To Recap briefly:
The recuitment of Pod whites had to increase greatly to cope with the Emir's ambitions and soon there were fifty not twenty Podded whites at Ebony High. Other schools were getting equal numbers. Each Ebony High white boy now had the crossed scimitars of his kingdom tatooed on his stomach – always visible above the abbreviated Pod shorts, as well as the school's name and black power logo on his butt cheeks.
There were plans to open a branch of the school in the United Arab Emirates and trained Southern African white boys would be exported there. There were longer term plans to open in Brazil and Thailand, for the Latin American and Asian commercial markets; these would be up-market launches, targetting company CEOs and rich landowners who would be keen to get a PodWhite of their own, the latest craze and a must-have executive toy.
With the need to expand numbers of PodWhites some boys were inevitably recruited who resented, or couldn't adjust to, their outrageously subordinate role, the boys harking back to attitudes from the past. Some fought hard to resist - giving even greater pleasure to the black students placed in charge of correction!
Before they would have been thrown out. Now the demand for young white boy meat was high and retraining in a progessively harder way was introduced. Recalcitrant white boys were often sent to a local college for assessment and, if judged suffficient, a short sharp shock in re-education. This usually involved team beatings and more by black college students.
Where such methods were insufficient white boys were sent for six months or a year, or even indefinitely, to distant farms where they were used for manual labour or anything else that could be dreamed up – including hard team fucking by black farm labourers.
And now to continue:
One such location for intensive retraining of white boys, and an obvious Ebony High management option, even if distant in location – was the Stud and Cattle Ranch owned by Emir Amani, in a semi tropical zone, some 900 kilometres from the school,
Principal Musonda was taken by surprise, on an official visit to the Ranch, along with the 19 year old David Mtalo (the trainee-teacher who was in charge of the FAG-RIPOFF Programme), to be met at the Ranch gates by two small traps of the type that would normally be pulled by a pony. Each had a driver and one of the Emir's sons on board. The weather was swelteringly hot here – far hotter and more humid than the relatively mild climate enjoyed by Ebony High. In harness in each trap was not a pony, but a sweating, totally shaved and naked white boy – Santiago, an Argentinian crop-haired dark blonde with pronounced racist attitudes - and Brady, an archetypical Australian blonde surfer, the ultimate beach-boy, with white-blonde hair and a fine body, now totally exposed. Both previously International School transfers, they had been expelled from Ebony House to the ranch three months before. Both boys, despite hard school discipline, had not adjusted to life in Ebony High, and were in their different ways highly arrogant young whites– not accepting their Pod-roles, and needing a sound whipping, each and every time, before their black Pod members could achieve their goal of fucking them.
Now, the two humiliated"pony-boys" greeted the Principal and David deferentially. Both naked white boys, despite their very different national backgrounds, were well- muscled blond 18 yr olds, bronzed, sweating and glistening under the sweltering African sky. Both now sported white plumes attached to their blonde heads by a black headband, and a bell attached to their half-erect shaved white cocks, through Prince Albert piercings. They wore thick black leather cockrings which pushed their cocks up and out. Their nipples had been ringed, and from each hung a silk tassle of gold red and green. They had thick black boots and white knee length socks, but other than that their bodies were on full public view. Their strong white bronzed thighs were topped by somewhat whiter butts and their swinging, jingling white cocks. Their cockrings, and therefore their balls, were attached to a strong leather thong leading back to their young black driver.
Harnessed firmly to the traps by a leather body harness and cock harness, they stood naked, clothed only with shame, while the two well-dressed black visitors clambered aboard, each accompanied by one of the Emir's sons, each of the latter in sparkling white arab dress. The passengers settled themselves aboard in the comfortable cushioned seats, under the canvas canopies, looking straight at one of the whiteboys' red striped white butts, shining with sweat in the strong African sun. They each enjoyed an ice-cold beer, served by the pony-boys' young drivers, as the luggage was stowed behind them.
A bucket of water was thrown over each of the white boys to cool them down.
As the water dripped off their butts, the travellers noticed that each naked white boy butt was newly emblazoned with the Emir's crossed-swords coat of arms, tattooed in full colour across the two cheeks. The crossed swords in fact crossed at the boys' buttholes – drawing their eyes to that central point.
