Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 08:04:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Sunset Episode 26

White Sunset 26

Racial Retraining Department Archives

The Case of Mathieu Chagran Part 4


Atlas Kishingwe, having completed the one hour rugby training session, was
drying himself off in the Rugby Changing Rooms surrounded by some 20 other
strongly built blacks from the school team.

His school cell-phone rang and a message showed – requesting that he
present himself at the Principal's office. It was coded Urgent-Ops-Pod
which he well knew meant that he would be required to assist in a
disciplinary. It was the third word – Pod which made his hanging long
black tool begin to stiffen. The reaction wasn't lost on the young blacks
around him, who began to josh their team captain about what he was being
called for.  Andrew Kershaw, the Podwhite on towel duty was passing
collecting the wet towels, jocks and shorts. One of the team had yanked off
a sweaty jockstrap and to amused jeers pulled the jock over the white boy's
blonde head. Andrew couldn't now see that well, but his nostrils were
filled with black youth's musk as he licked the inside of the cum and
piss-stained pouch. Strong black hands had pulled off his pink cotton
Podwhite shorts and arms were now lifting him horizontal and forward
towards Atlas's rising and huge black dick . Someone pulled the stained
jock to one side as the whiteboi opened his mouth wide and took the shining
black tool head into his mouth.  Kishingwe laughed as he humoured his team
by pushing his whole lengthening black cock between the young whiteboy's
lips.

"Look" he, Atlas, said, after the whiteboy had sucked for some minutes "I
gotta go! Old Ock the Cock has called me in – I have to run!  Put Andrew
on the climbing frame or somewhere and fuck his pretty white ass off, I'll
catch up with y'all later!" He pulled the length of his 9 inch long, fat
black tool from the blonde's still-sucking mouth. It came out with a
pop. He riffled his hand through the boy's long blonde hair
affectionately. He smacked the boy's white butt-cheeks. He pulled on his
white Calvins, stuffing the enormous black dong down under his balls, then
with difficulty put on his school khaki shorts.  As the team carried their
naked white towel boy away, waist high and still horizontal , Atlas looked
at himself in the full-length mirror and liked what he saw.  His impressive
upper torso shone ebony in the changing room lights.  He had good abs, a
fine six-pack, and a good strong, if boyish, face. And to top it off his
sister had done a great job on his corn-rows! Slim waisted, his school
tight and short khaki shorts effectively cut his muscular exhibition in
two. His strong black thighs, the result of years of school championship
running, not easy for a big young guy like him, gleamed in the lights. Like
the rest of his dark, almost truly black body they were covered with a
light sheen of sweat.  He grinned as he looked at his school shorts in the
mirror, hugging as they did the improbable bulge of his cock and balls,
even after packing them away, and tight across his muscular rounded black
ass. He pulled on his open necked white sports short, but left it open in
front to help dry the sweat and show off the few black curls on his chest.

There was an increase in the hubbub from the other side of the room and he
looked across just in time to see the team's full-back push the full length
of his considerable coal-black cock into young Andrew's stretched white
butt.  As the lively full-back began to fuck the Podwhite hard over the
Coach's leather topped punishment horse, YaYa, their Number 8, had inserted
his thicker black tool into the whiteboy's mouth. He watched for a few
minutes as the slender white boy was rammed from both ends by the two older
stronger blacks. Two of the black boys were holding the white legs well
apart .

"Bye guys!" he called out as he left, "Have fun! And remember I get the
bitchboy first after the match on Saturday!

				  * * * *

Our story is taken up from here in the report on the evening submitted by
Atlas Kishingwe himself to the Racial Retraining Unit :


Stopping only briefly to pick up my favorite cane from the Prefects Room, a
few minutes later I was knocking on the Principal's door. The door clicked
open and I entered. The scene in front of me resembled the one I had just
left. This time though a naked white boy was face down over a desk, his
unbelievably white butt pushed up high, and with him, not a gang of
testosterone-charged black youths, but only the cool calculating figure of
Principal Okwerre. My nigga dick, true to form, shot to whatever erection
was possible within the confines of my Calvins and school shorts.

