Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 10:39:59 -0700 (PDT) From: pat roberts Subject: African Renaissance University Chapter 5 Africa Renaissance University Chapter 5 Justin's 1st Term Begins Justin settled in to a routine that first week. It began with what Taiwo called his Black Cock Wake-up call each day. Justin made his way at 7.00am sharp, walking totally naked, aside from his thick black leather collar, from his bare room, along the balcony to Taiwo and Langa's room. His tattooed, ivory white butt was ready oiled, and shone in the strong African morning sun. Going first to Taiwo's bed he slipped under the bedcover and sucked on the usually semi erect black cock. As instructed he then moved over to Langa's sleeping form and took the second black cock into his mouth.... He was, each morning, soundly fucked by the two black students. Once he had sucked the two black cocks into erection, the two blacks tag fucked him with energy and determination for an hour, until they had filled their favorite whiteboy cunt with their thick black-boy jism.... Quite unknown to Justin, in those early days, Taiwo (with Langa deputising), was his officially sanctioned "Hall Mentor" for priority Racial Retraining. As such Taiwo had been placed in charge of drafting Justin's timetable for the Racial Retraining Unit and for Justin's tutors' approval. There was, Taiwo complained, so much to fit in. Each week, and each day was to be allocated to different activities - with some limited time allowed for Justin to study or relax. The RRT eventually wanted an appropriate mix of activity for him, centred on the training priorities they had laid down. Ideally each PodWhite was to follow such a regime, though it often took time to accomplish: National Groups - whereby the whiteboy would be allocated for "stress release", to National Student Groups (for example Nigerians, Rwandans, Black Americans, Mahgreb, Jamaican, Congolese) on a rota circulated to the Groups Sport Support -ditto a rota was drawn up for the main university sports clubs Entertainment - where PodWhites were to be part of a general student union entertainment programme Work Days - described by the RRT as "Very Important" - 7 half days a week should be devoted to a rota of retraining tasks, to cover general cleaning, kitchen duties, waiting and table clearance, toilet and shower block maintenance and cleaning; gardening tasks under supervision of professional staff, rubbish collection and disposal. For these duties the PodWhite had to wear only a bright pink t shirt (no underwear or shorts) with his name printed on the front, and printed on the reverse: " Am I working well? Am I helpful and polite? Report infractions to RRT Hotline". The t shirt, until he moved or bent over, just covered his butt and cock. Finally for this is a University, the PodWhite had to provide Academic Support - which meant assisting in classes, and providing personal services to lecturers Integrated into his programme would be twice weekly visits to Racial Retraining Unit (to include disciplinary sessions); a weekly session with his Morals Tutor; his weekly Medical inspection; time with his Academic Tutor It was stated that "Between these Racial Retraining-led tasks each PodWhite would have "free time" to undertake normal student activities". "Gee!" said Langa, when he read through the instructions, "I dunno where there is going to be time for that!" All such "free time" was to be agreed/allocated by agreement, in Justin's case that meant by Taiwo and Langa, who also had "total discretion as to the Podwhite's daily dress when not on RRT Work sessions, control of his personal hygiene, his diet and meals, and permission for off-campus leave". Weekly reports were to be submitted to the RRT Disciplinary Section. Taiwo had qualified during the last term with his Racial Retraining Certificate (Level 2), after a successful and much praised mentoring of a PodWhite called Andrew, a 32 year old mature white student. Taiwo had received commendation for the high levels of submission and humiliation he had achieved over Andrew. Andrew had never been Podded in school but had been sent to ARU by the commercial firm "Black Futures", which had taken over the firm where he was factory manager. The 25 year old MD had promptly fired him. Andrew, who after interview had been offered a place at ARU, was sold on by the RRT, after Taiwo's mentoring, to the local technical college student union. There he proved very popular with the teenage blacks, many of them Thug types, and an RRT DVD was now on public sale "Andrew Retrained- no holes barred". The RRT hoped for an equal success, with a higher reserve price (due to his youth, looks and skills), with Justin. They looked to Taiwo to fine tune and hone Justin's "receiving skills", increase his exposure to humiliation, and prepare him more fully for team use. Taiwo's task was to set up situations where Justin would be serially used and where new humiliations would be meted out to him. For these episodes Justin would be punished in ways that further increased his subservience and humiliation, through the intervention of his Morals Tutor and the RRT. In sum, young Justin was on a conveyor-belt of life-long and relentless service to black cock, and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't even know the extent to which his experiences were planned and orchestrated. He trusted, even began to love Taiwo, and didn't begin to guess the central role that Taiwo had in controlling him. The system of the PodWhite being allocated to students or to differing groups by such ad hoc methods was to break down in time. Indeed in most cases it was already being replaced by black groups bidding for percentage ownership of each incoming PodWhiteBoy. Well attended auctions were held at the beginning of the academic year, where, in a self-conscious reliving of black slave auctions of the past, the naked white student was exhibited, fingered, prodded and poked by dozens of spirited young black students and a fair number of the staff. Taiwo took Justin to several such auctions where, naked and fingered by many in the audience, he watched with fascination and horror. Prices varied greatly according to demand for each PodWhite. When Justin was in his second year he too was also "apportioned out" ie sold. He then became owned by the Uni Rugby Association (30%); Rwandan Students Club (20%); Nigerian Student Assoc (20%) and 10% each by the Cameroun Students Group, the University Hockey Team and the Jamaican Karaoke Club. These organisations then had a call on his time in accord with their percentage ownership. Work Days, hostel duties, academic support, and Tutor /RRT sessions continued normally. When a white was initially "apportioned out" sales proceeds went to the RRT. Resales went to the funds of the selling student group. All sales were