Then, without further ado, the white boys were whipped smartly into a trot by their drivers, the party setting out in fine style on the 2 kilometre drive to the ranch house. The sight of the white butts being occasionally whipped by the two young Zimbabwean drivers was most alluring, thought Musonda. David, in his trap, found the sight of the blonde Santiago, sweating and heaving, immensely stimulating, and was soon stroking his huge black dick trapped inside his tight blue jeans. Each of the young, very black, young drivers seemed no more than 16. They were in tight, knee length, white shorts and white t shirts, which clearly showed the shape and size of their cocks and the roundness of their young butts. Being physically slight and small, they each looked even younger than their age. They had been chosen, explained the Emir later, to limit the load the whiteboys had to pull – but an added factor was certainly to increase the whites' humiliation at being controlled and driven in public by such young black boys. The Emir also, they knew, had a particular liking for small black boys with large cocks!
The way back to the ranch house passed the farm school and a dozen young black boys came out to cheer them on. The traps, each carrying three blacks and luggage, were by this time getting heavier due to the incline. The black boys' whips were applied expertly and with precision to the white asses to encourage them up the final rise, as young black boys ran alongside. At the house the white pony-boys were brought to a quick stop by their "ball brakes", the straps attached to their cocks and balls, which were pulled back by their young drivers when they wanted an immediate halt.
David insisted on having his photo taken immediately, in front of each of the sweating panting white boys, when he dismounted – his tight blue jeans straining against his now fully erect black dick. Both pony boys were being hassled by the cheerful group of young black boys who had run up alongside them from the school, some of whom were pulling on their reins, others on their ball brakes. David took a close up of the youngsters in their school uniforms of blue shirts and short khaki shorts, smiling around the naked white pony-boys. Then he took close-ups of the white boys' trapped white cocks and red distended balls, just before another refreshing bucket of water was thrown over them. He sent the pics back immediately to Ebony High and to the university.
The Emir himself greeted them on the steps of the house and asked the young drivers whether the pony boys had behaved themselves.
"Black's Delight was no problem at all, said one of the young drivers as he handed the pony-boy over to an equally charming young black groom, but Black's Pleasure over there was still very moody on the way to the gate.
Musonda laughed as he realised the two PodWhite boys had new names.
"We'll go and visit them in the stables after dinner, and we will sort him out then," said the Emir. "He needs a good thrashing, He might be Argentinian but he's like English boy in that way, he needs regular whipping to get the best out of him, so get the restraints ready. We might as well do both of them while we are at it."
David looked at the boy now called Black's Pleasure and saw him tremble with fear. "Super!" he thought "I have to see that!"
"I've asked Bruno, with the stable boys and grooms, to put on a little show for us", he explained to Musonda. "Nothing too elaborate, just a little diversion after dinner."
Two long haired slim white boys, dressed only in tiny gold loincloths, appeared who Mr Musonda recognised immediately as two of Ebony High's first Pod whites, Colin and Jamey. They greeted him warmly kneeling in front of him,and Masonda introduced them to David. They both remembered David, having been fucked and whipped by him often, and they knelt in front of the handsome young black, and licked his shoes. Telling them to stand up straight, Musonda complimented them on achieving such suitable positions in the Emir's household. They both blushed charmingly and he noticed their loin cloths immediately slid aside to reveal hard white totally shaved cocks. David lifted each loincloth to examine the boys' cocks and balls more closely, weighing the cocks in his hand, and giving them a quick frigging. As they turned with the bags he felt their white butts, which had also now been tattooed most tastefully with the Emir's crossed swords coat of arms. They followed the white boys into the house, their white butts shining and obviously recently oiled....
David immediately took Jamey by his cock into his room........
At dinner three other young blonde boys in gold loincloths appeared and the guests, the Emir and the princes were served by all five of them. Musonda had never seen these white boys before, and was told they were bought from Nubian High just two weeks ago. In exchange for the three blond boys the Emir had provided three annual scholarships to local universities for the most promising black students.
Whilst they ate their roast pheasant and estate grown vegetables, accompanied by one of the finest South African Cabernet Sauvignons, the white boys stood at the side of each guest, their white cocks hopelessly erect as the black and arab diners fondled their butts. The elder prince told Vusi, the tall young Zulu wine waiter crisply dressed in tight black trousers, white shirt and black bow-tie, to remove their loincloths. He did so smiling, leaving them standing now stark naked. After they served the desert course the white boys discretely got under the massive oak table and each sucked a black or arab cock, changing over from time to time as the Emir clapped his hands.
