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Subject: {ASSM} The Detention Center Mm/NC/Hum
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This is a work of fiction that includes homosexual acts, forced sex,
sex between an adult and a teenager, racial slurs, and humiliation.
This story is not intended for minors. Anyone who is offended by erotic
fantasies of this type should search for another story to read.

I enjoy working in the detention center. We work with young boys aged
13-18. These boys are habitually in trouble with the law. Troy is one
such boy. He had been in the detention center for about six months.
They brought him here three months before he turned 16.

Apparently he was too new to know what he could, and could not get away
with.

A security guard brought Troy to my office one morning. I was absorbed
in paper work when the two walked in and didn't want to take the time
to acknowledge them.

The guard cleared his throat, "Sorry to interrupt you sir, I know you
are busy with administrative work today and MS. Bourdon is supposed to
handle disciplinary matters, but she said this is one case that
requires a male to deal with."

I let out a deliberate sigh to register my annoyance. This is just like
Lizzie Bourdon, always looking for an excuse to get out of a little
work. I didn't want to bad mouth her in front of the boy, so I
didn't comment.

I was engrossed in trying to fill out a desk full of government forms.
I gave the two intruders half of my attention, "What's the
problem?" I didn't bother to look up.

The guard seemed hesitant, "Ah, apparently this boy here was caught
alone in the metal shop."

"So? Just put him on detention in his room for a few hours for being
alone where he wasn't supposed to be."

The guard slowly added, "Ah, the boy here was apparently
masturbating."

I looked up. This was the first time I got a good look at Troy. He
stood in front of my desk with a lean, toned frame. He shifted uneasily
on his feet as if he were embarrassed, his shiny brown face studying
the floor. He absently rubbed a hand over his neatly trimmed head.

"Is that so? Well, you can leave the boy here. I'll have a chat
with him." The guard awkwardly smirked at the boy and left the room.

"So, 'Troy,' isn't it?"

The boy looked sheepish and barely mumbled, "Yessir." Detention
cases are trained to treat their elders with respect.

I waved a weary hand over the pile of official papers on my desk and
ran my fingers through my hair, making me look even more overwhelmed
than I already had.

"Look, Troy; I really need to get all these papers in order so excuse
me for being blunt. That wasn't a very bright thing to do, now was
it?"

The boy seemed to blush. He stuffed his hands in his oversized jean
pockets and shifted his body from side to side.

"Answer me, boy. Was that a smart thing to do, to beat your meat like
that in the fuckin' metal shop?"

The boy bit his lower lip and silently shook his head "no." He kept
staring at the floor.

I was growing impatient. "I want you to look me in the eye when I'm
talking to you."

The boy looked up. The sharp features on his copper brown face threw me
slightly off guard. The boy stared directly at me with big warm brown
eyes shaped like almonds. I shook my head a little to break the spell
that came over me.

"I'm curious. What would make you want to masturbate in a public
place? Why couldn't you just wait till you got back to your room?"

The boy took a deep breath. "There was dis here rap video I saw in
the lounge. The girls was almost nekkid. I guess it got my dick hard
n' shyt. I thought I could take care of it and git back to watchin
tha' videos."

I studied as much of the boy's body. His over-sized T-shirt covered
much of his figure, but I could see his arms were nicely developed. He
absently rubbed a hand over his stomach, unconsciously lifting his
shirt for a brief moment - and exposing his hairless brown belly and
gently rippling abs.

Once again I had to shake myself to break free of his spell.

"Wh-what kind of video? What were they saying in it?"

He shuffled nervously on his feet some more. "You know - they be
talkin' about suckin' a nigga's dick an how dey wanna rub dey
booty in a nigga's face. Stuff like dat."

I was really getting interested now. I leaned forward on the mount of
papers on my desk. "And that kind of thing gets you hard?"

Now the boy was definitely blushing under his copper brown skin. He
silently nodded his head.

"Come here. Come a little closer."
The boy slowly moved closer. I reached out and grabbed his pants by the
waist. I casually thrust my arm inside his jeans feeling for how much
space he had between his dick and his zipper.

The boy's eyes got big and he jumped slightly in alarm. He drew back
a little, pulling my arm with him.

"It's okay, Troy. I'm a professional. We do this kind of thing
all the time. There's nothing sexual about it."

He looked uncertain. I pretended not to notice. "Well, you've got a
lot of space in here. Why didn't you just beat off inside your pants
for precaution?"

He shamefully shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno."

I pulled my arm out of the boy's pants and walked over to the window.
"Didn't your old man teach you how to be discreet when you beat off
in semi-public places? It's part of the rites of passage into
manhood, you know."

The boy stared down at the floor, his voice low and weighted with pain,
"I never got to know my old man. He aint never been around since I
wuz born."