Okwerre had placed his finger to his lips as I entered, to stop me greeting
him. I was of course familiar with the butts of all the white boys on
campus.  The was a new one. Okwerre motioned for me to come closer.  I
didn't mind if I did!  The boy was obviously terrified, his fear almost
tangible. Just as I loved them if they were to be caned; it was such a
turn-on.  And what a beautiful boy he seemed to be from what I could see of
him. What a fantastic whiteboy butt!  I moved closer so that I knew he
would be able to see my feet., now without my sandals, my legs, my thighs,
and not least the cane that was going to be used on him.  He appeared to
shiver.  Was he cold? But it was hot in here.  Without asking permission I
removed my shirt. Okwere looked me up and down as he always did, his tongue
moistening his lips as he drank me in.  If he could have eaten me, he would
have!

"Right Kishingwe, this is young Mathieu, just arrived and with a typical
whiteboy attitude problem!  Just two strokes for now, but make them sting!
You know well how to make a whitey wince, whine and sing!"

God, I thought, yes I do!  I enjoyed caning younger black boys, and had
been called in many times by various masters to cane them in front of their
classes.  I know the boys and the staff looked to my muscled very dark body
to provide not just punishment but a perverted entertainment. "Eye candy
for the doomed!" one teacher had murmured as I was called in to cane four
thirdformers.I was also able, in my own right, to cane any boy other than
the prefects, as and when the situation demanded it, and I think I had
become very good at it. Anyway I enjoyed it. But caning the podwhites in
the school was always special, so special I had even at times shot my load
in my briefs. But a white "virgin" like this one didn't happen often!

I went into position behind that delicious white ass.

"Ecartez les jambes, mon pute!" I ordered him.  He spread his legs
immediately.  He understood French.  He is probably a French boy just out
of France, which would explain his skin colour, or lack of it. Old Ok bent
down to look through his spread thighs at his white balls. Then Ok told me
I could feel and assess the target before caning him.  I didn't need to be
told twice!

I stroked both of the shivering boy's butt- cheeks with my cane, very
gently, admiring the customs clearance of earlier today stamped on the left
cheek. Soon, I knew, the school would tattoo its crest on to the other side
and maybe also on his stomach.  I ran the cane up his naked white crack a
few times, and then across his back. Putting the cane aside I kneaded his
butt-cheeks with both my hands – so dark against his ivory skin. I
carressed his cock and balls and the sensitive area between balls and his
whiteboy cunt. Then I licked my finger and felt round and around the hole
itself.  The boy groaned..  Having had a nod of assent from Ok I spread his
cheeks and spat on the hole; Then I pushed the middle finger firmly up his
beautiful virgin whiteboy cunt.

That certainly woke him up. He screamed, more I believe in protest than in
pain, and was told to shut up by Ok.  I began to finger-fuck him, right
there over the Principal's desk, as the Principal looked on.  With my other
hand I felt again between his white thighs for his balls and cock.  The
white cock was now fully erect, and not nearly as small as many I had come
across on white boys of his age.  I grasped the cock hard and pulled it
backwards between his legs, making sure that Ok could take a look at the
large bright pink tortured and exposed helmet. As I looked back I stared
fascinated at the Principal's bulging jeans and wondered which of the three
of us was going to shoot first.

"Enough, whip him!" said Ok, grabbing the Ok Cock through his white jeans,
and telling me to take up position.  I tried to adjust my nigga dick in my
shorts but couldn't relieve much of the pressure.

I took a short run at him and brought down the cane with all the force I
could muster. He was still yelling when the second landed, exactly parallel
to the first.

Ok then berated him for being a baby, and for not thanking me, and
addressing me as "Sir". He got another stroke of the cane for that. Ok then
told him he had to lick my feet!  It was great, pushing my toes one by one
into his mouth. That's the first time I have been told to do that.  But it
got better!  He was told to kiss my cane and then, believe it I couldn't,
my cock!

