Date: Wed, 5 May 2010 05:22:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ebony High  19: The Emir's Ranch (Part 1)

To Recap briefly:

The recuitment of Pod whites had to increase greatly to cope with the
Emir's ambitions and soon there were fifty not twenty Podded whites at
Ebony High. Other schools were getting equal numbers. Each Ebony High white
boy now had the crossed scimitars of his kingdom tatooed on his stomach
– always visible above the abbreviated Pod shorts, as well as the
school's name and black power logo on his butt cheeks.

There were plans to open a branch of the school in the United Arab Emirates
and trained Southern African white boys would be exported there. There were
longer term plans to open in Brazil and Thailand, for the Latin American
and Asian commercial markets; these would be up-market launches, targetting
company CEOs and rich landowners who would be keen to get a PodWhite of
their own, the latest craze and a must-have executive toy.

With the need to expand numbers of PodWhites some boys were inevitably
recruited who resented, or couldn't adjust to, their outrageously
subordinate role, the boys harking back to attitudes from the past. Some
fought hard to resist - giving even greater pleasure to the black students
placed in charge of correction!

Before they would have been thrown out.  Now the demand for young white boy
meat was high and retraining in a progessively harder way was
introduced. Recalcitrant white boys were often sent to a local college for
assessment and, if judged suffficient, a short sharp shock in re-education.
This usually involved team beatings and more by black college students.

Where such methods were insufficient white boys were sent for six months or
a year, or even indefinitely, to distant farms where they were used for
manual labour or anything else that could be dreamed up – including hard
team fucking by black farm labourers.

And now to continue:

One such location for intensive retraining of white boys, and an obvious
Ebony High management option, even if distant in location – was the Stud
and Cattle Ranch owned by Emir Amani, in a semi tropical zone, some 900
kilometres from the school,

Principal Musonda was taken by surprise, on an official visit to the Ranch,
along with the 19 year old David Mtalo (the trainee-teacher who was in
charge of the FAG-RIPOFF Programme), to be met at the Ranch gates by two
small traps of the type that would normally be pulled by a pony. Each had a
driver and one of the Emir's sons on board. The weather was swelteringly
hot here – far hotter and more humid than the relatively mild climate
enjoyed by Ebony High. In harness in each trap was not a pony, but a
sweating, totally shaved and naked white boy – Santiago, an Argentinian
crop-haired dark blonde with pronounced racist attitudes - and Brady, an
archetypical Australian blonde surfer, the ultimate beach-boy, with
white-blonde hair and a fine body, now totally exposed.  Both previously
International School transfers, they had been expelled from Ebony House to
the ranch three months before. Both boys, despite hard school discipline,
had not adjusted to life in Ebony High, and were in their different ways
highly arrogant young whites– not accepting their Pod-roles, and needing
a sound whipping, each and every time, before their black Pod members could
achieve their goal of fucking them.

Now, the two humiliated"pony-boys" greeted the Principal and David
deferentially. Both naked white boys, despite their very different national
backgrounds, were well- muscled blond 18 yr olds, bronzed, sweating and
glistening under the sweltering African sky. Both now sported white plumes
attached to their blonde heads by a black headband, and a bell attached to
their half-erect shaved white cocks, through Prince Albert piercings. They
wore thick black leather cockrings which pushed their cocks up and
out. Their nipples had been ringed, and from each hung a silk tassle of
gold red and green.  They had thick black boots and white knee length
socks, but other than that their bodies were on full public view. Their
strong white bronzed thighs were topped by somewhat whiter butts and their
swinging, jingling white cocks. Their cockrings, and therefore their balls,
were attached to a strong leather thong leading back to their young black
driver.

Harnessed firmly to the traps by a leather body harness and cock harness,
they stood naked, clothed only with shame, while the two well-dressed black
visitors clambered aboard, each accompanied by one of the Emir's sons, each
of the latter in sparkling white arab dress.  The passengers settled
themselves aboard in the comfortable cushioned seats, under the canvas
canopies, looking straight at one of the whiteboys' red striped white
butts, shining with sweat in the strong African sun. They each enjoyed an
ice-cold beer, served by the pony-boys' young drivers, as the luggage was
stowed behind them.

A bucket of water was thrown over each of the white boys to cool them down.

As the water dripped off their butts, the travellers noticed that each
naked white boy butt was newly emblazoned with the Emir's crossed-swords
coat of arms, tattooed in full colour across the two cheeks. The crossed
swords in fact crossed at the boys' buttholes – drawing their eyes to
that central point.



