White Sunset -- the Boy
Caesar Mabonga, at 35 and unmarried, CEO of one of the major banks, had three exPod whites of his own, but one he regarded as his Trophy Whiteboy. Boys, black boys white boys he liked it all, but owning such a prime white boy gave him a particular thrill. He renamed the tall muscular 18 year old blond "White Sunset", and he had his new name tatooed over his nipples and on his butt -- much nicer than his previous name of Nicholas. He took him to the office with him each day dressed only in a gold linked collar, a gold cock ring, gold earrings and gold nipple rings. Unusually for a white boy he had a long cock -- it was 8 inches hard. A small black silk loin cloth was sometimes put on him in public areas, but in his mansion home, on his farm, in the car or the office, the boy was always naked, his long cock kept in a state of almost permanent erection by Caesar's fun loving, attentive black servants.
Each day the boy's blonde hair was washed and groomed, he was kissed and cuddled like the pet he was, and his body wholly shaved daily, other than a small neat triangle of blonde hair over his cock. His body was oiled and perfumed three times a day, and his white-boy butthole lovingly lubricated and stretched by two young black grooms who had responsibilities over bathing, shaving diet and exercise routines not only for White Sunset but for the two other white boys in the stable, Black Dawn and Black Pleasure. The three white boys became a regular sight being run naked on the estate by their two grooms on motorbikes. Relatively light discipine was exercised over them by the younger black stable boys, who had small switches for the purpose attached to the belts of their shorts. Sometimes one of the whiteboys had been known to "rear in his loosebox" when he was being stretched and lubricated, and a sharp application of the switch by his young black groom was all that was needed.
Mr Mabonga loved the use of horse-related terms in talking about his white "pony-boys", hence their keepers were grooms, their rooms, under the roof on the 2nd floor were "the stables", and each of the small rooms was their loosebox. There was a large grooming room,with a viewing gallery for 20, where the boys could be attached to trestles and tables for viewing and inspection, and for discipline. There were three mobile pieces of medical equipment where each whiteboy could be upended on his back with his legs well spread, for shaving, lubrication and enlargement. As he was last to be shaved, and required intensive enlargement, White Sunset was often left on this equipment as the grooms had their lunch. Their friends would pop in for a chat and have a laugh at the expense of the up-ended legs-spread whiteboy
From time to time, at the end of term, groups of boys from the estate school were invited to view the grooming processes from the gallery. If the group was very good they would be invited down, with their teacher, to look over the intimate parts of White Sunset more closely. A high point was if and when he discharged, positioned as he sometimes was with his legs completely over his head, he sometimes ended up shooting himself in the face. For some reason this always seemed to happen when a group of playful boys were getting to know him.
Caesar Mabonga's young black chauffeur, Enrico, ensured the boy was strapped into the Mercedes when Mr Mabonga left the mansion, his blonde head secured so that Mr Mabonga's large black cock could be properly licked and sucked during the 30 minute trip. Then, once at the offices, he led him up on a leash to the penthouse suite, in the express non-stop lift, after he had dropped Mr Mabonga at the front entrance, and garaged the car in the underground car-park. The other drivers and security guards were always keen to get a look at the White Sunset boy. They often hung around in a small group in the car park and came up to the Mabonga parking bay when security alerted them the car was coming down. Nicholas always had a welcome group of anything between 4 to 6 blacks when he was unstrapped from the car by Enrico. They stood around the door, feeling their nigga dicks as he stood there naked. Not a word was said to him. If Enrico was in a hurry, a good look at his naked body was all they got, but if Enrico had time for a chat before he led the boy away, the drivers would get their dicks out and casually feel the white boys long cock, tweak his nipples or stroke his butt. Sometimes the younger security guards would jack off just watching him. Nicolas found the drivers' casual use of him and their talk of him as a pet or prize animal intensely erotic. His cock, which he was never allowed to touch without permission, was hard and dripping with pre cum in the middle of the group of young blacks. On one occasion Mr Mabonga found some grease (or engine oil?) on White Sunset's balls after they had handled him, and that created a huge row for the hapless chauffeur. Mabonga was so far into thinking of the boy as a pet that he ddn't think to ask him what had happened. The white boy was there as a dumb animal, a beautiful one, and useful too, but you wouldn't expect a horse, a puppy or a pet cat to tell you what happened, would you?
Once in Mr Mabonga's office White Sunset spent most of the time under Mabonga's desk servicing his large black dick. He was brought to orgasm three or four times a day in the white boy's mouth, and people he might be talking to at the time put it down to serious indigestion. When Mr Mabonga had meetings White Sunset stood behind him, in a small gold silk loincloth, until called on to deal with coffees, biscuits, papers and other office routine. It drove the young blacks around the table mad with lust, especially when his shaved white cock swelled and poked out into full erection as he looked at them.
