashed, now totally naked white boys embrace and say goodbye. Three of
them are going to the Central Stables, shackled together in a van
supervised by a muscular jet-black guard wielding a short whip.  Lukas
travels on the floor of Adedeji's chauffeur driven Mercedes, at the feet of
his master .  His master tells him they are going straight to the beach
house where he will be teamed up with Andy. Lukas had heard a lot of the
locally based PodWhite -- now was his chance to meet him!



At the very time that Lukas was being fucked by the Colonel and his young
Adjutant at the airport, Andy was being being prepared at the Beach Rest
House by his three young enthusiastic handlers for his evening appointment.
Whilst this hiring of his white ass was for his handlers' profit, it was
not out of line for Andy to be used by officialdom. Adedeji's local staff
had standing instructions to ensure Andy is always primed ready for senior
officials who call when their master is away.  A prime reason for having
such a prize whiteboy at the discrete house was to offer him as a facility
to key police military and political figures who needed to be kept "on
side" by Resurgence.  As Adedeji once put it, perhaps a little crudely
"That boy's delicious insatiable white ass opens up all the other whiteboy
ass for us in this market!"

The dinner party scheduled for the evening, however, had been postponed
when Adedeji arrived home -- partly because he had exhausted himself with
Lukas on the plane and at the airport, partly because two of his best
friends wanted the dinner and its entertainment on the weekend to give them
more time, and to allow them to bring a few buddies.  Adedeji decided to
hold the dinner party the next Saturday.  He liked the idea of more guests,
and thought he would also invite a few more friends at that time. After all
there were now two delightful white boys to use -- a dozen or so blacks
could have a lot of fun......

That night Lukas has a good night's sleep, bedded down naked on clean straw
in the stable quarters. He was awakened by noises in the courtyard and
looked out to see a naked white youth, who he thought must be Andy, being
hosed down by three laughing black boys dressed skimpily in shorts. They
took him, still dripping, into another stable and closed the door.......

The next day, very early, Lukas is taken by van marked "Prime Live-Stock",
to the Central Stables for servicing. He was dosed up with pills, by the
kitchen staff who gave him breakfast, and was transported by two muscular
young Africans, dressed in jeans, white t-shirts and leather jackets. They
introduced themselves as Rudy and Juno. They shook his hand warmly, looking
him up and down appreciatively.  Lukas was still naked apart from some
leather attachments put on by the three high-spirited handlers at the
Resthouse - a thick black leather collar and leash, and a studded cock ring
which pushed his hard cock and his balls into full view. Rudy felt the
naked boy's cock and balls, pulling back the white-boy's foreskin and
playfully frigging the cock as Juno pulled apart the lily-white ass cheeks.
He squirted a heavy dose of cool gel up the boy's hole.  Rudy pulled a
trolley out of the van which had, fixed to it, an upright chair. A large
black buttplug rose from the chair seat. With help from Juno the alarmed,
naked and well-lubed Lukas was impaled on it, and he was then strapped
tightly to the trolley. The trolley was slotted back in to rails on the van
floor, pushed inside, and Rudy and Juno, grinning broadly and joking with
the white-boy's handlers, hopped in to the front seats. The van with its
"live-stock" cargo drove off.

Lukas that day was in for a few surprises, for these Stables were not run
in the same way as those in Southern Africa.  Not at all, and he observed
many practices which were very different.

For a start, as he was wheeled into the ultra modern offices, still sitting
impaled on the large black rubber buttplug,he noticed that the black staff
were skimpily dressed -- most in Pod style white shorts, naked to the
waist, but with some of the heavier built males in leather shorts and brief
leather jackets.

"Oh my God" thought Lukas "these niggas are something else!"

The reason for the differences in uniform hinted at a more profound
difference in practice, emanating straight from the personal preferences of
Chief Adedeji. Simply put, he and a number of his close buddies liked young
black cock almost as much as white-boy's asses. Indeed in the privacy of
his own bed he sometimes fucked a white boy whilst being fucked himself by
a hung young black employee. Or he fucked the black who fucked the
whiteboy. Or he licked black balls as black youths were sucked off by the
white. The permutations were endless! So the Stables by chance hit on, and
then manifested in their operations, a bigger truth.  Once you opened up
whiteboys as sex objects for black males, then an attraction for gay sex in
general was not far behind! Often concealed and seldom talked about, it was
a growing phenomenon.  Indeed there was scarcely a black boy in the stables
that hadn't been the object of Adedeji's highly inventive attentions.  He
had seen them all riding the white stock and in so doing he had tasted the
cum of most of the black handlers. He had fuced, and been fucked by many of
them....

