Black sperm engines
This essay involves _s_e_x_ between interracial males and it also contains S/M scenes about black slaves. I'm not a racist, the purpose of writing the essay is just for fun. If you are offended by the scene please let me not to continue. Instead, if you like the story please feel free to drop me a line, it may encourage me to continue to write. Have fun. (s/m, humid, m/m, inter, CBT, enema...)
PART I Chapter 1:Big balls My father was a rich slaveholder and he owned a large plantation named "B. S.E". And I think it's one of the largest ones in the south. There are about six hundred of black slaves, about five hundreds of them are muscular black males. What makes our so famous is not just for it's vast scale. It's actually a torture center providing obedient muscular black males for wealthy sadists who are tired of their fussy wives Father thought it's a more profitable business than cotton and tobacco. We all think our business is the best business in the world because it's full of fun when you order a big black chunk to do anything you want and punish him severely at your wish, and also you can make a lot of money from the "B. S.E" service.(Curious about 'B. S.E' ?, then please continue reading...) I'm the youngest one of my family. Though I have three "gunnies" brothers, I think father love me most. Father's pre-wife born him there sons and was killed one day by a slave. Father remarried and born me. So I'm his little sweetheart. What we like most is to torture black slaves. Always we ordered a muscular black to stand still and then hang him from a tree or let him bend over a bench and whipped his back and muscle-firmed ass harshly with a heavy cowskin or a heavy cudgel. The slave was not allowed to move even a muscle, and they must keep quiet and hold still during the punishment to show their obedience. If they let out a cry or try to struggle then he would be taken to the woodshed and there would be his _s_e_x_ual hell... Before we go deep into the real part, let me tell you the outline of our plantation. Our plantation is divided into two parts---the training center and reproductive center. The training center is the main part, its function is to produce cotton and tobacco, but its main function is to be a training center which provides various black males for wealthy sadist who have yearned for punishing muscular black males for years. Almost all males are in training center, only those who are over forty years old are sent to reproductive center where they are forced to have _s_e_x_ with muscular black females almost 20 times a day. Father think it's a good way to reproduce more muscular slaves. There are strict rules in both two centers. For example, in training center all black males are half naked all year around. They were only allowed to wear a thin and half-transparent white pans. After all "underwear" or "boxes" are not words for slaves. We think it's so convenient to punish them when they make a mistake or when we just want to have a fun. When the sweaty muscular niggers are working arduously in the cotton field, you can just ride on the horseback and enjoy their black muscles. Every now and then we made them work while butt plugs deep in their assholes. Every morning and night they accept their ordeal training and every Saturday they will be at 'B. S.E' show, and that's the best part this story...... One day one of my brother Tim was punishing a black male named Johnson, he ordered the naked muscular nigger to stand tall, and began whipped his back and ass hard. After about ten merciless lashes the helpless black began to run away to try to avoid the whipping instead of standing still. The black guy dear to rock the boat that really made Tim angry. We took Johnson to the woodshed and father asked me go along to learn a lot about how to domesticate a disobedient slave and make him suffer a lot without injuring him too much. He also promised me a surprise because tomorrow I will be fifteen years old. In the woodshed Tim ordered Johnson bend over a wooden horse and then strapped him firmly in place with his legs widely open. Then my three brothers began to take turns to whip Johnson's tight anus. Johnson bellowed and writhed every time the whip right hit the target. And the poor guy got ten extra lashes on his asses for each forbidden scream. The hot game continued until the poor guy's ass was bleeding. The helpless slave sweated, bucked, screamed, and trembled continuously, and begged his masters to stop. But father said due to his youth and muscularity the torture would be rather intense and long. While Tim tortured the guy's asses and anus, father took in a bucket of hot salty water and poured the wa ter all over Johnson? s bleeding asses. The poor black screamed wildly and began to struggle, but with his hands and ankles strapped firmly, there's no way to escape. The intense pain almost made him loss consciousness. "Y ou _f_u_c_k_ing nigger" "will you be a obedient slave or want you ass hurt more?" "Yep, master, I will be obedient, pleaseplease don't whip my asshole any moreit's hurt so much." "Hurt? A nigger also knows hurt?" Tim giggl ed as gave Johnson a hard lash on his ass. The poor guy with his muscle-firmed ass bleeding sobbed like a baby begging his masters for mercy. "Okay boys, let's see if this _f_u_c_k_ing slave has learned a lesson to be obedient " Father said and walk to a shelf and from one cabinet he took out a string of large red balls, the size of each is as large as a tennis ball. "Randy, would you like to help father insert these five large balls up this b ad guy's ass?" My God, I can't believe my ears. I've been dreaming this for years. A bareheaded naked black male bend over with his asshole displayed in full view waiting for me to insert these large balls at my will. I h esitantly took them, and place the first one against Johnson's big anus and slowly pushed it in with both my hands. The poor guy moaned loudly and continually as I use all my strength to force the ball to completely invad e into his cavity. "Shut up, _f_u_c_k_ing asshole, want more lessons?" Tim gave him a hard slash on his sweat-coated backside. The helpless slave sealed his mouth tightly and endured the unbelievable pain and tried to hold sti ll to get through the hellish ordeal. With the five of balls stretched his bowel. The mouth shut beef guy began to sweat, spasm, and quiver uncomfortably. "Hold still you stupid _f_u_c_k_ing asshole. Do you dear to rock the bo at again? Do you feel good now? I think you like big balls up you _f_u_c_k_ing asshole." "Oh, no master, pleaseplease take it out, just take it out, I will be you obedient slave, please" While he took his tearing punishment , my own hard-on was dripping precum. Father smiled at me while noticing my bulge in my crotch and Said "Don't be impatient Randy, I will let you in charge of this soon..."
