Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2010 12:36:09 -0800 (PST)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ebony High 13

The FAG (RIPOFF) Programme


As part of its re-education programme, run by Ebony High for its white
schoolboys to integrate them better into black majority rule, the school
signed up to the Formerly Advantaged Groups Racial Integration Programme
(Offcampus) or FAG RIPOFF. The scheme was run by the local Ethnos College
and was very popular with the black students, as it brought substantial
financial and personal benefits. Ethnos College, a private tertiary level
institution nearby, which took students from the age of 18, shared much of
the philisophy of Ebony High. Indeed the cooperation concerning admission
of white students was close, and there were strong financial links. The
college ran the FAG programme primarily for its own white students, but was
happy to help the younger white schoolboys of Ebony High. Hence all Ebony
High white boys of sixteen and over were required to spend at least 4 weeks
of the summer vacation on attachment to the college's programme, working in
a low income low status jobs. Other weekend attachments could be arranged.

Musonda had arranged for a small liaison office of the programme to be
opened in Ebony High to help the boys secure interviews and placements.  He
had asked David Mtalo, the 19 year old student teacher, to handle this, as
part of his duties at the school

Ebony House preferred their white boys to have front-of-house jobs where
they would be in close and personal with the public -a waiter rather than a
cook for example, an office boy with wide-ranging duties rather than a
clerk in a booth. The school wanted to get its name on the street -- and
where better than over the cute ass of a white teenager. But the boy must,
Musonda insisted, never be in a position of authority over a black, (which
would undermine the very purpose of the attachments) and must avoid
personal contact with any females to avoid any chance of inconvenient
pregnancies. Almost always the school insisted on school or Pod uniforms
being worn on attachments, "for the boy's own protection".  "We are in loco
parentis for these boys.", emphasised Musonda to David Mtalo.



David's dick always rose in his tight jeans when he saw a Pod white at his
door. He always greeted the boy warmly in anticipation of the pleasures to
come. He tweaked a nipple here, patted a butt there, whenever one came
through into his small office. If it was one of the prettiest whites he
would slide his hand into the shorts straight to its cock. The secret with
these white boys, he told his buddies at the university, was to keep them
horny. He often had 2 or 3 Pod whites lined up outside his office waiting
for his attention. He organised it that way because he knew that
anticipation of a fucking, or even a whipping by a black buck, was a huge
turn on to these boys. He wore tight blue jeans so the white bitches could
see the bulge of his black dick, and he showed off the bulge to them as
they waited. That way they were hard and horny before they got into the
room, desperate to suck him, or be fucked.



David's boyish good looks belied the power of his sex drive and the size of
his black tool. This job gave him access to exactly the sort of boys he
lusted after, and a huge degree of control over them. David's sessions with
the Pod whites in his office, before and after interviews, were a real
delight to him. The white boys were so eager to please, so concerned to get
a half decent placement they would do anything! It was like taking candy
from a kid.







To save time in the office, David got them to tape reports of their
interview experiences on to a dictaphone. They recorded a full detailed
report which he often played back to them for "clarification". Their
humiliation was sweet, and he of course debriefed them well! More than that
he played the reports back to his buddies in university.  What a laugh they
all had.



And then there was the the money side. Bosses paid him well for interviews,
and often wanted to try others from the Ebony High stable. He trebled his
salary on what he could make from the boys. It was a case of everybody
benefitting....



Mostly the job was just hot horny sex. He attended, for example, the
university based interview of Eugene, set up with two buddies from the
Basketball Team, and turned it into a two hour gang bang of the white boy
by the two muscular blacks and him.

The second interview, with another few guys, was scheduled for the next
Saturday afternoon and Eugene would be ganged by five niggas. He found it
immensely amusing that Eugene was so desperate for the Asst Coach job, and
yet there was no earthly possiblity of the job being there. He wasn't going
to find a job for Eugene at the Uni -- but it was such a hoot seeing the
white schoolboy used by horny nigga students every weekend at his
"interviews".  David had already booked Eugene to be toilet cleaner at
Ethnos College for the period -- a time when the college took in short term
students who were doing work placements. Eugene would have a little room
between two long rows of urinals so he could see and be seen by all the
young blacks with their cocks out pissing. That will be fun, with all those
trainee plumbers! He was having nitices printed to be placed every urinal
saying that the attendant was available if there was any problem with the
functioning of the urinal, or any related need.



