Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2010 03:22:12 -0800 (PST)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ebony High 8

Thierry: The Black Leopards Attack


Things had settled down in Room 30, as things in Africa generally do, and
the door had been locked. There seemed to be more than 30 boys left in the
room, thought Thierry, recovering from the fight, and looking round at the
crowd of virile well endowed black teenagers. He wondered if Ebony House
chose their boys on the size of their dicks? He thrilled when the thought
came that they were all here now, only for him. His attacking pride of
lions, his big-dicked over-sexed niggas, ready for their kill.  Most were
now naked to the waist, their ebony skin gleaming and their tight shorts
bulging. Some were down to their white cotton Calvin Klein briefs -- the
favourite of the boys in the school. The fight had excited him; them too!
As he looked up at boy after boy they stared him in the eye like wild cats
and squeezed their nigga dicks for him.

Bayo eventually got off his phone and opened the meeting by reading out the
five two-boy teams who were going to compete today. They were to fuck their
white Pod-boy each for fifteen minutes -- that's no more than fifteen
minutes per couple, he emphasised. The Pod was being geographically divided
for the tournament with West and Central Africa, Jamaica and the USA
competing today. Le Roy from Jamaica and our brotha Kingsley from USA, were
to take to the pitch as The Americas, then Kwame and Godwin for Ghana, then
Jean Claude and Didier for Senegal, and Jean-Pierre from Congo and
Christophe from Rwanda, for Central Africa. "Last but not least "said Bayo
"We bring on the Super Eagles -- Nigeria! When I will be joined by that
little dynamo Femi Adeyemo!". He took a little bow to applause.  Southern
Africa boys will compete on him next week. Play off for overall winners if
the pitch here is still good for play, he tapped Thierry's ass, would
happen the day after, on Martin Luther King Day.  All eyes were on
Thierry. Boys grinned derisively at him, amused at how the blond was being
humiliated so nicely right in their midst. And by Adebayo, who the hapless
white boy had thought was his friend! Others chortled together pointing at
him in mirth as his debasement and humiliation had not only caused him to
blush with embarrassment, but gave him a huge boner! The tall broad chested
Zulu sitting by him pulled the white cock out for everyone to see . "He
likes it! Oh shit! Come here boy is the pitch fit for play?Lets have a
pitch inspection! "And he thrust his large black hand deep under Thierry's
balls. "And we'll fly the winners flag on your little flagpole!"He frigged
the throbbing white cock.The whole room erupted in laughter. They hugged
and rocked themselves with glee, happily grabbing every nigga dick in the
room, yanking out all those they could as they surged to rock-hard
nigga-fuck stiffness. They would never forget this! Thierry, shocked at
this new abasement, was also hugely aroused by the black boys mockery. Bayo
no longer even said his name, or nickname. Was this his welcome to the Pod?
He was theirs like a piece of equipment. The thought got him even harder,
but he also started to sob He had no idea his ass was going to be the venue
for a re-run of the Africa Cup of Nations.  Music was put on somewhere.
Thierry recognised the same track that was played when he was tied down and
thrashed by Bayo's father and uncle. Thierry listened to the music. His
cock hardened again remembering his thrashing that night and the fucking by
the younger boys. Bayo was continuing his speech:

"Remember though, this boy belongs to us all not just you guys selected to
fuck him today. You all gotta return him undamaged, like it says on the t
shirt!"

Then, to Thierry's dismay Adebayo picked up his father's paddle, which
Thierry just noticed lying in front of him "Oh no!" he said to
himself. Bayo smiled wickedly at him.

"Remember guys this is about fun.  You do anything you like, but no lasting
pain or damage. Its not just fucking him -- you gotta be creative!" He
smacked Thierry's butt playfully with the paddle.  "Whipping is not allowed
in the Tournament, if you need anything to encourage him, you use
this. Fifteen minutes is all you got right?  Judges this evening are our
Southern Africa brothas who got to sit in the ringside seats, front row --
our guests in the second row,right?