I felt my heart going out for him, but tried to keep a professional and
objective tone. "Come over here, son. Let me teach you something
about manhood."

The boy grabbed his crotch and slouched toward me by the window.

I tried kidding him, "Why do you grab your crotch like that? You do
that for courage? You want to make sure your dick is still there?
Don't worry, it didn't fall off."

An embarrassed smile crossed the boy's face.

I put my hand on his shoulder and let it slide down his back. "Son,
you're wearing these baggy clothes and I can't tell how mature you
are. Why don't you slip out of your shirt so I can see how much of a
man you are?"

The boy gave me a suspicious look.

"It's okay. You can trust me. I'm a trained counselor."

He cautiously slipped his shirt off, revealing a lean and well-defined
smooth brown body. His young muscles rippled under his copper brown
skin, but he did not have a lot of bulk or veins. He gently dropped his
t-shirt on my desktop and slouched in front of me. An inch of his black
BVDs was visible under his sagging blue jeans.

I rubbed my hand over the boy's smooth brown chest, and then dropped
it down inside of his pants. Once again he looked startled. He took a
deep breath as if preparing himself for what may come next.

I rubbed my hand over his BVDs and massaged his dick and balls.

The boy spoke in a low voice, "W-what da fuck are you doin' -
sir?"

 I kept stroking his boy dick and leaned over almost whispering in his
ear, "I'm going to teach you something about discipline and
self-control, boy. I'm going teach you something your daddy should
have taught you when you were growing up. I'm going to teach you how
to discreetly masturbate. This will come in handy in dark movie
theaters and other public places."

I felt his young dick getting hard in his underwear. He started rubbing
his legs together with pleasure and biting his lower lip. His eyes went
up to the ceiling as I stroked his cock, making it stand straight up.

I pulled my hand out of his pants. "See how baggy your pants are?
Even with a fully erect penis it doesn't show through your jeans.
That's a good thing. That's the first thing you have to learn about
being a man."

He seemed reassured. "Oh, okay."

I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy's smooth brown frame.
"Now, I want you to reach in your pants and jerk yourself off."

"W-w-what?"

"I want you to reach in your pants and jerk yourself off. Don't
worry, this is all clinical. It's part of masculine mentorship. It is
entirely scientific."

The boy slowly reached in his pants and started stroking himself.

His brown face flushed a red hue again, "Does you gotta watch while I
do it?"

Before I could even think about it I blurted out a firm "Yes."

I stuttered a bit and regained my composure, affecting the most
dispassionate voice I could muster. "Unfortunately, yes. I don't
like to do this sort of thing any more than you do. I'd rather be
home with my wife and kids. This is my job. This is all a part of
professional intervention."

The boy nodded uncertainly and continued to stroke himself. He seemed
stiff and self-conscious.

I pressed him, "Faster. Stroke your dick faster for me."

The boy stroked faster. He bit his lip and stared at the ceiling. He
closed his eyes and got into a steady rhythm.

I broke his concentration, "Okay, Troy. I want you to keep stroking
like that but I've got to check to make sure you are doing this
right. Ignore what I'm doing and just keep stroking."

I grabbed his loose jeans by the waist and yanked them down with one
swift tug. They instantly fell to his ankles.

On a bended knee I held my face next to the moving bulge in the boy's
underwear as he kept steadily stroking his cock. I sniffed the smell of
his budding young manhood.

"Keep stroking that dick, boy."

The boy nodded, "Yessir."

I slipped my fingers inside his shorts and yanked them all the way down
to his ankles. The boy jumped a little and his hand slowed.

I had to be firm with him. "This is professional intervention. Keep
stroking."

The boy returned to stroking his cock even though he was standing
bare-chested and bare-assed in front of me.

I inspected his smooth lean brown body, and slightly hairy legs. On my
knees I got a close-up view as he slid his hand over his cock, from the
base to his throbbing dick head. He was pumping that dick like a
teenager in heat.

"Keep stroking, boy. Don't stop till I say so."

I stuck out my tongue and licked his hairy bouncing balls.

The boy stopped stroking. He lowered his hard brown cock and aimed the
piss hole directly at my face. He grabbed the back of my head and
glided his dick into my mouth. I wrapped my warm lips around it and
began to suck.

He pumped his hard brown dick in my mouth and muttered, "Yeah, suck
on dat dick, boi. Suck on dis nigga's dick.

I drew in a deep breath without pulling my mouth off the brown lad's
dick. I felt my face melting into his chocolate groin.

"Yeah, muthafucka. Gimme head like a bytch. Suck on mah
muthafucka."

I lost control. I bobbed my head wildly on that teenager's dick. His
deep young voice prodded me on.

"Suck me. Suck me."

I whimpered as I sucked that nigger boy's cock. I felt something
strange inside of me. I felt helpless and completely at the youth's
mercy.