followed enthusiastically, with many students bringing their girlfriends or family members to watch. By Justin's third year he was wholly owned by the West African Student Consortium, following a sale in the University Central Auditorium where some 500 spectators watched, cheered and jeered. But all that is far in the future. In the first weeks Justin did his best to understand what his role was to be - it was all so new and complex. One morning whilst Taiwo selected out his clothes for the day he told him that he would start his duties as an assisting Resource under Professor Mukdzi. He had to be there by 9.00am, straight after breakfast, and he dressed quite formally in a clean white shirt, pressed khaki cargo shorts and long white socks. * * * * * Mukudzi introduced him to his Remedial English group as the Resource Facility. The students are a group of nine Francophone students from Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Mali, Chad, Djibouti - for all of them English was difficult, but they seemed able to communicate what they wanted to Justin. At the second session they were joined by two Portuguese speaking Africans, one from Angola the other from Mozambique. The students clearly liked their new tall, blonde, blue eyed Resource Facility and for the second session, the next day, several had brought him little presents of fruit and sweets. On the third day Justin noticed that the baggy jeans and t shirts of the first sessions had disappeared. Some of them now wore figure hugging jeans which stretched wonderfully over their butts, but most wore the most incredible shorts. They reminded Justin of the black gang members of the film City of God. Being French educated they had always liked to wear their shorts tight and short, but Justin was sure they now did so for these group meetings, especially to tease him. God! He simply couldn't take his eyes off them and neither, it seemed, could Prof Mukudzi. The black youths would get up in class in the middle of Justin or the professor speaking, with shorts at the top of bare shining jet-black legs, barely containing an African cock that had apparently been worked up to super-stiff. The others, watching the effect on their new whiteboy resource, nudged each other, giggling. Despite the displays of strong black thighs and bulging shorts, the first week's classes were fairly uneventful, and Justin felt he was getting to know them, even if their dress was very distracting. And they seemed very attentive and concerned to improve their levels of English. Then they closed the trap. The first movements were when Justin was trying to illustrate the difference between slang and proper words in English. Michel, a tall handsome, young man from Congo got up "I need, ow you say, to piss so sorry, to urinate! Ou est le wc? Cest tres urgent for dis ting to urinate quickly m'sieur!" He held his enormous bulge in his small washed out red shorts and squeezed it. Justin looked at it and gulped. "Justin, dear Boy, take Michel and show him where the toilets are please before he bursts!" Justin walked out following Michel's tight ass. "You come in de front to show me!" Michel using his strong arms, pulled him in front of him, and pushed him to walk forward. "Tres bon, tres, tres bon!" said Michel, as he felt the back of Justin's quite tight, knee-length cargo shorts. "It's here, Michel." Justin held the door open for Michel to enter, whilst looking down at the African's impossibly bulging shorts. He wanted to watch this. He wasn't to be disappointed. "You 'elp me to get out de black cock, whiteboy? You suck it whiteboy after it pisses, ok Boy? You get down Boy, to get out de black cock now." Justin got on his knees in front of the black and undid the shorts from the narrow waist. Michel pushed his hand in, and he grasped the strong black tube that rested there, unencumbered by underwear, and placed Justin's hand on it. Justin pulled it out, kissing the bulging shiny black helmet. He directed the long black cock to the urinal and a strong but short flow of piss hit the urinal splashing back on to Justin's white shirt and khaki shorts. As it began to cease its flow Michel swung it still spurting piss, into Justin's face. His pissing dick whipped Justin in the face a few times before the white boy gobbled the head down, sucking hard. "Suce-moi!! Oui!!!! Suce-moi bien, you white, 'ow you say, cunt!" Justin sucked hard until he was rewarded with spurt after spurt of thick hot African cum down his throat...... They returned to class, Michel giving a thumbs up sign to the other students as Prof Mukudzi droned on. Five minutes later Jean-Christophe from Djibouti untangled his long black body from under the table, and stood up with an equally impressive bulge. "J'ai besoin de faire pee-pee, M'sieur." He moved off, taking Justin by the hand..... "Moi aussi!" piped up Jean-Luc from Chad, leaping out after them. As Justin, in the student toilets, struggled to satisfy both urgent massive black cocks with his mouth, the two Africans began to remove his shirt and shorts. They loved the tiny white satin Pod shorts underneath and left them on as they fingered him and pushed his blonde head on to each cock in turn. It was in the white satin shorts, and nothing more, that Justin, the Group's Resource Facility, his face spattered and mouth and throat full of three loads of thick African cum, re-entered his classroom. Professor Mukudzi was quite overcome. "Justin I don't think you should appear quite like that in front of these dear innocent boys!" Lascivious groans came from the dear innocent boys as they each stroked what appeared to be quite convincing evidence that they were neither boys, nor innocent. The shiny black heads of eleven large cocks made an appearance over the top of the table, and appeared to need some attention, chief among them the outsize black tool of Pierre Tlotsi who had fucked Justin to great acclaim the previous Saturday. Ignoring his Professor, Pierre ordered the "white bitchboy" over to suck his nigger dick or "bite de negre" as he chose to put it. Justin was quickly stripped naked, his white Podshorts passed to Prof Mukudzi, who as usual sniffed and pocketed them, and for the next hour he was hauled from sucking one black cock to the next. "Oh my goodness! Oh dear boys, stop! Really Justin this is too much!" He went on twittering until Pierre went over to him and shoved his long black cock in his mouth. Prof Mukudzi sucked it greedily. By that time Michel, much restored, was fucking Justin over the large central table surrounded by the Remedial black cocks...... * * * * * * * * * * So sorry for the long delay - let me know if you are still interested in ARU, and I will continue during the next weeks. philip_effiong@yahoo.com (There's an underscore between my two names) Please donate to Nifty when you can - to keep our own resource going!