Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2010 22:25:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Sunset 4

White Sunset -- the Boy


Caesar Mabonga, at 35 and unmarried, CEO of one of the major banks, had
three exPod whites of his own, but one he regarded as his Trophy Whiteboy.
Boys, black boys white boys he liked it all, but owning such a prime white
boy gave him a particular thrill. He renamed the tall muscular 18 year old
blond "White Sunset", and he had his new name tatooed over his nipples and
on his butt -- much nicer than his previous name of Nicholas. He took him
to the office with him each day dressed only in a gold linked collar, a
gold cock ring, gold earrings and gold nipple rings. Unusually for a white
boy he had a long cock -- it was 8 inches hard. A small black silk loin
cloth was sometimes put on him in public areas, but in his mansion home, on
his farm, in the car or the office, the boy was always naked, his long cock
kept in a state of almost permanent erection by Caesar's fun loving,
attentive black servants.

Each day the boy's blonde hair was washed and groomed, he was kissed and
cuddled like the pet he was, and his body wholly shaved daily, other than a
small neat triangle of blonde hair over his cock. His body was oiled and
perfumed three times a day, and his white-boy butthole lovingly lubricated
and stretched by two young black grooms who had responsibilities over
bathing, shaving diet and exercise routines not only for White Sunset but
for the two other white boys in the stable, Black Dawn and Black Pleasure.
The three white boys became a regular sight being run naked on the estate
by their two grooms on motorbikes. Relatively light discipine was exercised
over them by the younger black stable boys, who had small switches for the
purpose attached to the belts of their shorts. Sometimes one of the
whiteboys had been known to "rear in his loosebox" when he was being
stretched and lubricated, and a sharp application of the switch by his
young black groom was all that was needed.

Mr Mabonga loved the use of horse-related terms in talking about his white
"pony-boys", hence their keepers were grooms, their rooms, under the roof
on the 2nd floor were "the stables", and each of the small rooms was their
loosebox. There was a large grooming room,with a viewing gallery for 20,
where the boys could be attached to trestles and tables for viewing and
inspection, and for discipline. There were three mobile pieces of medical
equipment where each whiteboy could be upended on his back with his legs
well spread, for shaving, lubrication and enlargement. As he was last to be
shaved, and required intensive enlargement, White Sunset was often left on
this equipment as the grooms had their lunch. Their friends would pop in
for a chat and have a laugh at the expense of the up-ended legs-spread
whiteboy

From time to time, at the end of term, groups of boys from the estate
school were invited to view the grooming processes from the gallery. If the
group was very good they would be invited down, with their teacher, to look
over the intimate parts of White Sunset more closely. A high point was if
and when he discharged, positioned as he sometimes was with his legs
completely over his head, he sometimes ended up shooting himself in the
face. For some reason this always seemed to happen when a group of playful
boys were getting to know him.

Caesar Mabonga's young black chauffeur, Enrico, ensured the boy was
strapped into the Mercedes when Mr Mabonga left the mansion, his blonde
head secured so that Mr Mabonga's large black cock could be properly licked
and sucked during the 30 minute trip.  Then, once at the offices, he led
him up on a leash to the penthouse suite, in the express non-stop lift,
after he had dropped Mr Mabonga at the front entrance, and garaged the car
in the underground car-park. The other drivers and security guards were
always keen to get a look at the White Sunset boy. They often hung around
in a small group in the car park and came up to the Mabonga parking bay
when security alerted them the car was coming down. Nicholas always had a
welcome group of anything between 4 to 6 blacks when he was unstrapped from
the car by Enrico. They stood around the door, feeling their nigga dicks as
he stood there naked. Not a word was said to him. If Enrico was in a hurry,
a good look at his naked body was all they got, but if Enrico had time for
a chat before he led the boy away, the drivers would get their dicks out
and casually feel the white boys long cock, tweak his nipples or stroke his
butt. Sometimes the younger security guards would jack off just watching
him. Nicolas found the drivers' casual use of him and their talk of him as
a pet or prize animal intensely erotic. His cock, which he was never
allowed to touch without permission, was hard and dripping with pre cum in
the middle of the group of young blacks.  On one occasion Mr Mabonga found
some grease (or engine oil?) on White Sunset's balls after they had handled
him, and that created a huge row for the hapless chauffeur. Mabonga was so
far into thinking of the boy as a pet that he ddn't think to ask him what
had happened. The white boy was there as a dumb animal, a beautiful one,
and useful too, but you wouldn't expect a horse, a puppy or a pet cat to
tell you what happened, would you?

Once in Mr Mabonga's office White Sunset spent most of the time under
Mabonga's desk servicing his large black dick. He was brought to orgasm
three or four times a day in the white boy's mouth, and people he might be
talking to at the time put it down to serious indigestion.  When Mr Mabonga
had meetings White Sunset stood behind him, in a small gold silk loincloth,
until called on to deal with coffees, biscuits, papers and other office
routine. It drove the young blacks around the table mad with lust,
especially when his shaved white cock swelled and poked out into full
erection as he looked at them.