Chapter 2: pluck up weeds About after twenty minutes Johnson spend in his anguish. Father took just one ball out of his well-tortured asshole and left the rest still in his bowel and then freed him from the wooden horse and ordered him to stand at an attention. The muscular black stood there with his bruise-covered ass and backside and a big red ball hang out of his asshole waiting for further torment. Johnson was absolute a black magic, broad and rounded shoulder , well-developed chest and arm muscles. And especially the 10-inch dick and the broad, circumcised glans. His two big testicles were hung so low that it's just for a better grip. "Randy, tomorrow you will be eighteen yea rs old , I give you Johnson as you birthday gift. After today's punishment he will be yours. Do you like it? "Yep, dad.. Can I let him do anything I want?" "Sure you can, as a matter of fact you are his master, and he mus t do anything you want. You can punish him if he disobey you order. But first of all, I must make sure you can handle this big stupid at your will. Do you want to have a try? " "Yep, thank you dad, you are so kind. I will make him a really obedient dog." I stepped in front of Johnson and shouted, " I don't want a nigger with so many pubic hairs. Do you know what's 'pluck up weeds'? "Yep, master." "OK, I now give you 10 minutes to pluck out your pubic hairs clean. Got it? I shouted loudly. "Each time you pull out a hair you should put it in you mouth and swallow it. During this time I will check your body condition. Now climb that table and let's begin the game 'pluck up weeds'" With a big ball hang out of ass Johnson walk awkwardly to the table a climbed onto the it. At my order the poor black slave began to jerk his own public hair desperately and swallowed his own dirty hair heavily. At the same time I took out a brush from a draw of the table and grabbed his left ankle and shouted "I will test your reflex and you are not allowed to move a muscle, or I will insert that big ball back up y ou ass. Got it?" I grabbed his ankle firmly and began to brush his left foot bottom mercilessly. With this torment the poor guy completely breakdown. I took a whip with my another hand, and each time he withdrawn his left foot from the cruel scrape I would whip his right foot bottom. The brutal torment lasted for about 10 minutes that Johnson must think it's an hour. I freed Johnson's ankle and went to the table to check Johnson's private part. The poor guy with a pubic hair still on his lips lay there to recover from the hellish ordeal. I examined his crotch carefully and was eager to find an unclean area. Finally I schadenfreudly to tell Johnson he had left out a short hair. That means he must be punished for this.
Chapter 3:Marathon I made him stand at an attention again, and let him open his mouth to check if he had swallow all of his pubic hairs into his stomach. I walked to the shelf and took out a tit string and slapped his nipples hard until the y stood out straightly and then snapped each end of the string on each of his firm and rounded nipples. He grasped when I attached a little weight on the tit string. And then I jerked the ass string for a while. "Do you k now what mistake you has made?" "Yes, I was disobedient when you punished me." "You must repay for you behavior For the next two hours you will run round the plantation, and for each step you feet will hurt much, and that big ball left out of you ass will hit your nuts hard. The weight on your tit string will rip your firm nipples almost off your beautifully formed pecs." We took him out of the woodshed for the "marathon". With the big ba ll hitting his big nuts each step and with his tit weight and the big ball bounced forth and back for each time the helpless Johnson ran around the plantation awkwardly. Father proudly look at me and said:" I proud of you, son. You really had a hand on that stupid asshole." I think I should let you join the "B. S.E" business a. s.a. p."But dad, what's that mean?" "'B. S.E' stands for 'Black s perm engines' it's a group of muscular black males tortured severely for letting wealthy sadists have fun. You know son, black males have muscular bodies and huge dicks and testicles, they have big nasty feet and rounded a sses, and their well-developed muscles are full of strength. Especially they have long endurance and incredible _s_e_x_ual desires." "Our ?B. S.E? business is to providing such obedient black slaves for wealthy people. Every S aturday, a lot of wealthy people come here for the "slave punished show", after the show they can pay for a slave for private torment. And there also have a banquet at evening, in the banquet all the black sperm engines w ill be forced to shout heir sperm right into their master's plates. These wealthy people believe the sperm is a natural healthy food, and it can extend their _s_e_x_ual lives and make them live even longer." "From tomorrow yo u can help me train these slaves for ?torment show? since you really have ways to deal with these stupid guys." "Oh, dad, I ?d like to, I won't let you down."