I glided my tongue up and down his throbbing brown cock shaft. I wanted
to let the boy work out his manhood in my mouth.

He let out soft soulful moans, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh." He used my
mouth to work out his passions.

He pushed hard on the back of my head while his pelvis flapped against
my face like a fish on dry ground. The fresh smell of his teenage pubes
filled my nostrils and gave me a burst of energy.

I coughed, gagged and choked as his hard cinnamon pole probed every
inch of my mouth. The boy was crossing the passage to manhood deep
inside my throat.

I barely managed an inaudible mumble, "My mouth is a pussy for your
teenage cock."

He quickly shot back in a low voice, "Shut da' fuck up and keep
suckin' my dick."

Then he thrust is stiff copper dick hard in my throat, making me gag
once more. Like a baby I wrapped my lips around that pole of flesh and
sucked it for nourishment.

His dick tasted like bittersweet coca from a tropical rainforest, with
a slight hint of raw brown sugarcane. I wanted his fresh teenage cum to
fill my mouth.

He gasped from pleasure and mumbled, "Yeah, make a nigga cum. Make a
nigga cum."

His low-hanging hairy young balls slapped against my chin, tapping out
a Jazz beat. He made his hips gyrate rhythmically while his dick danced
on my lips and tongue. His smooth brown thighs rubbed up against my
face.

The hint of Jamaican rum oozed on my tongue as his dick leaked a
trickle of pre-cum. The boy grunted, "Yeah, swallow this nigga's
dick."

I grabbed his firm smooth brown buttocks as he pumped his dick in my
mouth. He held my head and worked my mouth like he was pumping iron in
a gym.

The boy's body started quivering and he let out a loud sigh. He had a
little spasm. Cum rushed up the shaft of his cock. He barely gasped,
"Yeah, swallow dark gold." His cock went deep into the back of my
throat.

With a violent thrust his dick exploded and he shot a full blast of his
sexual potency. A flood of teenage jizz slid down my tongue. It tasted
like fresh Salmon eggs. I swallowed and the boy kept pumping wave after
wave of youthful manhood into my mouth.

I didn't waste a drop. I gave full service to my teenage man from the
ghetto. As he slowly withdrew his dick, swirls of his thick glistening
cum decorated my lips and chin like masterful graffiti strokes.

We paused to catch our breath. He leaned over me, his young brown body
gleaming with beads of sweat. His smell reminded me of a teenage
boy's locker room after gym class. He hovered. I felt as though I was
at the mercy of this youthful brown god. I sat at his feet.

The boy was sweaty and out of breath. Both of us had just had a good
workout. My white cock was throbbing hard, uncomfortable in my tight
professional pants. I had to let it out. I had to take command of the
situation.

I slowly stood up, towering over the boy. My erect cock made a tent in
my pants. I'm sure the teenager noticed.

I affected the tone of a professional in command. "Okay Troy, that
was the first part of the therapy. I've brought out your manhood.  I
also promised I would teach you discipline. Discipline requires
submission. That is the next part."

The boy's brown eyes flashed up at me in alarm. His red lips slightly
quivered, as if he didn't know what to expect.

I looked down at his brown body, shiny with sweat. "Since you don't
have a father, somebody has got to usher you into manhood. Somebody has
got to pump their jizz into your brown ass."

Now the boy was really looking alarmed, "N-n-naw, ah Mister Vincent,
I aint nevah done none o' dat before. I-I-I gots my manhood to
protect, nawhaddahmsayin? I don't take a dude's dick up my butt;
'specially ah white dude. I'm a proud strong black man, ya'
know?"

I grabbed the boy by has sweaty muscular neck and pushed him across the
top of my desk. The papers crumbled under his weight and some of them
went flying. His brown sweaty frame soaked the rest of them in teen cum
and perspiration.

"Shut the fuck up, Nigger. You and I know that if I buy you nice
clothes your 'black pride' will mean nothing more than licking the
dirt off the sole of a white man's boot."

The boy whimpered.

"And as for your 'manhood,' that's just what I'm about to
give you when I shoot my cum in your black ass."

Before the brown boy could speak I grabbed his sexy legs and spread
them wide. I stuck my fingers in his hairless ass.

"Ooooo, you've got a nice nigger hole in there. That's gonna feel
good on my white cock."

I undid my pants and walked around to the front of the desk. I pushed
my hard throbbing cock in the young boy's face. "First things
first. Let's see you wrap those sexy big lips around the white
man's dick."

The boy looked like he was in shock, like he couldn't believe this
was happening. I pushed my hard white cock through his quivering thick
red lips. The warmth of his wet mouth surrounded my dick.

"Come on, jungle boy. Give the great white master a blow job."

I grabbed the back of his head and rammed my dick in his mouth further.

"Remember, there's new FUBU shirt and a fresh pair of Timberland
boots in it for you."