Thierry shuffled his butt on the table.... "Well at least I didn't get
paddled!" he said to himself. God after that he needed black cock so
badly!!  They could fuck him to Timbuktoo and back. He silently begged for
them to cut the speeches -- I need hard fucking, by merciless nigga dicks!!

The boys around him began to talk about the merits of the different
"teams".  The money seemed to be on Nigeria

"Those Nigerian Super Dicks goin to flatten that perky whiteboy's ass!" one
boy said.

Nyathi thought Le Roy would win out with Kingsley.  "That rasta-nigga got
style man, he knows how to use a whiteboy ass!" "Yeah but how about
Kingsley?  He's too soft, man! You got to really impact on a white ass and
be verbal too.

"They don't care I'm listening -- its like I'm not here", Thierry
thought. He tuned in to a different forecast:

"Those Senegal guys got real confidence and they experienced in fucking
French boys over there. They told me they're goin to dominate him. Creative
domination Jean Claude called it.  And they'll do it in French on a white
French boy. Like home ground for them!"



"OK guys before the competitive stuff starts" he glanced at the Jamaican
and American super-sized cocks "there's some of him for all of you. The
"Getting to Know You" session! I'm going to hand you over to Phumlani who
is in charge for this.  He handed the paddle to the younger South African
boy, looked at those massive black dicks again, and got on his phone.

Phumlani and Nyathi, had placed a box in front of the room beyond the
table. They asked Thierry to come to the front. There were wolf whistles
and a building excitement as he was told to stand on the box. Most boys
were already sitting around the table and wanted to keep their ringside
seat for the main event.  But they all looked to the front as they realised
the this long legged blond white boy was theirs, to do exactly what they
want with for the whole school year. It was, as the Principal was always
telling them, an opportunity too good to miss.

Thierry found himself bent over the wretched box, his ass facing the
Pod. Nyathi sat down with his bubblebutt in the centre of his back facing
the class as Phumlani with a flourish pulled down the white cotton shorts
exposing his white ass. "Let the games begin!" His shorts were thrown to
the crowd. A ripple of laughter went round the room as Nyathi leaned
forward and used Thierry's ass cheeks as drums. He beat out a Xhosa rhythm.

The t shirt was stripped off him, and his socks and trainers, and a leather
collar and leash was put around his neck. He was given what they told him
was a leather cock harness to put on.  He had to do this himself, turned to
the jeering audience, kneeling on the box in front of the black boys as he
manipulated the harness on to the erect white cock. Unable to do it,
Phumlani suddenly pulled him up on the leash and paddled his backside to
cheers from the crowd.

"Stupid white cunt! Too stupid to dress his own pathetic cock!" Two naked
juniors were grabbed by their woolly hair to come forward to help. They
struggled with the white cock and balls to Thierry's discomfort and the
delight of the audience. The sight of the two naked black youngsters
handling his cock nearly made Thierry cream. A tall black boy in the front
row right in front of Thierry's box pulled on his long tool jacking it
furiously. It spurts out, hitting Thierry square in the face to laughter
from the crowd. Some of the cum landed on Thierry's two young helpers. The
two boys, who have never handled a white cock before, or ever seen an erect
one, eventually get the leather fixed on, separating the white balls
tightly from the cock.  Nyathi gets Thierry to bend over again and to
spread his legs. The two boys stand there and watch.

"Quicker Boy! Says Phumlani, and with no notice whips the white boy's ass
hard with a French martinet.  Thierry screams, the two young boys giggle
and the crowd go wild.They chant, clearly not for the first time,

"Whip whitey, whip his ass; Whip whitey, whip his ass"

"A surprise present from our Senegalese brothas!" Phumlani laughed "You
French have been whipping them for centuries with a whip like this. Payback
time, boy!".

"Here,hold him here by his balls.  Hold on tight" Phumlani tells one of the
youngsters. He lashed the boy hard.  Hold them tight!"  He whipped the
white ass again and Thierry jumped.  His balls didn't. He yelled and
started to sob, as a jeering group of blacks surrounded the box threatening
at one point to overturn it in their anxiety to get up close and
personal. Black boys spat on his white butt as Phumlani stroked it with the
black leather lash. Then he whipped the boy again. The boys were going
wild! Black cocks all round the classroom were being wanked by their owners
and friends.