Chapter 4: Handstand and hot wax After Johnson? s two-hour torment, I ordered him to put on a loose white pans with those ass beads still in place. I led him into my family? s big house and showed him his room, and told him from then on he don? t need to wo rk in the cotton fields, instead, he is my personal servant. He was not allowed to wear anything except that loose, transparent white pans. If there is nobody except he and me, he? d keep naked or he'd be punished. I led h im up the stairs and into his room, that ?s really a torment dungeon. I had set up this room for years hoping that one day I can put it into use. Now, my dream eventually come true. But I thought what Johnson saw must mak e his blood run cold. There are a bed, a desk, and a shelf full of horrible things Such as whips, various ass toys, clips, tit clamps, enema bags, rubber hoses, lots of candles, brushes, glass rods, metal rods, tit strin gs, weights, ass beads, matches, lighters, several boxes of pins, tacks, brands, wooden horse and other kinky devices. "Want me to take those balls out?" "Oh, yes master, please" "Strip naked and face the wall and stand at an attention. Then make a handstand with your big ass towards me." The poor guy obeyed, I ordered him to bend his kne es a bit so that his firmly rounded ass could project out prominently for a better swat; and spread his legs a bit open so that his private parts can be easily accessed. I then grabbed the string, and slowly tug it, just as a ball would slide out, I would hold the string and suddenly freed my hand and let the ball slide back in place heavilyand Johnson grunted for each such tug. I played his ass for 10 minutes, and finally gave him four hard jerks and withdrew all the balls out from his ass. The muscular nude almost fell ground due to the hard jerk. With a birch in hand, I began to whip his muscular thighs and sweat-covered back. Bruises and swells appea red all over his black firmed body. Such torment continued till I feel my arms a little ache. I went to shelf and took a thick a candle, I insert the candle into his asshole and told him to tighten his splinter. " You'd b etter squeeze you asshole or if the candle slide into your belly, you will have to take it out by yourself, I don't want to stick my arms into a nigger's nasty asshole." I lighted the candle and said "Have a good time fee l the hot wax drops on your ass and your backside. I then took a box of pins I insert 10 pins on each of his arms and shoulders. "This can intense the pain on your arms and shoulders, and then ...... " Randy, Randy are you in ..." someone knocked at the door. I opened the door and father stood at the doorway with a smile on his face. "Seem you have a good time with you new slave." " Come with me, I've got a new black magic, but he is a litt le stubborn and your three brutal brothers only know to use whip to cope with his insubordination. I don't want to injure my new slave before the "B. S.E. Show. Maybe you can show you brothers your ability. After all, one d ay you will be the owner of plantation "B. S.E". "Oh, I love you dad, I won't let you down." "I love you too, son." "Dad, wait a minute, I walk to the shelf and take a bag ( a bag full of kinky toys) and shouted to Johnson "keep in that position and enjoy the pain. If I find you take a chance to rest the next punishment will be even more painful. Got it ? I will be back before the candle burn up." The poor guy twist his ass as hot wax drop ped on his muscular ass cheek and backside." "Keep still, you _f_u_c_k_ing nigger, you will put out the fire before I come back ....."