Then, without further ado, the white boys were whipped smartly into a trot
by their drivers, the party setting out in fine style on the 2 kilometre
drive to the ranch house. The sight of the white butts being occasionally
whipped by the two young Zimbabwean drivers was most alluring, thought
Musonda.  David, in his trap, found the sight of the blonde Santiago,
sweating and heaving, immensely stimulating, and was soon stroking his huge
black dick trapped inside his tight blue jeans. Each of the young, very
black, young drivers seemed no more than 16. They were in tight, knee
length, white shorts and white t shirts, which clearly showed the shape and
size of their cocks and the roundness of their young butts.  Being
physically slight and small, they each looked even younger than their
age. They had been chosen, explained the Emir later, to limit the load the
whiteboys had to pull – but an added factor was certainly to increase
the whites' humiliation at being controlled and driven in public by such
young black boys. The Emir also, they knew, had a particular liking for
small black boys with large cocks!

The way back to the ranch house passed the farm school and a dozen young
black boys came out to cheer them on. The traps, each carrying three blacks
and luggage, were by this time getting heavier due to the incline. The
black boys' whips were applied expertly and with precision to the white
asses to encourage them up the final rise, as young black boys ran
alongside. At the house the white pony-boys were brought to a quick stop by
their "ball brakes", the straps attached to their cocks and balls, which
were pulled back by their young drivers when they wanted an immediate halt.

David insisted on having his photo taken immediately, in front of each of
the sweating panting white boys, when he dismounted – his tight blue
jeans straining against his now fully erect black dick.  Both pony boys
were being hassled by the cheerful group of young black boys who had run up
alongside them from the school, some of whom were pulling on their reins,
others on their ball brakes. David took a close up of the youngsters in
their school uniforms of blue shirts and short khaki shorts, smiling around
the naked white pony-boys. Then he took close-ups of the white boys'
trapped white cocks and red distended balls, just before another refreshing
bucket of water was thrown over them. He sent the pics back immediately to
Ebony High and to the university.

The Emir himself greeted them on the steps of the house and asked the young
drivers whether the pony boys had behaved themselves.

"Black's Delight was no problem at all, said one of the young drivers as he
handed the pony-boy over to an equally charming young black groom, but
Black's Pleasure over there was still very moody on the way to the gate.

Musonda laughed as he realised the two PodWhite boys had new names.

"We'll go and visit them in the stables after dinner, and we will sort him
out then," said the Emir. "He needs a good thrashing, He might be
Argentinian but he's like English boy in that way, he needs regular
whipping to get the best out of him, so get the restraints ready. We might
as well do both of them while we are at it."

 David looked at the boy now called Black's Pleasure and saw him tremble
with fear. "Super!" he thought "I have to see that!"

"I've asked Bruno, with the stable boys and grooms, to put on a little show
for us", he explained to Musonda. "Nothing too elaborate, just a little
diversion after dinner."



Two long haired slim white boys, dressed only in tiny gold loincloths,
appeared who Mr Musonda recognised immediately as two of Ebony High's first
Pod whites, Colin and Jamey. They greeted him warmly kneeling in front of
him,and Masonda introduced them to David. They both remembered David,
having been fucked and whipped by him often, and they knelt in front of the
handsome young black, and licked his shoes. Telling them to stand up
straight, Musonda complimented them on achieving such suitable positions in
the Emir's household.  They both blushed charmingly and he noticed their
loin cloths immediately slid aside to reveal hard white totally shaved
cocks.  David lifted each loincloth to examine the boys' cocks and balls
more closely, weighing the cocks in his hand, and giving them a quick
frigging. As they turned with the bags he felt their white butts, which had
also now been tattooed most tastefully with the Emir's crossed swords coat
of arms. They followed the white boys into the house, their white butts
shining and obviously recently oiled....

David immediately took Jamey by his cock into his room........

At dinner three other young blonde boys in gold loincloths appeared and the
guests, the Emir and the princes were served by all five of them.  Musonda
had never seen these white boys before, and was told they were bought from
Nubian High just two weeks ago. In exchange for the three blond boys the
Emir had provided three annual scholarships to local universities for the
most promising black students.

Whilst they ate their roast pheasant and estate grown vegetables,
accompanied by one of the finest South African Cabernet Sauvignons, the
white boys stood at the side of each guest, their white cocks hopelessly
erect as the black and arab diners fondled their butts. The elder prince
told Vusi, the tall young Zulu wine waiter crisply dressed in tight black
trousers, white shirt and black bow-tie, to remove their loincloths. He did
so smiling, leaving them standing now stark naked. After they served the
desert course the white boys discretely got under the massive oak table and
each sucked a black or arab cock, changing over from time to time as the
Emir clapped his hands.