If Mr Mabonga was away from the office and wanted White Sunset delivered to the office ahead of him, things could be a little different. On one occasion the chauffeur, Enrico, had let the boy be fucked by two young black drivers over the hood of the Mercedes in the car park. On another, a group of drivers used him for two hours in the driver's rest room. Once upstairs, in Mabonga's absence, word got out quickly that White Sunset was unguarded, and Enrico could always, for a fee, tell them when the car and therefore the boss was returning. Everyone from the post boys to the senior auditor rammed huge hard black dicks into him as he, protesting but helpless, was fucked up against the wall, over the sofas, on the floor, and spit roasted over Mabonga's desk, all before the great man arrived. On one occasion Nicholas counted 14 nigga dicks take him before his master arrived.
The two young grooms of course fucked him and the two other white boys quite regularly -- usually when they were being exercised, bathed and shaved. They were authorised by Mr Mabonga to keep them well enlarged and lubricated, and what better way was there to do it? After a while, Mr Mabonga would sometimes come to watch and to have his black cock sucked by White Sunset or another boy as the pony-boy was fucked. At times he didn't get sucked, but brought one or two black guests to enjoy what was then turned into quite a spectacle, with the three white pony boys, white asses up, in a line waiting to be fucked.
The two young black grooms particularly enjoyed riding two of the pony boys together, and changing riders. At home, and on the farm, the black staff took every opportunity to ride them. All the whites were fair game but White Sunset was a particular prize. This was certainly not always authorised by Mr Mabonga, and neither were the night visits The second floor was locked at night but Mr Mabonga normally retired early with one or two of his white ponies. The grooms both had keys for the stable, and unlocked the rooms for colleagues in return for a small present. Typically, perhaps twice a week, White Sunset would be sleeping when he would feel hands on his cock and balls, or a finger enter his hole. A few times he woke to a black dick trying to find it way into his mouth in the dark. Then the lights would go up and he would see who it was. Sometimes it was kitchen boys, sometimes only the chauffeur. The garden boys and the cleaners tended to come together, especially on Fridays when they had been paid.There were others who must have been neighbours or friends -- they certainly weren't on the staff. He could really only tell the difference before they started. Then they tended to push his face into the pillow and he concentrated on their large urgent cocks. He could often hear slaps and groans from the other rooms when the other white ponies were being ridden hard.
It was strange. The one nigga-dick that rarely fucked them was Mr Mabonga's. He was a very oral person.
The highlight for Nicholas, or White Sunset was when he had to serve at dinner for Mr Mabonga's guests. Then he was the admired ornament, or the figure of fun and mockery, but always The Real Centre of Attention. Nothing much happened to him at the table, but he was patted and stroked, his cock and balls were weighed in their hands, and very occasionally he was jacked off for their amusement. He waited at table for mixed sex, but almost always only black groups. The only whites who ever came were white wives or partners of Mabonga's friends. These white women seemed to enjoy him hugely, and handled his cock more than the blacks. They were also vocal in wanting him fucked by multiple black cocks.
After dinner, after he had served coffee and brandies, one of the young grooms usually arrived and leashed him, laid him out on the coffee table, butt up, where he was soundly fucked by the groom or by one, two or three selected black servants -- usually the biggest dicked niggas in the household.
For Nicholas his enslavement in the Mabonga household was something he had adapted to quickly. When he had been sold by his Pod at the age of 18 it had been a shock. But he had few options other than unemployment. Unlike many Podwhites leaving school there had been no advertisement in PodNews that he was for disposal,euphemistically termed "redeployment". No interviews with other prospective "employers". The Principal of Nubian Academy for Boys had done the whole thing privately. Mr Mabonga shown up with his PA at a Pod meeting and had inspected him and stayed to see him perform. Then the deal was done. Nicholas's parents had signed with no problem, they received a large cash inducement and didn't want him home especially with no job or prospects. Mabonga had additionally gifted to the school, grants to the rugby, athletics, and basketball junior, middle and senior teams. Something like 160 boys had new strip and kit, and improvements were made to the gymnasium and changing rooms and showers. Plus every member of his Pod, thirty boys in all, was given a new state of the art mobile phone. Then the white boy was to be shipped off.