If Mr Mabonga was away from the office and wanted White Sunset delivered to
the office ahead of him, things could be a little different. On one
occasion the chauffeur, Enrico, had let the boy be fucked by two young
black drivers over the hood of the Mercedes in the car park. On another, a
group of drivers used him for two hours in the driver's rest room. Once
upstairs, in Mabonga's absence, word got out quickly that White Sunset was
unguarded, and Enrico could always, for a fee, tell them when the car and
therefore the boss was returning. Everyone from the post boys to the senior
auditor rammed huge hard black dicks into him as he, protesting but
helpless, was fucked up against the wall, over the sofas, on the floor, and
spit roasted over Mabonga's desk, all before the great man arrived. On one
occasion Nicholas counted 14 nigga dicks take him before his master
arrived.

The two young grooms of course fucked him and the two other white boys
quite regularly -- usually when they were being exercised, bathed and
shaved. They were authorised by Mr Mabonga to keep them well enlarged and
lubricated, and what better way was there to do it? After a while, Mr
Mabonga would sometimes come to watch and to have his black cock sucked by
White Sunset or another boy as the pony-boy was fucked. At times he didn't
get sucked, but brought one or two black guests to enjoy what was then
turned into quite a spectacle, with the three white pony boys, white asses
up, in a line waiting to be fucked.

The two young black grooms particularly enjoyed riding two of the pony boys
together, and changing riders. At home, and on the farm, the black staff
took every opportunity to ride them. All the whites were fair game but
White Sunset was a particular prize. This was certainly not always
authorised by Mr Mabonga, and neither were the night visits The second
floor was locked at night but Mr Mabonga normally retired early with one or
two of his white ponies. The grooms both had keys for the stable, and
unlocked the rooms for colleagues in return for a small present. Typically,
perhaps twice a week, White Sunset would be sleeping when he would feel
hands on his cock and balls, or a finger enter his hole. A few times he
woke to a black dick trying to find it way into his mouth in the dark. Then
the lights would go up and he would see who it was.  Sometimes it was
kitchen boys, sometimes only the chauffeur.  The garden boys and the
cleaners tended to come together, especially on Fridays when they had been
paid.There were others who must have been neighbours or friends -- they
certainly weren't on the staff.  He could really only tell the difference
before they started. Then they tended to push his face into the pillow and
he concentrated on their large urgent cocks. He could often hear slaps and
groans from the other rooms when the other white ponies were being ridden
hard.

It was strange.  The one nigga-dick that rarely fucked them was Mr
Mabonga's.  He was a very oral person.

The highlight for Nicholas, or White Sunset was when he had to serve at
dinner for Mr Mabonga's guests. Then he was the admired ornament, or the
figure of fun and mockery, but always The Real Centre of Attention.
Nothing much happened to him at the table, but he was patted and stroked,
his cock and balls were weighed in their hands, and very occasionally he
was jacked off for their amusement. He waited at table for mixed sex, but
almost always only black groups. The only whites who ever came were white
wives or partners of Mabonga's friends.  These white women seemed to enjoy
him hugely, and handled his cock more than the blacks. They were also vocal
in wanting him fucked by multiple black cocks.

After dinner, after he had served coffee and brandies, one of the young
grooms usually arrived and leashed him, laid him out on the coffee table,
butt up, where he was soundly fucked by the groom or by one, two or three
selected black servants -- usually the biggest dicked niggas in the
household.

For Nicholas his enslavement in the Mabonga household was something he had
adapted to quickly. When he had been sold by his Pod at the age of 18 it
had been a shock.  But he had few options other than unemployment. Unlike
many Podwhites leaving school there had been no advertisement in PodNews
that he was for disposal,euphemistically termed "redeployment". No
interviews with other prospective "employers". The Principal of Nubian
Academy for Boys had done the whole thing privately.  Mr Mabonga shown up
with his PA at a Pod meeting and had inspected him and stayed to see him
perform. Then the deal was done. Nicholas's parents had signed with no
problem, they received a large cash inducement and didn't want him home
especially with no job or prospects.  Mabonga had additionally gifted to
the school, grants to the rugby, athletics, and basketball junior, middle
and senior teams.  Something like 160 boys had new strip and kit, and
improvements were made to the gymnasium and changing rooms and
showers. Plus every member of his Pod, thirty boys in all, was given a new
state of the art mobile phone. Then the white boy was to be shipped off.