As their cocks were being sucked the Emir expanded to his guests on his
plans for the ranch. It would all be great fun, and also socially
useful. An old slave quarters was being rehabilitated to house PodWhites
who were no longer required by their schools or those who refused to adapt
to the new order. Here they could be recycled into useful agricultural and
domestic workers.  A high degree of discipline would ensure compliance of
even the most difficult cases.

"Tonight", he said, "you will meet Bruno and his team – its mainly they
who have trained our pony-boys, and in just a few weeks at that."

The Emir sat back in his chair to view the bobbing young blonde head
sucking on his long, hard, curved cock. "It's Jason isn't it?" The blonde
head nodded and then said "Yes, Master!" in a timid voice.

"Well get up Jason, and help Vusi serve the cognac to my guests!"

The naked blonde boy gently removed his mouth from the turgid Arab member
and carefully drew the Emir's gown back over it.  He scrambled from under
the table and, his surprisingly large white cock bobbing and jutting out
from his slim bronzed body, he ran to help serve the cognac and
chocolates. Vusi smiled at him, and patted him on his naked rump. He
tweaked the boy's nipples as he gave him the tray of brandy glasses to take
around.

"We will see the quarters tomorrow and take a ride around all the ranch
buidings and down to the river. " said the Emir, watching the bollock-naked
blonde boy helping the tall handsome Zulu. "That's a popular place for the
locals to go for picnics, and bathing on Sundays, and they are always
pleased to see us bringing visitors. This is a conservative society so
women and girls are not allowed there. African males like to river-bathe
naked and that's the way they do it there.  The white pony-boys really love
to go, because there they are surrounded by naked blacks. We allow them to
get out of harness and bathe there too! We've had an open air pavilion
built where the locals of all ages can enjoy the whiteboys in some comfort,
and its really engaging to watch. It's quite demanding on the whiteboys,
and stretches them, so to speak, to cope with their still developing
role. Then of course the pony-boys will pull us all back – uphill
unfortunately and we will certainly need to whip them."

This was more than David Mtalo could cope with, and he pushed his rock hard
10 inch black cock up to the balls into the blonde mouth that was now
sucking him off. The white boy began to choke - he thought it might be
Colin, but when he leant back and looked down it was one of the Nubian High
white boys. They had been taught well by their school to handle large black
dicks, thought David.  The Emir noted the young black's obvious pleasure
and smiled.  Whoever had taken his cock had obviously swallowed it down,
and carried on expertly sucking the black tool!  David was getting quite
agitated!

The two princes, who sat either side of David, pulled back his chair so
they could all get a better view of his shining thick black cock and its
blonde sucker; the boy looked up, his blue eyes seeking out who was
watching, but he didn't stop for a moment deep-throating the huge shiny
black dick. The princes released their own two blondes to join the work on
the huge tumescent ebony tool. Prince Sidiki, the elder prince, undid
David's belt and yanked the black's jeans and then his tight white
underwear down to his feet. He motioned to one of the blondes to pull the
jeans and briefs over David's feet. He unbuttoned the black's shirt,
removed his bow tie, and stripped his torso – the magnificent black body
was now totally naked, the way the arabs liked to see it.The princes' time
in Ebony High had given them an insight into the huge sexual appetities of
the young black trainee teacher – they knew his 10 inch black cock ruled
the school's whites, and his whipping skills were no less impressive. The
arab prince set one blonde to lick David's black balls, and the other two
to take turns on the head of the massive tool.  David Mtalo was not only
naked but ecstatic – three blondes on him and everyone watching. His
black prick leaked pre cum as the two blonde boys swirled their tongues
around it, and he edged up into a standing position, the three young white
boys kneeling in front of him.  Prince Sidiki moved one of them round to
lick and suck out David's hole, the prince opening up the black cheeks for
the white boy to tongue the hole more deeply. The younger prince pulled up
one of the cock-sucking blondes and lay him face down over the table,
spreading his legs to give David a perfect target. The nigga dick took the
Nubian High white boy in two thrusts, his yell reaching the kitchens where
the African cooks laughed, coming to the kitchen door to see the white boy
impaled over the table by the muscular naked black visitor. Another white
boy was to be seen licking out the visiting buck's glossy black ass as he
rammed his huge teenage black tool into the prostrate white boy. The two
young arab princes were standing to one side, smiling and chatting together
as they watched the black buck take his blonde prey, their thick arab cocks
being gently massaged by Vusi, the Zulu wine waiter.