Musonda had given David the responsibility of discipline within the
programme and he took that seriously. While other whites waited outside he
would cane boys just a year younger than him with relish. He adored
striping a white butt. When he let the boy out he could see the boys
waiting would all have hard dicks -- some of them because of their
inadequate shorts, on quite open display. Being late for interviews,
showing insufficient respect to prospective employers, poor reports,
anything would do to get their white butts naked and the cane out of his
cupboard. As he now had buddy relationships with many of the black
employers the reports were often an almost complete fiction. Often there
never had been a prospect of a job, and, ever hopeful, the boys were sent
out only to provide a good fuck for the interviewers.



He'd had many punishment sessions with two of the whites together, where
they had committed the same offence. It was a wonderful feeling of power
for him, at only 19 himself, to have two white boys bent over butt naked on
his desk. There were two he loved to cane more than any. Two pretty sandy
haired 18 yr old English boys, Robin and Christopher. They were so used to
it now they would bend over together on his desk before he told them to. As
he yanked down their shorts they would hold hands for mutual
support. Sweet. He always put his hand under them both and stroked their
erect cocks and balls. To increase their humiliation he would spread their
ass cheeks and finger the outside of their holes. He generally went round
the desk and got his dick out where they could see, before he caned them.
They always opened their mouths and licked their lips. He let them lick his
cock as he manouvred the cane. They looked into his face and saw his
sadistic smile, and that made them just lick his nigga dick harder. Jesus
what masochists these white English boys are! The very best!  He caned them
very often, so never did it as hard as he could. He always left his mark,
but he had a feeling they looked forward to their next caning.. Between
strokes he would stroke their butts and cocks, and one of them might then
quickly shoot his load, the cum splashing on the tiled floor.  He got
skilled at caning and exciting them, and now could get both of them to cum
more or less simultaneously on the floor by prolonging the caning and
stroking, and then rapidly jacking the dick. He would sit and watch as they
licked their cum off the floor. He would then have them both kneel between
his legs and jointly suck his huge nigga dick off.

Then one day he sat on Christopher's face, his naked black bubblebutt
positioned so that the boy could lick his hole, as Robin sucked on his
black dick. Next time he alternated them and had Robin suck his hole.

Caning Robin and Christopher became one of his favorite parts of the week,
and he learned the benefits of light caning to increase the thrill and
humiliation. He learned how to play the white boys' asses like instruments
-- knowing when to hurt and when to pleasure them, so that they saw
themselves as his slaves, and slaves to his huge nigga tool. Face sitting
them became a necessary part of the meetings.



What he learned on them he applied to others.

He brought in a black friend from the university to share the caning of
another duo, Andrew and Colin, the two blacks whipping each white boy's
butt alternately and quite lightly before fucking them as the white boys
begged for their nigger dicks. It was a whole new world, with white boys on
call to tease and beat, to shame and fuck, and there wasn't one of the
twenty Pod whites in the school who now didn't have dreams or nightmares
about his 12 inch nigga dick. He also surprised himself with his own
versatility; as time went on he sucked off several white boys swallowing
their thick sweet cum before beating them. He found he liked it, and he
liked their tongues in his hole. Indeed as time went by Christopher and
Robin had asked him if they could bend him over his own desk, after they
had been caned, where they jacked off the huge black dick under him as they
spread his tight black bubblebutt and probed with their tongues into his
black hole....

Those English boys were sweet, talented cock hungry and bold, he gave them
that.







