Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 05:44:38 -0400 (EDT) From: "classic2@excite.com" Subject: Training a Young Black Employee (interracial/authoritarian) The following story is a work of fiction. It does not reflect my real political or social views. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, you should practice "safe sex." ******************************************************************* Training A Young Black Employee The manager of the burger shop I work in got sick one night and had to go home early. He left me in charge, because he thought I could manage things - but I wasn't sure. The night shift was staffed with a bunch of young loud niggers and Mexicans in their late teens, their hormones raging and their "hommies" standing around egging them on - wanting to talk to girls. How would I get these boys to shape up and teach them who was in charge? There was this one skinny young nigger working for me, his name was Tyrone. He was about 18 and was goofing off more than the others. I thought he was setting a bad example. His pants were sagging below his waistline, and his young ghetto lips were flapping in a white girl's ear. She smiled while he flirted with her. It was more than I could take. I had to break things up. "C'mere, Tyrone - I got a job for you." Ghetto boy gave me a frown and sulked over to where I was. "What you want, man?" "I want you to address me properly, that's the first thing I want." "What you mean, 'properly'?" "I'm your boss tonight, so you gotta call me 'sir'" "Oh Hell Naw," the hipster shouted. "I don't call no white man sir." "You do if you want to keep your job, 'bro'," I said, practically spitting in his face. I turned and walked down the stairs to the storage room - not sure if he would follow - and called over my shoulder, "The next thing I want you to do is help me move some boxes." It took awhile, but then I heard his heavy Timberland boots clomping down the wooden steps behind me. "Good boy," I said. His eyes flared with anger at that. Once he got to the bottom of the stairs, in the dirty basement strewn with empty boxes, I said, "Okay, now you have a choice; look around. You can either spend all night cleaning up these boxes, or you can do some employee training." The brown-faced lad looked puzzled, "What you mean 'employee trainin'?" "That's simple, Tyrone," I said, "Employee training is just something you have to go through in order to get the right attitude about working and obeying your boss." The ghetto boy pouted, "What you talkin' bout?" "Well, for you, Tyrone, I've got a special kind of 'employee training,'" I couldn't suppress a grin, "I want you to get down on your knees and start working on my dick like a nice young ghetto boy should for his white master." The young nigger wheeled around on his heels like he was loosing his balance, "What th' fuck? I aint suckin no white man's dick!" "Your choice then," I calmly smiled. I eyed his nice clean jeans and the pressed nylon shirt under his kitchen apron. That boy wasn't expecting to do any real work tonight. He was just planning to flirt with those white girls after his young black cock, and to pick up a paycheck. "I'll see to it that you get your boots and jeans good and dirty," I said, "cleaning out this basement. That's what you're gonna have to do if you don't get busy Right Now and stick my white dick in your mouth." The nigger let out an audible whimper. "I'm gonna tell the manager you tried to make me suck your dick." "He won't believe you - but he WILL believe ME when I tell him you should be fired for insubordination because you wouldn't clean out this basement. See, Tyrone - you thought you were going to get some white pussy tonight, but instead all you're gonna get is a mouthful of white cock; either that, or you'll have to do some Real Work for a change." I turned to get him a broom and dust pan. The boy looked down nervously. Then he spoke in a low voice, "Okay, where do you want to do this?" "Oh, right here 'homeboy.'" I said confidently. I threw a thick towel down on the dusty floor. "Get on your knees and service this white cock - use the towel and you won't get your jeans messed up." The boy sank to his knees on the towel and I slowly undid my pants. I pulled out my thick limp white cock and started rubbing it on his full nigger lips. He wore a red baseball cap worn backwards. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to my cock. "Kiss that dick, nigger." I felt "homeboy's" warm black lips pressed against my dick. My cock started getting hard and I slid it into his mouth. "Oh, suck on that dick, nigger." I held his head tight and started pumping my dick in his mouth. Slowly he started sucking, but it was weak at first. I held his head tighter and pumped my cock hard, using his brown lips like a nigger pussy. "Suck it nigger boy, suck it." I could see he was starting to get into it. He must have liked the idea of someone having power over him. All he could do is let out a muffled mumble. His warm thick lips slid up and down my shaft - "yeah, that's what those lips were made for. Suck on this white man's dick. Your mama would be proud." I rubbed my sweaty pubes in that nigger's face. My hairy white balls slapped his chin. I heard him gag. "Suck it, nigger. Suck it. What do think those bitches upstairs would say if they saw your nigger lips being used to service a white man's cock?" He tried to mumble some more but I pushed my dick further down his throat and said, "Shut the fuck up black boy, and keep working on my cock. That's the problem with you niggers, you always talk too much." I heard him gulping down saliva and precum. "Nod your head, nigger, to let me know you love sucking white cock." I had to chuckle when the nigger dutifully nodded his nappy head while he kept his lips firmly around my throbbing bone. I slowly pulled my fully hard penis out of his mouth and pushed my hairy balls against his lips. "Kiss my balls, nigger. Kiss your master's sweaty white balls." I felt that nigger boy gently kissing my balls like a slave who has learned to respect his master's power over him. "Now lick 'em, nigger. Lick those white baby-makers. Lick the balls I use to breed your mama and give her light-skinned babies." The nigger whimpered some more, but stuck out his hot wet tongue and washed by balls in his saliva. "yeah, thatta boy." I kept my balls in that nigger's mouth because his hot tongue felt so good. Then I Pressed his black face against the shaft of my hard white cock. That nigger boy was making me shake with pleasure. I grunted and groaned while I made that black boy serve me. He cleaned my sweaty white nuts and kissed them for good measure. I couldn't control myself. I had a brief spasm and let out a loud sigh, shooting thick loads of hot white cum all over that nigger's face and baseball cap. He seemed started and jerked his head back, but I shot a second load square between his eyes. "You're looking good, nigger," I said while I watched the thick cum dripping down his brown face and off of his thick lips. I grabbed the boy by his chin and forced my dick back in his mouth. "Clean it off, nigger. Clean the cum off of your master's white cock." That ghetto boy obediently sucked my dick clean and licked all the cum off my balls and pubic hair too. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and zipped them up real quick. "I got work to do, nigger. I got a store to run. Get yourself together and help me upstairs." I started halfway up the stairs, but then I thought I better see if my little lesson had taken hold. "Oh yeah, now who's your master, black boy?" The nigger sheepishly replied, "You is, Sir." I smiled and bounded up the rest of the stairs, "Good boy. Even a tough young ghetto nigger can learn. I like that." The boy was still on his knees when I left. His brown face was covered with white man cum, but his dick was hard so I know that he was happy.