As their cocks were being sucked the Emir expanded to his guests on his plans for the ranch. It would all be great fun, and also socially useful. An old slave quarters was being rehabilitated to house PodWhites who were no longer required by their schools or those who refused to adapt to the new order. Here they could be recycled into useful agricultural and domestic workers. A high degree of discipline would ensure compliance of even the most difficult cases.
"Tonight", he said, "you will meet Bruno and his team – its mainly they who have trained our pony-boys, and in just a few weeks at that."
The Emir sat back in his chair to view the bobbing young blonde head sucking on his long, hard, curved cock. "It's Jason isn't it?" The blonde head nodded and then said "Yes, Master!" in a timid voice.
"Well get up Jason, and help Vusi serve the cognac to my guests!"
The naked blonde boy gently removed his mouth from the turgid Arab member and carefully drew the Emir's gown back over it. He scrambled from under the table and, his surprisingly large white cock bobbing and jutting out from his slim bronzed body, he ran to help serve the cognac and chocolates. Vusi smiled at him, and patted him on his naked rump. He tweaked the boy's nipples as he gave him the tray of brandy glasses to take around.
"We will see the quarters tomorrow and take a ride around all the ranch buidings and down to the river. " said the Emir, watching the bollock-naked blonde boy helping the tall handsome Zulu. "That's a popular place for the locals to go for picnics, and bathing on Sundays, and they are always pleased to see us bringing visitors. This is a conservative society so women and girls are not allowed there. African males like to river-bathe naked and that's the way they do it there. The white pony-boys really love to go, because there they are surrounded by naked blacks. We allow them to get out of harness and bathe there too! We've had an open air pavilion built where the locals of all ages can enjoy the whiteboys in some comfort, and its really engaging to watch. It's quite demanding on the whiteboys, and stretches them, so to speak, to cope with their still developing role. Then of course the pony-boys will pull us all back – uphill unfortunately and we will certainly need to whip them."
This was more than David Mtalo could cope with, and he pushed his rock hard 10 inch black cock up to the balls into the blonde mouth that was now sucking him off. The white boy began to choke - he thought it might be Colin, but when he leant back and looked down it was one of the Nubian High white boys. They had been taught well by their school to handle large black dicks, thought David. The Emir noted the young black's obvious pleasure and smiled. Whoever had taken his cock had obviously swallowed it down, and carried on expertly sucking the black tool! David was getting quite agitated!
The two princes, who sat either side of David, pulled back his chair so they could all get a better view of his shining thick black cock and its blonde sucker; the boy looked up, his blue eyes seeking out who was watching, but he didn't stop for a moment deep-throating the huge shiny black dick. The princes released their own two blondes to join the work on the huge tumescent ebony tool. Prince Sidiki, the elder prince, undid David's belt and yanked the black's jeans and then his tight white underwear down to his feet. He motioned to one of the blondes to pull the jeans and briefs over David's feet. He unbuttoned the black's shirt, removed his bow tie, and stripped his torso – the magnificent black body was now totally naked, the way the arabs liked to see it.The princes' time in Ebony High had given them an insight into the huge sexual appetities of the young black trainee teacher – they knew his 10 inch black cock ruled the school's whites, and his whipping skills were no less impressive. The arab prince set one blonde to lick David's black balls, and the other two to take turns on the head of the massive tool. David Mtalo was not only naked but ecstatic – three blondes on him and everyone watching. His black prick leaked pre cum as the two blonde boys swirled their tongues around it, and he edged up into a standing position, the three young white boys kneeling in front of him. Prince Sidiki moved one of them round to lick and suck out David's hole, the prince opening up the black cheeks for the white boy to tongue the hole more deeply. The younger prince pulled up one of the cock-sucking blondes and lay him face down over the table, spreading his legs to give David a perfect target. The nigga dick took the Nubian High white boy in two thrusts, his yell reaching the kitchens where the African cooks laughed, coming to the kitchen door to see the white boy impaled over the table by the muscular naked black visitor. Another white boy was to be seen licking out the visiting buck's glossy black ass as he rammed his huge teenage black tool into the prostrate white boy. The two young arab princes were standing to one side, smiling and chatting together as they watched the black buck take his blonde prey, their thick arab cocks being gently massaged by Vusi, the Zulu wine waiter.