Pod white students over the years, under the FAG (RIPOFF) programme had
many interesting posts as summer jobs. These gave them many opportunities
to bond closely, intimately, with lower income blacks. They had summer jobs
as gardeners, domestic workers, cleaners at the university, gas station
attendants, waiters,(at for example Ahmed and Omars Diner, and Juice Spot )
shelf stackers at local shops( Obongo Superettes),street cleaners, public
toilet attendants, refuse collectors, hotel bellboys (Independence Heritage
Suites), cleaners,office boys and receptionists.  Most of these placements
were arranged by Ethnos College for its own white students, but many black
employers were more than happy to take on a fresh younger white lad. Indeed
the lower income staff welcomed it greatly. There was a growing demand for
the programme from businesses, partly because the boys were cheap labour,
but also because they proved so accommodating to the black management and
staff. Ebony House benefitted financially from the programme, as there were
exceedingly generous corporate grants for the programme, and the white
boys' wage income, quite small but useful, was shared 50:50 by the boy's
Pod and school sports clubs. Corporate sponsors of the programme took a
close personal interest and often visited the Pod whites on their
attachments.







The Police College took eight whites from the FAG (RIPOFF) programme
regularly every year, and the arrangement proved very popular with the
young black cadets.  Four Ebony High Pod whites had participated so far and
had been real favorites with the cadets.  The college paid the programme
very well and as it was a regular attachment had designed their own
uniforms for the boys who were known officially as Cadet Juniors, though
most of them, as college students were considerabbly older than the African
police cadets.  Abbreviated shorts in navy blue, had a prominent zip
running as a conventional fly down the front, and continuing under the
crotch and up the centre of the buttocks to the rear waist. A wide police
belt was strapped tightly around the waist, which rode higher than the
elasticated shorts, and attached to the belt a pouch which could contain
the boy's personal effects. On the other side hung a short effective night
stick with a smooth rounded end, and a short horsewhip. This meant that, in
accordance with real police procedure, the boy was ready for any
eventuality at all times. The boys were provided with short white socks,
and heavy army style boots. Ebony High, and the Pod leaders were keen to
secure more of these positions, though the Pod whites theselves were less
keen -- the duties were 24/7 and demanding, with 80 black cadets between
the ages of 16-18.

There was an arrangement with Nigeria for 12 of their most successful
trainees to receive further training at the college each year. It was
believed one of the reasons that so many young Nigerian cadets wanted to
come to the college was that they would be serviced by a Police Cadet Pod
White and liked the idea of having such a white boy available to them all
hours. When they discovered there was one to share between twelve they were
shocked and demanded more of his time than was reasonable. Most of the
16/17 yr old black Nigerian cadets thought that the white boy should be
able to serve them all once a day. It was reasoned that 1. the boy is gay 2
gays are promiscuous 3 it takes a Nigerian cadet only 10 minutes .



There was a near permanent line outside the "Massage Room" in the Nigerian
dormitory where Stephen a 20 yr old economics student from the college, was
being serially fucked by four 17yr old Nigerian cadets. They left the door
open so that the other guys could watch. Stephen was having difficulty
coping with the four fat long black dicks which had been pounding him in
every position they could think of for the past hour. They were very into
verbal abuse, calling him a white gay cunt and a lot of other nasty
stuff.They had smacked his ass mercilessly as his hands were handcuffed and
attachments to his ankles meant that he was shackled there too, with a
chain between meaning they could still push his legs wide open to reach
their target.

When they had all shot their load in him or on him he was dragged through
the dorm, where a dozen Nigerian cadets in full uniform beat him, to the
ablutions where the cadets pissed over him.



Several other African countries, often too small to have their own training
facilities sent trainees, - so at the college there were cadets from
Gambia, Burundi, Djibouti, Swaziland, Togo, Cameroun, Congo and Gabon. All
cadets wore the same uniform of tight, navyblue butt hugging shorts to just
above the knee, long white socks and black shoes and crisp white ironed
short sleeved shirts, as worn by airline pilots, with a special police
badge on the left pocket.  The cadets were housed in five long dormitories,
with one (nicknamed by all as "The jungle)" purpose built for the Nigerian
cadets and their own Nigerian Instructor.  The white boys were housed one
or two to a dormitory, and it was possible for all the cadets to get to
them. The dormitories all worked out their own arrangements for access to
what most cadets called their "white gay boy". Some wouldn't touch him
except perhaps to piss over him, a favorite weekend sport when they had
been out having a few beers.  But most wanted at least to try. 20 cadets
was a heavy load, given the levels of testoterone of the young
blacks. These black boys also were very keen to assert their newly won
authority.





