Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2010 03:22:12 -0800 (PST) From: pat roberts 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. * * * * * * * The Pod meeting continues in the next episode. Let me have any feedback please, and thanks for those who send it. Its very useful to me. Next episode follows soon. philip_effiong@ yahoo.com