In the weeks before he left school the boys had delighted in telling Nicholas that their new kit had been given to them in payment for him. He was taken four times to the changing rooms, where the boys were issued their new shirts, socks and shorts, trainers and boots -- even new jock straps -- and ordered to help them change. He was stripped naked by them, as he helped the black boys into their kit -- made to ease black dicks, balls and butts into their new jocks and shorts, and photographed naked with the teams. Nicholas has described his life changing experience in his own words:
"I thought about it. That all those boys in new shorts and vests owed their new kit, even the jocks supporting their black balls, to selling me. It was my white-boy cunt, as they called it, that they were selling."
"I thought that my new employment would be much easier -- with only one rich black man to serve. But in practice it was far from that. In the stables, in my loosebox, I was usually bedded down by my groom at about 11.00, after he had fucked me. I have been here now 2 years and have had a succession of horny black grooms. My present groom, Nelson is a Zimbabwean boy of only 16, but he has a very large thick black cock, which I find very enjoyable. I am told he was recruited primarily because of his sweet boyish face and body, and his huge dick which Mr Mabonga wanted to stretch my hole. Mr Mabonga enjoys seeing the young black boy control his prize 20 year old white pony, and often watches the full grooming. Both he and Wellington, a Malawian of the same age who is the other groom, get to fuck all three white pony-boys, both at night when we are bedded down and during the morning grooming. Normally Nelson has me in the evening and Wellington during the morning grooming, though quite often both grooms will take turns on me during the morning session. I enjoy their young black cocks very much in the morning, as they take a lot of care to ensure that I climax during the fucking."
"Nelson, more than any other groom, treats me exactly as if I am a horse. When he fucks me, between the white cheeks of my ass, tattooed "White Sunset", he says not a word, he strokes my thighs and stomach, saying "Steady Boy!". He even feeds me a sugar lump straight into my mouth after he has filled me with his young black boy cum.
On "Discipline Days" - usually at the end of every month on a Friday at 4.00pm.-- I am led out into the kitchen yard and tied to my whipping post. Julien (Black Dawn) and Jason (Black Pleasure) the other two white ponyboys are tied similarly to other posts. There we are smartly smartly whipped, me usually by Nelson, in front of all the kitchen and domestic staff and their families.
They are given soft drinks, hamburgers and icecreams, while I am tied to one of the posts naked waiting for my whipping. There is a lot of laughter and joking -- it's a high point for their week. After a long wait, while the staff and families are drinking and eating, the other two white boys are whipped first. White Sunset is the climax of the evening and often the crowd has finished their snacks and is close around me, laughing and joking. Mr Mabonga usually watches from a podium, and whether or not he is there he insists the whipping is not too hard. Any permanent damage and the grooms will pay for it by being thrashed themselves. Mr Mabonga is actually not a violent or sadistic man. But he was told by the schools where he bought his white boys that English boys needed and loved discipline and humiliation. He therefore made sure we got it. The main purpose is to achieve painful humiliation of the white ponies in front of the black servants and their children. This is the only reason why he insists that the younger children are seated closest around the whipping posts. Nelson laughs and jokes with them as he wields the switch on my white ass and handles my tool and balls. He gives them turns, and asks them whether I should get more. Their answer is always a shouted "Yes!!".
"I am always glad that Friday evening is over!"
"The other black who uses me regularly is Enrico the chauffeur. He picks me up each morning in the Stables and takes me to whichever Mercedes is being used that day. He straps me in, in the garage so I can suck Mr Mabonga off during the journey to the office, and its before he straps me in that he usually fucks me. I almost always have him cumming in my ass before we get the car to the front door. On the journey I can feel Enrico's cum oozing from my ass as I am sucking Mr Mabonga, and swallowing his dick and sometimes tasting his thick sweet cum.
Enrico, once Mr Mabonga has been dropped off, always phones security in the underground car park to let them know we are coming, so that by the time he is unstrapping me there is always a group of black drivers and black security around the car. They sometimes jeer at me when I am pulled out of the car, grabbing me by the cock and balls, and trying to jack me off. I am at best jostled as I am led on the leash naked all the way to the elevator. If Mr Mabonga is away then we have often stayed in the garage where some of the drivers and security men have fucked me over the car; once they layed me out on the floor for all of them to piss over me. They've done a lot of stuff to me, some of which has been pretty rough. I know they enjoy bullying me and dominating me. Enrico just lets them. Only Nelson, when he has been with me, has restrained them and protected me.
This is now my life, and on balance, I enjoy it. My body, my white ass, even my white cock and balls are the central point of the Mabonga household. I am the focal point for the office and family in terms of the blacks' pleasure in using and abusing a white boy. Literally hundreds of black cocks discharge on me or in me each month. For the black women and children I am a treasured shared possession, a fun part of their lives. Their laughter as I am fucked or whipped is, in a real sense, a source of pride for me. White Sunset is an integral part of the new world of black dominance - and I have found my true place in that world.
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