I know old Ok loved seeing boys nigga dicks when he caned them, He
certainly wanted to see mine again, and had wanted that for a long time. As
I was allowed to feel the white bitch up, including his tits this time, Ok
knelt in front of me and unzipped my shorts. He pulled them down to my
knees, and then he yanked my cock out of my Calvins, the released 9-inch
tool I think nearly hitting him in the face. He grabbed the naked whiteboy
and pushed him face-first into my cock and balls. We both watched as
Mathieu began to lick the head of my dick. Old Ok's eyes were nearly
popping out of his head as he watched the whiteboy licking the precum from
the top of my tool and then down the length of it.  I slapped him gently in
the face with it a few times, leaving a gooey track of pre-cum over his
eyes and nose.  Ok then actually ordered him to lick the black balls! I was
in shock – but also in heaven as I looked down at the boy doing just as
he was told and holding the black cock up and out of the way.

Ordered by the Principal to suck my cock properly and with reverence, I
could see the boy was now horny as hell and he sucked me like a pro.  I
don't know which of the four of us was enjoying it most, the Podwhite, me,
my cock or the sweating Ok! I was nearly coming in the whiteboy's mouth
when Ok ordered him to stop.  I believe that perhaps Ok had shot a load of
cum in his pants, because a wet spot quickly appeared at the bulge of his
white jeans.

"Enough you slut!" he shouted, as he pulled the whiteboi off my pulsing
black cock just in time. As far as I was concerned it was just before
time. He held the massive black cock tightly for a moment, and then said,
moving his hand to hold my balls, he was putting Mathieu "in my care" until
the morning. Clearly from what he told me, in Swahili, he expects the
whiteboi to be well fucked.  He also wants him body-shaved and delivered
back to him in the morning.  So it seemed to me that Atlas and Apollo are
going to enjoy ourselves tonight!

When I had got my shorts back on, which was fuckin difficult cos the cock
was so hard, I tied the whiteboy's little loincloth back on. Ok and I both
laughed when we saw that the square of material covered so little. Ok told
me to find some shorts for him for morning prayers and to bring him back to
his office afterwards. As I left he gave me a package which turned out to
be six phials of Beetle Juice to keep him horny. He told me to keep the
room lights on when we were using him.

But first I had the problem of getting the horny naked white boy back to my
room – stopping off at the kitchens first to grab something for him to
eat.  Holding him by his erect white cock I pulled him out of the door and
down the corridor. Most of the boys were still in the refectory, so we only
passed a few on the way, and also two members of the teaching staff, who
seemed only too delighted to see us. I explained that I had been caning him
and of course they gave him a warning to behave himself in future. "Bugs"
Mbare who teaches us biology said, as he looked him over, that he was a
very fine specimen of Caucasian youth. He stroked his hair and to my
surprise kissed him full on the lips.  I took the opportunity to phone
Apollo and told him to expect us back there in half an hour.

In the kitchens all the cooks and assistants were all very keen to close to
him, which they did all of them. As they looked for some food for him I
gave him two doses of the Beetle juice in his lemonade. I wasn't sure he
needed it as he was still showing hard the whole time in front of the
ten-strong kitchen team – first the black cooks, and then their
boys. They treated him well – letting him sit on the chopping block and
giving him large portions of chicken and rice which he wolfed down
hungrily. He didn't seem to mind them giggling at his large erect white
cock, in fact it throbbed noticeably. When two of the kitchen lads gave it
a quick frig, Mathieu just kept on eating!

When we got to the second floor of Lumumba Hall, Apollo, my roommate met us
on the stairs and told me that technicians were still installing cameras in
our room.  he had been told we should take him to the Washrooms, where
cameras were already fitted, for a shower.  The showers are all communal –
with enough room for a dozen boys to shower together. Boys shower each
morning and I thought they would now be empty, but Atlas, in Swahili, said
a welcoming group of boys were already in there. He stroked the bulge in
his khaki shorts and replaced my hand on Mathieu's cock,for me to lead him
forward as he took up he rear.