The kitchen staff all watched fascinated until David shot a huge load of his teenage nigga hot cum deep into the blonde boy, his thrusts causing havoc on the table with plates, glasses and cutlery falling to the floor. Watching the naked black buck ramming the whiteboy ass, the Emir shot off into the mouth of Colin, one of his ex-Ebony High white boys. The other boy, Jamey, was servicing his former Principal, sucking his large black tool down to the balls. Principal Musonda had just shot his load into the white boy's mouth as Prince Sidiki came over and pushed his royal teenage arab cock into Musonda's mouth, the arab boy for the first time making use of his school Principal, his teen juice rising quickly to splash over the startled African's face.
It had never happened before, that one of his pupils had, uninvited, pushed his cock into his mouth, let alone cum in his mouth and over his face. Still, Musonda reasoned, the boy was a prince, his Daddy did own the school, and the boy's juice tasted good! Clearly Arab rule had taken over from black rule thought Musonda – at least here on the Emir's ranch. He could now see that the Arab royals saw the blacks as owned studs – higher than the whites, but still their subjects. He looked up to see the younger prince smiling at him, and pulling on his cock, as he watched his brother's juice tracking down the Principal's black face.
The Emir also watched, amused and fascinated, carrying on as if nothing unusual was happening.
"It was Bruno's idea to make an ordeal out of the ride back from the river, and that finally broke in both Aussie Boy and Santiago in one afternoon" the Emir went on. As Musonda wiped the arab boy cum from his face, he continued his explanation of how things were done at the ranch....
"We loaded their traps up with naked black youngsters from the river, probably each of my sons and their carriage boys had six or seven black teenagers with them behind each pony-boy, and we had the whites pull the overloaded traps back. Of course they needed help and encouragement, so we gave two of the black youngsters whips, so that there was help for the two carriage boys in terms of lashing the white butts. I think that explains how they made it.
Both of the strong wayward white boys broke down in tears when they arrived, and then they were fucked, still in harness, by the young blacks who they themselves had pulled up the hill. Sweet!
They never forgot the exhaustion, the pain and humiliation. We have never had any trouble since, though we do ensure they do the river run at least once a week. As I said, we try to get all our whiteboys on to the run – its really good for them, and gives endless entertainment to the black workers here."
"I have had six more traps built – so the white boys who are sucking now can all have some fresh air and take us down there tomorrow. When your two black bucks, Christophe and Le Roy, come up here with Thierry and the other PodWhites next month, we can make sure that those Ebony High white rascals, who have such an easy time, also get a chance of becoming pony-boys! It will be a good chance too for Christophe and Le Roy to develop their punishment skills and widen their routine. We intend to put them all up in the Slave quarters, with Christophe and le Roy using the Overseers cottages."
The Emir meandered on with his description of the delights of the ranch:
"The traps, you know, were originally rickshaws from India – but we adapted them to make them more comfortable, and increased the normal passenger capacity from 2 to 4. Then with the canopies we have installed they are a commodious and environmentally-friendly transport on the ranch. We intend to train many more pony-boys of course and are looking for young white males on the net, as well as rejects from local secondary schools.
We have already hired them out to local black farmers – only last week four of the pony-boys were used to transport guests to a wedding on a neighbouring farm, and took the bride and groom away to the station for their honeymoon. It was a most charming sight.
We find English boys the best, in many ways, for such duties, as long as they are properly disciplined, They really do need a beating from time to time to give of their best, but all of the black workers here like to have go at helping with that, so its not really a problem, Nevertheless I see a need for an elite group of trainers or overseers, building on what Bruno has achieved. They must be young, muscled, big-dicked black studs. Like Bruno, and David here, and indeed Christophe and Le Roy would fit the bill– proud of their masculinity and proud also to show it off. All of our programmed discipline sessions of our white boys are carried out by Bruno and his team proudly naked – showing off their fine black bodies and tools"
"Well, talking of white boys and beating them, that brings me to tonight's entertainment. Gentlemen, if you have finished for the time being we can make our way to the barn, where I can promise you now something rather special before bed. Oh, and do choose which of these young white rascals you want as a bedwarmer, you're both quite welcome to have two each if you wish. They will come over with us, and share in the entertainment!"
Prince Sidiki had Vusi remove David's clothes to his room. He wanted the beautiful hung black buck to remain naked for tonight's entertainment. He clipped a leash to the black's cock and balls, and handed the end to his younger brother....
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