In the weeks before he left school the boys had delighted in telling
Nicholas that their new kit had been given to them in payment for him. He
was taken four times to the changing rooms, where the boys were issued
their new shirts, socks and shorts, trainers and boots -- even new jock
straps -- and ordered to help them change. He was stripped naked by them,
as he helped the black boys into their kit -- made to ease black dicks,
balls and butts into their new jocks and shorts, and photographed naked
with the teams.  Nicholas has described his life changing experience in his
own words:

"I thought about it.  That all those boys in new shorts and vests owed
their new kit, even the jocks supporting their black balls, to selling
me. It was my white-boy cunt, as they called it, that they were selling."

"I thought that my new employment would be much easier -- with only one
rich black man to serve.  But in practice it was far from that. In the
stables, in my loosebox, I was usually bedded down by my groom at about
11.00, after he had fucked me. I have been here now 2 years and have had a
succession of horny black grooms.  My present groom, Nelson is a Zimbabwean
boy of only 16, but he has a very large thick black cock, which I find very
enjoyable. I am told he was recruited primarily because of his sweet boyish
face and body, and his huge dick which Mr Mabonga wanted to stretch my
hole.  Mr Mabonga enjoys seeing the young black boy control his prize 20
year old white pony, and often watches the full grooming. Both he and
Wellington, a Malawian of the same age who is the other groom, get to fuck
all three white pony-boys, both at night when we are bedded down and during
the morning grooming. Normally Nelson has me in the evening and Wellington
during the morning grooming, though quite often both grooms will take turns
on me during the morning session. I enjoy their young black cocks very much
in the morning, as they take a lot of care to ensure that I climax during
the fucking."

"Nelson, more than any other groom, treats me exactly as if I am a
horse. When he fucks me, between the white cheeks of my ass, tattooed
"White Sunset", he says not a word, he strokes my thighs and stomach,
saying "Steady Boy!". He even feeds me a sugar lump straight into my mouth
after he has filled me with his young black boy cum.

On "Discipline Days" - usually at the end of every month on a Friday at
4.00pm.-- I am led out into the kitchen yard and tied to my whipping
post. Julien (Black Dawn) and Jason (Black Pleasure) the other two white
ponyboys are tied similarly to other posts. There we are smartly smartly
whipped, me usually by Nelson, in front of all the kitchen and domestic
staff and their families.

They are given soft drinks, hamburgers and icecreams, while I am tied to
one of the posts naked waiting for my whipping.  There is a lot of laughter
and joking -- it's a high point for their week.  After a long wait, while
the staff and families are drinking and eating, the other two white boys
are whipped first. White Sunset is the climax of the evening and often the
crowd has finished their snacks and is close around me, laughing and
joking. Mr Mabonga usually watches from a podium, and whether or not he is
there he insists the whipping is not too hard.  Any permanent damage and
the grooms will pay for it by being thrashed themselves. Mr Mabonga is
actually not a violent or sadistic man.  But he was told by the schools
where he bought his white boys that English boys needed and loved
discipline and humiliation. He therefore made sure we got it. The main
purpose is to achieve painful humiliation of the white ponies in front of
the black servants and their children. This is the only reason why he
insists that the younger children are seated closest around the whipping
posts. Nelson laughs and jokes with them as he wields the switch on my
white ass and handles my tool and balls.  He gives them turns, and asks
them whether I should get more.  Their answer is always a shouted "Yes!!".

"I am always glad that Friday evening is over!"

"The other black who uses me regularly is Enrico the chauffeur. He picks me
up each morning in the Stables and takes me to whichever Mercedes is being
used that day. He straps me in, in the garage so I can suck Mr Mabonga off
during the journey to the office, and its before he straps me in that he
usually fucks me. I almost always have him cumming in my ass before we get
the car to the front door. On the journey I can feel Enrico's cum oozing
from my ass as I am sucking Mr Mabonga, and swallowing his dick and
sometimes tasting his thick sweet cum.

Enrico, once Mr Mabonga has been dropped off, always phones security in the
underground car park to let them know we are coming, so that by the time he
is unstrapping me there is always a group of black drivers and black
security around the car. They sometimes jeer at me when I am pulled out of
the car, grabbing me by the cock and balls, and trying to jack me off. I am
at best jostled as I am led on the leash naked all the way to the
elevator. If Mr Mabonga is away then we have often stayed in the garage
where some of the drivers and security men have fucked me over the car;
once they layed me out on the floor for all of them to piss over
me. They've done a lot of stuff to me, some of which has been pretty rough.
I know they enjoy bullying me and dominating me. Enrico just lets them.
Only Nelson, when he has been with me, has restrained them and protected
me.

This is now my life, and on balance, I enjoy it.  My body, my white ass,
even my white cock and balls are the central point of the Mabonga
household. I am the focal point for the office and family in terms of the
blacks' pleasure in using and abusing a white boy. Literally hundreds of
black cocks discharge on me or in me each month. For the black women and
children I am a treasured shared possession, a fun part of their
lives. Their laughter as I am fucked or whipped is, in a real sense, a
source of pride for me. White Sunset is an integral part of the new world
of black dominance - and I have found my true place in that world.

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