The kitchen staff all watched fascinated until David shot a huge load of
his teenage nigga hot cum deep into the blonde boy, his thrusts causing
havoc on the table with plates, glasses and cutlery falling to the
floor. Watching the naked black buck ramming the whiteboy ass, the Emir
shot off into the mouth of Colin, one of his ex-Ebony High white boys.  The
other boy, Jamey, was servicing his former Principal, sucking his large
black tool down to the balls.  Principal Musonda had just shot his load
into the white boy's mouth as Prince Sidiki came over and pushed his royal
teenage arab cock into Musonda's mouth, the arab boy for the first time
making use of his school Principal, his teen juice rising quickly to splash
over the startled African's face.

It had never happened before, that one of his pupils had, uninvited, pushed
his cock into his mouth, let alone cum in his mouth and over his
face. Still, Musonda reasoned, the boy was a prince, his Daddy did own the
school, and the boy's juice tasted good! Clearly Arab rule had taken over
from black rule thought Musonda – at least here on the Emir's ranch.  He
could now see that the Arab royals saw the blacks as owned studs –
higher than the whites, but still their subjects. He looked up to see the
younger prince smiling at him, and pulling on his cock, as he watched his
brother's juice tracking down the Principal's black face.

The Emir also watched, amused and fascinated, carrying on as if nothing
unusual was happening.

"It was Bruno's idea to make an ordeal out of the ride back from the river,
and that finally broke in both Aussie Boy and Santiago in one afternoon"
the Emir went on. As Musonda wiped the arab boy cum from his face, he
continued his explanation of how things were done at the ranch....

"We loaded their traps up with naked black youngsters from the river,
probably each of my sons and their carriage boys had six or seven black
teenagers with them behind each pony-boy, and we had the whites pull the
overloaded traps back. Of course they needed help and encouragement, so we
gave two of the black youngsters whips, so that there was help for the two
carriage boys in terms of lashing the white butts. I think that explains
how they made it.

Both of the strong wayward white boys broke down in tears when they
arrived, and then they were fucked, still in harness, by the young blacks
who they themselves had pulled up the hill.  Sweet!

They never forgot the exhaustion, the pain and humiliation. We have never
had any trouble since, though we do ensure they do the river run at least
once a week. As I said, we try to get all our whiteboys on to the run –
its really good for them, and gives endless entertainment to the black
workers here."

"I have had six more traps built – so the white boys who are sucking now
can all have some fresh air and take us down there tomorrow.  When your two
black bucks, Christophe and Le Roy, come up here with Thierry and the other
PodWhites next month, we can make sure that those Ebony High white rascals,
who have such an easy time, also get a chance of becoming pony-boys! It
will be a good chance too for Christophe and Le Roy to develop their
punishment skills and widen their routine. We intend to put them all up in
the Slave quarters, with Christophe and le Roy using the Overseers
cottages."

The Emir meandered on with his description of the delights of the ranch:

"The traps, you know, were originally rickshaws from India – but we
adapted them to make them more comfortable, and increased the normal
passenger capacity from 2 to 4. Then with the canopies we have installed
they are a commodious and environmentally-friendly transport on the
ranch. We intend to train many more pony-boys of course and are looking for
young white males on the net, as well as rejects from local secondary
schools.

We have already hired them out to local black farmers – only last week
four of the pony-boys were used to transport guests to a wedding on a
neighbouring farm, and took the bride and groom away to the station for
their honeymoon. It was a most charming sight.

We find English boys the best, in many ways, for such duties, as long as
they are properly disciplined, They really do need a beating from time to
time to give of their best, but all of the black workers here like to have
go at helping with that, so its not really a problem, Nevertheless I see a
need for an elite group of trainers or overseers, building on what Bruno
has achieved.  They must be young, muscled, big-dicked black studs. Like
Bruno, and David here, and indeed Christophe and Le Roy would fit the
bill– proud of their masculinity and proud also to show it off.  All of
our programmed discipline sessions of our white boys are carried out by
Bruno and his team proudly naked – showing off their fine black bodies
and tools"

"Well, talking of white boys and beating them, that brings me to tonight's
entertainment. Gentlemen, if you have finished for the time being we can
make our way to the barn, where I can promise you now something rather
special before bed.  Oh, and do choose which of these young white rascals
you want as a bedwarmer, you're both quite welcome to have two each if you
wish. They will come over with us, and share in the entertainment!"

Prince Sidiki had Vusi remove David's clothes to his room.  He wanted the
beautiful hung black buck to remain naked for tonight's entertainment. He
clipped a leash to the black's cock and balls, and handed the end to his
younger brother....



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