Before I could give another command the boy tightened his lips around
my dick. He worked his tongue up and down the shaft. I never felt
anything like it. The boy's tender thick lips worked as a firm
cushion polishing my white cock.

"Oh yeah, nigger. Suck that white dick."

This was the kind of mentoring that only a man could give to a troubled
youth. I held the boy's head tight and pumped my dick hard in his
mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck the ghetto out of you."

The boy mumbled while my sweaty white balls slapped against his face.

"I know how you boys operate. I know what it takes to get respect in
the ghetto."

He was slurping on my white cock, occasionally choking and gagging -
but taking it all the way down.

"I know the only thing a young nigger respects is a man who fucks his
black ass. After that, the nigger will bow down and be his slave for
life. Isn't that right?"

The boy nodded his head while he slurped on my hard bone. He just
laughed.

I felt like I was going to cum right there inside the boy's pussy
lips. I didn't want to shoot so early, but black boys suck cock so
well it's hard to hold back. I quickly pulled my dick out of the
teenager's mouth. He seemed startled.

I climbed up on the desk and rubbed my cock on his ass crack. "Well,
young man - I'm about to plow me a cotton field."

I ran my throbbing cock up and down his smooth caramel buns - then I
pushed it in his tight boy hole. He let out a yell. Definitely a
virgin.

"Take that cock, boy."

He moaned and whined as I humped on his black ass. His body squirmed
around on top of the wrinkled papers on my desk. The young hip hopper
was invaded by a stiff white cock.

I wasn't too surprised when I heard the boy breathe a heavy whisper,
"Yeah, fuck mah black ass. Dayum. Shyt. Show this nigga who's in
charge."

I started fucking his ass harder. The desk bumped and thumped on the
floor.

"Dayum. Shyt. Fuck mah azz massah. Fuck dat ghetto shyt good."

I had my full weight on top of the boy. I plowed his ass rough and
hard. His head bobbed as he took my hard dick up his butt. My big white
cock dominated that ghetto boy's ass.

The boy gasped, "Turn me out. Reform dis muthafucka."

I grunted as I drove my shaft in the boy's ass. I mined his ass like
I was searching for diamonds in African soil. I drove my cock deep in
the boy's ass as he twisted on my desk and moaned.

"Yeah, gangsta rape dis nigga's azz. Steal my jewels."

I plowed his ass like a Brazilian rain forest. I was on a gold and
copper mining expedition. His hot masculine sweat mingled with mine.
This was hot man-to-man action. That ghetto boy was at my mercy, going
through the stages leading to manhood.

"Fuck me rough, man. Fuck me rough."

I grabbed the boy tight while I exploited his young deep channel.
"Beg for it Nigger, beg for it."

The boy was thoroughly into it. His firm brown arms pushed up against
the desk. His muscular young backside bucked as I dug into him.

The boy pleaded in a high-pitched whine, "Have mercy, have mercy -
please. Fuck mah thug black ass. Fuck da ghetto outta me. Fill me up
wit yur white man sperm."

I kept plowing into the boy, our hot sweat soaked bodies banging on the
desk. I enjoyed the sight of his limber muscle-toned brown body under
my hairy adult frame.

My body jerked. I shot a load of cum in the boy's ass. "Yeah, I'm
filling you up with sperm from a white man's dick." I kept having
spasms, shooting more and more cum into the boy, freeing him from his
ghettohood.

The boy shouted, "Yeah. Fuck yeah. Shoot yur jizz in mah butt. Rape
me."

I chimed in, almost out of breath, "Yeah, that'll put some hair
under your arms and on your chest."

The boy shouted back, "Fuck yeah. I gots yo manhood inside o'
me."

After I drained my dick in the young nigger's black ass, I eased him
out of my arms. Sweat and cum thoroughly soaked the official papers on
my desk. The hot smell of manly passion filled the room. The boy
pivoted on the papers and slid off my desk onto his feet. My cum was
still dripping out of his ass.

"Dat wuz sho nuff hot, man. Dat shyt wuz smokin.'"

I watched the smooth sweaty brown skinned black boy slide into his
baggy jeans.

"Yeah, it was, son. I want you know, I intend to keep my promise
about the FUBU shirt and the boots too."

The boy beamed.

But I'm gonna want to worship your brown body a lot more for the rest
of your stay in this detention center.

The boy looked flattered.

I added, "And you're gonna need some more injections of manhood
from my dick before you can really claim that you're mature."

He gave me a "pound" and said, "Bet, fo sho man. Whaddevah you
want - whenevah you want it."

My homeboy slouched out of the office, with his indifferent ghetto
walk, swaying as he moved.

I shook my head and laughed to myself, "Still hasn't changed."

I turned my attention to the soaked mess on my desk. Now I'm way
behind in my paperwork, but it sure was worth it.

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