There were about 20 boys in the shower and to be blunt every nigga seemed
to be working his black cock.  Atlas and I most definitely wanted to guard
the podwhite's hole for our own use that night, so we stripped off to take
him into the shower area ourselves. Whilst we were stripping a few naked
and very wet black boys of about his own age gathered around Mathieu and
started to have fun. He was pushed to his knees and a large teenage black
cock was in his mouth in no time. Another boy was already fingering his
white hole, while a friend took pictures.

Apollo and I, our engorged long dicks bouncing in front of us, pushed the
boys away and took our podwhite into the showers.  We were able to guard
his butthole but for the rest it was a free for all on him. Like jackels on
a Springbok. He was again pushed to his knees and we saw all the blacks
pushing up close and personal with their cocks into his face. One after
another they shot their loads into his mouth, standing back from time so
that the cameras could capture everything.  Then Apollo and I up-ended him
and, to jeers from the crowd, pushed the best part of a tub of Aqueous
Cream into his white-boy cunt, massaging it and working our fingers into
and up him. By the time I had finished I could get all my fingers in him up
to the knuckles.

His fucking half an hour later in my room was altogether a more private and
prolonged affair. Just me Atlas, and Apollo, with Mushi my junior
servant. We locked the door. We spit-roasted him with my own aching black
cock taking first place in his cunt.  It was wondeeful to slide my black
cock between those soft ivory butt-cheeks, slashed as they were by the
marks of the earlier caning I had given him. Boy was he still tight!  He
protested but Apollo slapping his face hard stopped that. Not that Apollo
was unkind. He had secured some poppers for us which had an amazing effect
on Mathieu. When Apollo pushed his poppers-soaked jock into the boy's face
my cock felt his tight hole immediately relax.  I slid the remaining seven
inches in slowly and easily and left the cock there for a while for him to
adjust. We got the naked young Mushi to push his five inch boner into his
mouth and he began to suck. Then, taking a long draw of poppers I moved in
and out,a consistent pumping action being established on the beautifully
striped white ass.  I fucked him for I suppose about twenty minutes. Then I
withdrew before cumming and Apollo's nine inch, hard, black poker took
over, with his trademark urgent and aggressive style, slapping the white
ass cheeks and calling him the filthiest of names in four languages.. I
pulled Mushi's chocolate lollipop out of the whiteboi's mouth and pushed my
cock in for cleaning.

That first session lasted about 2 hours during which time we had all shot
several loads into his hole. The three of us were all well-satisfied with
our initial work on him, and I did indeed bed him down on a mat under my
bed. Mushi found a sheet for him and then curled up in my bed with me, as
he habitually did, my cock between his soft boys'legs, and his nappy-topped
head resting on my chest.  The pretty black lad was tired to say the least,
but I was proud at the way the youngster had mastered the older whiteboy,
and fucked him so well. I soon fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

I awoke at about 3.00am to find Apollo dragging Mathieu out from under the
bed to fuck him again. Mushi woke as well, lifted himself off me he watched
and then went over to join in.  The lights stayed off this time, but I
could see everything in the moonlight from the window, Apollo's smooth
greased ebony cock entering and jamming into the groaning whiteboi again
and again. Mushi was at the head of the bed giving the boy more of his
chocolate lollipop. It was all giving me a furious hard-on. I went across
to Mushi, bent him over, stroked his sweet round butt cheeks, and
lubricated his hole with my spit. As my sweet young niggaboy continued to
be sucked, I slid my huge black cock into his young black hole. A few dozen
long deep strokes and I was shooting into him, as he shot his own boy-cum
in spurts into Mathieu's face. Tired and satisfied he came back to my bed
and cuddled up, kissing me on the lips and holding my cock. I placed my arm
around him and to the sound of Apollo's rhythmic fucking, and podwhite
moan,s we were soon asleep.


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