 In the event, that morning the sixty-strong staff of the Central Stables
all want to see the much anticipated Lukas, and he is kept on the "display
podium" in Reception for an hour. Most of the staff come down to view him;
many of them feel him up, to ribald comments from their buddies. Poor
Lukas, now forced to stand attached to a pole in the centre of the foyer,
his hands manacled behind his back, almost shoots unaided into the air as
he looks at the passing crowd - laughing, joking, physically aroused
blacks. Jet black or dark chocolate for the most part, even many of the
smaller stature blacks had impressive muscular development, with muscled
arms, firm protruding tits, and strong legs. Many had bulging thighs and
shorts which, as with the white PodBoys back home, showed the beginnings of
much of their ass. The small white shorts did nothing but emphasise round
muscled butts and the size of their dicks, even when in repose. Lukas
couldn't keep his eyes off their bulging shorts. In return, they rewarded
him by feeling and stroking obvious and undisguised erections as they
looked him up and down in obvious lust.  Many made eye contact with him,
and fucked him with their eyes until he almost swooned.

Some of the black cocks found room, somehow, to expand in the brief white
or leather shorts, but other huge black dicks popped into view down the
right or left leg, or over the waistband up to the navel. Many dripped with
pre cum as they gathered round him, but clearly they were under orders not
to jack off or cum.  Some called out to him

"Don't worry Boy, you gonna get dis nigga dick soon!!!"

"Hey Boy, ten inches of prime black meat here for you later!!"

"We gonna shoot down your pretty throat Whiteboy and fill you with black
cum!"



And then the second big surprise. Before what they told him would be his
"Initial Service" he is taken around the facilities by two of the few young
females on staff, attached by a double leash, one to his neck and the other
tight around his balls. The girls are in their late teens, with excellent
figures and wicked smiles. They are both dressed in black leather, a short
butt-hugging skirt and form-fitting top, opened down the middle to below
the navel. They have long black leather riding boots, short boyishly cut
hair. Each of them carries a short multi thonged whip.  Lukas can see that
they are very attractive, and they seem to find him so, for when they meet
him there in the main foyer, they say nothing to him but stroke his soft
blond hair, feel his tits and his erect cock and balls. Bending him over
they discuss his butt -- in a language he doesn't understand but which he
recognises as Yoruba.  He had become familiar with it when staying in
Adebayo's house. Their hands go everywhere, across his white butt cheeks,
down his crack to the balls. They stretch his ass to see his hole and
fingerfuck him right there in the reception hall. Passing young black male
staff joke with them, asking if they want to borrow a big black cock. The
black girls enjoy the banter, turning Lukas around so that the black boys
can see them fingering his hole, and chatting easily with them as they
fingerfuck him and pull his balls.

Without warning one of them flicks his ass with her whip

"Spread your legs, Boy, and stop moving about!"  It feels to Lukas that a
dildo is inserted into him and the girls begin to fuck him with it, bent
over right there in the reception hall. He blushes with shame.

Then, a second flick of the whip on his butt and he is told to stand to
attention. They laugh at his straining cock and squeeze it.

"You want us to milk you, Boy?"

"Oh yes please Miss!" groaned Lukas, noticing for the first time, a growing
group of black boys, who, despite their obvious embarrassment at seeing the
girls using the whiteboy with such assurance, are enjoying the show.

"No way whitey, and keep that cock down Boy!" One of the girls gives the
white tool a sharp stroke of the whip.  Lukas howls. The black boys giggle.

A little later the girls obviously enjoy showing him the cages where some
of the Stable's whiteboys are housed, and seem to delight in teasing the
"products" within the cages. They seem very familiar with the cages and
know all the occupants by name. Lukas can see the naked boys are nervous in
their presence. He looks for familiar faces but sees no-one he knows.
Perhaps, he thinks, these whites are sourced from Europe?  He sees sets of
manacles attached to the wall outside the cages.They single out one older
white, a boy of their own age called Chistophe, for correction -- and
having ordered a couple of male handlers to remove him from his cage they
fix him ass outwards to the wall, his feet off the ground. They set about
whipping him hard, each girl taking a turn.  The whipping can be seen by
all the caged whiteboys for the cells surround what is obviously the
punishment area. Lukas's cock stiffens as he watches, and pre cum drips
from the exposed purpling gland. He notices that all the watching whiteboys
have similar erections as they watch the whipping.  Fully at ease with
what's happening, three teenage blackboy handlers gently stroke their
bulging black leather shorts... and quietly joke together in the
corner. They make eye contact with Lukas as his white cock oozes pre-cum on
to the floor, and then they all watch as the whipped white boy creams as he
screams.

"Whipped Cream from Christophe yet again!" laughs one of the girls

Lukas is taken on to the Orientation Room in preparation for his "Initial
Service". News of his arrival led to many requests for the observer seats
from black staff. In the event only thirty were to be allowed in -- but
there seem to be a hundred blacks crowded all round the walls in tiers as
Lukas enters.

Many have been allowed, after a request from the Staff Association, to
bring male family members to join the audience. Two camera crews (all black
of course) film him as he enters dressed only in a bright pink cockpouch,
long white socks and a white t shirt just covering his nipples. There are
whoops of delight, and the audience breaks into applause. Lukas smells the
deep black male musk in the room.



Next episode follows shortly -- let me know if you are still interested?

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