We'll close this look at the FAG (RIPOFF) programme with a verbatim report
by our hero Thierry Lafont dictated after one of his own visits:



Private Report for Mr David Mtala on Visit to West Side Engineering, by
Thierry Lafont, 16, (Podwhite, Black Leopards, Ebony High.)



Like you know Sir,, this was one the "first" interviews, a one to one with
the boss. The boss had a dossier on me, from you I think Sir? Thick, with
pictures.  I didn't see what the pictures were like, I hope I looked ok?



As you told me to I dressed in full school uniform; its strange to wear it
'cos I've not done so since the first day of term. But itwas good.  I felt
like a normal schoolboy in it.  But I knew I had to take along Pod clothes
and change when I got there.

I was shown into the lift at downstairs reception and whizzed up real fast
to the penthouse floor. There was a white lift boy, who was very
friendly. He was dressed a bit like a Pod boy, but in black.  Black vest
and shorts.

Then I met a few secretaries and stuff.  All black and hunky.  I didn't see
any women.

When I got in to his office the boss just said you must be Thierry Lafont?
I've heard a lot about you! And he told me just to call him Mr Bakare. Then
he hung up my blazer, gave me a good look up and down and I know I blushed
as I noticed him staring at my legs and the khaki shorts. He said I was
"even more beautiful in real life than in the pictures!" Thats true Sir.

He was a good looking tall black man of about 40 I guess.  Not fat at all
like I expected. Said he has a son of my age.He had great skin -- dark and
sort of glossy.



Anyway he gave me an orange juice and told me to take a seat.  There was a
bar stool in front of his desk so I sat on that, and he sat behind his
desk. He asked me lots of questions about my family and schoolmates, school
sports and all that. He was looking straight at my legs and my shorts and
he seemed to be sweating a bit. So then he says its a bit hot in here and
says to me why don't I change into my Pod gear for him to see me in that.



So I said ok no problem Sir.  I hopped off and got my school back-pack and
pulled the Pod stuff out.  I asked him where I should change and he said
right there, in the middle of this big office in front of his desk.  Then
he started to tell me what to do.

"Take your tie off boy"

"Now your shirt boy, " he looked a lot at me, and thats when I first
noticed him fiddling under his desk. Then he told me to turn my back to him
and bend over. Of course, I thought he wanted to beat me and got
worried. But he just wanted to look.

Then he told me to face him again and take off my shorts and I did of
course. Then he gasped something, I didn't make it out, and I noticed my
cock was sticking out in my briefs.  So I said Sorry Sir He said its ok and
normal in a boy, even a white one he guessed. His son was always getting
boners. And he asked me to turn round and bend over again.



Then just before I think he was going to ask me something, there was a
knock on the door. He asked who it was and then told the person to come
in. I was bent over facing the door in my briefs and long school socks so I
felt a bit odd. I saw this very black young guy walk in. He smiled at me
but didn't seem surprised. Then Mr Bakare asked me politely to stand up
straight, and introduced him to me as Byron, his PA. Byron shook my hand
smiling and looked down at my briefs. Then he just squeezed the bulge of my
cock gently, pulled the waist of my briefs out and took a look inside.

I remember Mr Bakare asked him what he thought of me

"Very nice Sir. Pretty and well put together." He stretched the elastic out
further to get a better look. "Nicely shaved all over, including the balls.
Better than the last boy." He pushed his hand down further and held my
balls tight in his hand. Then he remembered something. "That reminds me
sir, your golf match this afternoon" he fiddled with my balls "the Minister
can't make it and wants to re-arrange" he pulled on my balls and snapped
the elastic of my briefs under them, so everything was showing. Then he
gave Mr Bakare the post, and said that there were a few people to see him.

"Let them wait!" said Mr Bakara and Byron was told to stay.

"No problem in them waiting for the boss., I promised this young man I
would see him.  Stay with us, Byron." Byron seemed very pleased about that
and grinned at me.



Then he told Byron to pull my briefs off. He peeled them off my feet and
gave them to Mr Bakare. He sniffed them deeply which surprised me a bit and
said it was a wonderful smell! He put them in his drawer. I know he went on
feeling his cock -- I think it must have been out, but he didn't get up.