At the centre of this black adolescent lust was the sobbing Thierry. Nyathi
leaned over him and strapped a rag soaked in poppers to Thierry's nose ; he
blindfolded him.The two young cock-harness boys stroked his blonde hair,
held his leash, and looked at the tears mixing with the cum running down
his cheeks .The smaller boy collected it on his finger and sniffed
it. Thierry opened his mouth to the boy's command and the boy put his cum
laden finger in. Thierry licked the finger as the boy scooped up
more. "Hold his balls!" warned Phumlani and whipped him twice more to a
huge cheer from the crowd.  Thierry took long deep breaths of poppers and
the ball-boy held on tight.  Nyathi spread the white cheeks and spat into
the well lubricated hole.

Thierry sensed and smelled the boy-crowd closer around him. He felt unknown
blacks inspect his stripes, some smacking his ass to increase the pain,
others spitting on the red stripes to relieve it. They signed his white
butt with indelible pens that Kwame and Godwin gave out-- all around the
school crest on his butt,and down around his balls, some on his breast
around the nipples. Three signed off on his face, two on his cock .They
touched, felt, squeezed, pinched, slapped, smacked nibbled and stroked
him. Again and again his cock and balls were taken out and squeezed back
into the cock harness as each boy wanted to see how it worked. His cock
ached. The Jamaican and US boys "as we will be first in", explore what he
hears them call "that fuckin whiteboy cunt," the Senegalese stroke and
nibble his tits mocking him in French The pain of the whipping subsided as
the poppers made him high but woozy. So many hands, so many black boys, so
many nigga cocks he thinks... Someone removes his blindfold and he sees
naked blacks on every side, jostling for position. Nyathi topped up the
poppers on the cloth covering his nose.

"Fuck me, fuck me, for pity's sake niggas fuck me." He spoke aloud and not
now to himself .He wrapped his arms around the naked butts of two tall hung
blacks who were cock whipping his face and looked into their faces to see
cruelty and sadism reflected back -- its his first team, he realised, the
Jamaican boy and the American "We gonna fill your white cunt boy with nigga
juice boy until you beg us to stop. Then we goin to fuck you some more. We
all the winners here, you the loser!"

 More cocks, including the guests, now start to push into his face.  The
poppers make him want to suck them, but they taunt him "Beg for my nigga
dick, boy!", "Beg for my nigga cum in your mouth boy!". He begs but they
laugh and don't let him suck -- they know they will have him later.
Desperate to suck one of the black cocks slapping in his face he uses his
hand to try to pull one in; holding the fat black cock near the tight
wrinkly black ball sac a well directed lash of the martinet by Phumlani on
his butt makes him yelp and let go. "Apres mon p'tit, tu suce ma grosse
bite noire apres!" Jean-Pierre, the Congolese boy spat in his face and
laughed. "Pute francaise!"  He wiped his pre-cum on the blond hair and
squeezed the French boy's tit hard.

"Not that one, white boy! that dick is part of the Central Africa team! Its
your desert, its goin to be served with lots of cream later, "Congolese
nigga dick with cream" for the young M'sieur,oui Jean-Pierre?" The Congo
boy laughed with Phumlani and stroking his dark black dick he squeezed the
other blonde tit until Thierry howled. He kept squeezing and Thierry wailed
in pain. OK Jean Pierre that's enough for now! said Phumlani pulling him
away.

"Open your mouth again! here's your starters -- before we serve you the
main course!

There was a gang round his face now of butt naked black bucks-- the Guests!
A large black tool suddenly jammed into his mouth and exploded down his
throat. He recognised the dick belonged to one of his tormentors that
morning. It's owner wiped the black cock over Thierry's face. It was
followed by another black dick, then another, both cumming in his mouth.
Thierry looked up and saw three more hung blacks being jacked off by
slender African boys who, aiming the tools well, wanked the older boys
hard.  Almost immediately, the sight of their small black hands on the huge
cocks got the older blacks to spray Thierry's face with spurts of cum
until, again, he could see no more.


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