Chapter 5: Interrogate We went outside, a black man was bounded against a tree. My brothers waved their cowskin and shouted, "Are you a run away slave? And are your name is called 'Tony', you escaped from James's plantation, right? " Although t hey waved their whip hard, the strong guy still shut up his mouth and refused to answer any question. "May I have a try, dad?" "Sure, my son." My brothers stared at me with great hostility. After all it's me spoiled their torturous prey. I ask father to let brothers to help me as assistants. I told brothers to free the slave from the tree. With brothers sized his arms and twisted them behind his back, I took a thorough exam of my prey. Th e slave is about 5'11, 220lbs, very black ,especially he has a pair of large feet. He has a 9-inch cut dick with a smooth and shiny mushroom. I pinched his rounded shoulder muscle, and then he muscular biceps. I messaged his having chest and then I took a pair of pincers with long handles. I cramped his firm chest muscle and squeezed the handle with all my strength. The slave screamed loudly and tears come to his eyes. I grabbed a handful of his pubic hair and jerked them all out and shouted "Tell me your name, Are you a runaway slave?" The naked black swung his head back and forth in anguish and tried to flounce from the firm grip. But there is no way to escape. "You should learn to be obedient." I jerked another handful pubic hair from his well-tortured crotch. After several hard jerks like this the poor guy's crotch was as clean as that of a boy. The poor guy grunted a nd moaned as tears flowed along his cheeks. Although the intense pain on his crotch the guy just held his head high and kept his mouth shut as a dummy. "Seem a stubborn masculine one? But let see whether your genital is a s stubborn as you too." I grabbed his thick 9-inch dick and messaged it until it's rock hard, and then rubbed his glans and the piss hole with my thumb roughly. The poor guy moaned loudly and tried his best to fight his d ick down. "You have a thick dick, how about insert something through this lovely piss hole, my stubborn asshole?" I took a steel rod which is about 25 inch long and as thick as a pencil from my torture bag. I grabbed his 9-inch thick dick with one hand, then placed the rod end against the opening of his piss slit and was eager to shove it in. The poor guy bucked out loudly " No, no take it away, take it away from me or I will kill you..." "Then you are not a dummy. But you should learn to respect you master." With a complacent smile I slowly inserted the steel rod into his genital. It's shoved so deep that I thought the end was right against his bladder. The stubborn black completely collapsed, he bucked, sweated, bellowed, and tried to withdraw. Veins stood out all over his having chest, cold sweat covered his well abused chest." Oh, my god, you are killing me, take it out, please I beg you, I tell you everything ,do everything you want, just take it out, pleasemaster..." "Tell me your name, _f_u_c_k_ing asshole, and are you a runaway slave?" "My name is Tony. I'm belong to my master ?James?, but I? m not a runaway slave I'm a free one." "You are free slave? Seem you want another lesson." I took out a lighter from one of my pocket, and began to heated the remaining of the steel rod. The poor guy began to wiggle and scream continually. "Stop, stop please, II am aam. m a runaway slave, pleasestop" I moved the lighter away, smiled at my brothers complacently. "So, you will never be disobedient, huh? But I think it maybe too late ""Due to your disobedience you must be punished severely ,very severely, a slave like you deserve this""Listen, you are not allowed to take that steel rod out without order. I like see your thick dick being inserted. Due to your masculinity I think you can finish 1000 push-ups in twenty minutes." "Oh, no master, I can't that's too hard..." "Shut up, you _f_u_c_k_ing slave you are my whole slave, you must do exactly what I told you or...I don't care what do think and feel. If you left out 100 push-ups without being finished. I will use my belt to slap you dick for 100 times with that steel rod in place. The more you left out the more slaps you will get on your big ugly dick, understand?" "Now, do it!!! ..." "Brothers, can you two in charge of this for me, I have to go back to check my gift father give me." I can see the pleasure in their eyes as I gave them such a good errand. (To be continued) It's the First part of my long story, each part contains five chapters. The next part will be more intense and interesting. If you have some suggestion, please feel free to drop me a line to: braveheart_sm@hotmail. com And now it's time to take hands away from your crotch. Ha, Ha...
(Part II) Chapter 6: Enema after hot wax (preview) I went back to Johnson's room, the poor guy still kept in place with his head upside down. The candle nested in his asshole was nearly burn up, the flame began to burn his ass cheek, the hot wax dripped along his ass crack and piled up. His ass, back, neck and bear heard were full of hot wax. His arms were quivering continually with all his body weight on them. He perspired so much that the room was filled with his hot sweat smell. The sweat flowed along the insides of his well-whipped thighs then went through his nasty ass crack, covered his entire bruised backside and dripped from his chin. "Seem it's the time to put out the fire?" "Ohpleasemamamaster." The poor slave begged like a infant. "It's burning my ass, it's hurt." "Yes, I know, that's just what I want. I put out the fire and tried to took the candle end out. Since the piled the wax has made the candle end stick on his asshole. I decided to leave the candle end right there and thought out a more interesting torture method. I freed Johnson from the handstand and I ordered Johnson to lay on the the table, and then took another candle from the shelf.