Byron started frigging my cock and kept hold of the balls again. He pulled
back my foreskin and asked me when I had been totally shaved down there. I
told him before I was inducted to the Pod

Then he looked at my butt and said to Mr Bakare that there were whipmarks
there. He turned me round so my butt faced the desk, and they both had a
good look. I had to bend over again and spread my legs this time.

Oh My!!!! Mr Bakare said. I could see between my legs that he had lifted
himself up to see better and was stroking his black cock hard.

Byron was hard in his Chinos I could see. He put his hand under me and
stroked my cock and felt my balls again. Then he felt my butt and pulled
the cheeks apart so they could see everything.

I heard Mr Bakare splutter but he shouldn't have been drinking coffee ifhe
was getting excited.



He recovered still staring at my ass and asked me who had whipped me and
why?

I told them it was my Pod tradition that a new Pod white is whipped in
front of all the members. He asked me how many black and white boys were
there. So I said about thirty, all black boys.

Unfortunately Mr Bakare was taking another sip of coffee and he started to
splutter again, but worse than before. Byron had to leave my butt and bang
him on the back, quite hard.



After that they got me to dress in my Pod togs and they liked them very
much. They got me sitting on the bar stool and they told me to open my legs
a little then wider and they were looking at me and getting very hot under
the collar. They put my Pod collar and leash on me. They were going to town
on me man.  I'm glad Mr Bakare got up cos he's got a very nice black cock
and he unzipped Byron and his is bigger.Thats when I knelt down in front of
Byron and sucked him. But just then thats when Wellington the office boy
came in. I couldn't see much of him as my mouth was full of Byron, and he
had me pressed on it up to his balls. Mr Bakare bawled the black boy out
for not knocking but Wellington said he did and we didn't hear him. Mr
Bakare told him to go and lock the fucking door. So he did. They pulled me
up and introduced us. He's a good looking boy, Zimbabwean, taller than me
and very slim and real black.  They said I might be coming to work with him
and he grinned and looked me up and down and then at his boss's big black
cock sticking right out, and Byron's. They handed him the end of my leash
and he yanked on it and flicked the end of it on my butt, laughing. He was
wearing big baggy jeans, low hangers and you could see a lot of his boxers
at the waist. I couldn't see what his cock was doing but he just said Cool!
I'll like that! Mr Bakare and Byron were both very hot by then, and and
bent me over the desk. With my butt one side and my face the other. Byron
started to try to fuck me but had difficulty getting it in. He and
Wellington took turns in spitting on my hole anf finger fucking me. I was
hurting and groaned, I didn't yell because I was in the boss's office. Then
Wellington asked something to Mr Bakare which I didn't get cos it wasn't
English. Then he pulled his big black cock out and said he'd open me up for
Byron. He said he'd had white boys in Zim. And he did. The boy was an
expert. He was slow and careful and in no time was pumping me good, He
handed over to Byron who wanged it in fast, and Wellington came round the
desk for me to clean his black cock. I looked up into his lovelyeyes and at
his black face and he started to jack off his tool. He jerked off in my
face and filled my mouth up with lots of thick nigga cum just as Byron with
a bit of a yell shot off up my ass. Mr Bakare came all over my butt. I
think some of it went on Byron, cos he was wiping off something over my
back.



They told Wellington to take me to the CEOs shower room and he pulled me
there on the leash. We all showered together, their black cocks were still
semi hard and glistening in the water. Byron covered my cock with gel and
jerked me off as I was holding two cocks. I remember one was Wellington's I
think the other was Mr Bakare's. Anyway, Wellington kept murmering "Poor
lil white boy!" at me again and again and I came very quickly, Byron
pointed my cock so it went straight down the drain. They left me to towel
down and when I went out Wellington was already dressed.I saw Mr Bakare
give him money.  Wellington said he didn't mind the money but wanted the
white boy to come to work in the post room with him. I put on my full
school uniform, but couldn't find my briefs.  Mr Bakare told me he would be
in touch with Ebony High. They gave me some money for new briefs and the
bus.



Sorry Sir. I think I used the word nigga in the report like nigga cock and
stuff.  I should have said black.





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