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Subject: {ASSM} New Student in Reform School (humiliation/mmm+)
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This is a work of fiction. This work is not intended to be read by
minors. It includes force, homosexuality, humiliation and racial slurs.
If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for
something else to read.

Jerome somehow ended up in reform school. Everybody knew that Jerome
was a bright and proud young man. He had been the president of the
Black Pride Student Association in his previous school - before he
got busted for armed robbery. Everybody who knew the 16 year-old
teenager said that the crime was completely out of character for him.
Jerome denied the charges and the evidence against his was extremely
questionable, but the authorities wanted a quick resolution to the
crime and, being poor - Jerome's mother was unable to afford a good
lawyer.

 From the first day he entered the school, Jerome felt his privacy and
dignity, both of which he valued highly, were repeatedly violated. The
doctor who gave him a check up made his drop his shorts and seemed to
fondle the boy's black balls much longer than should have been
necessary.  The doctor also took the liberty to stroke the boy's
dick, making it hard and almost bringing him to orgasm against his
will. When you are in reform school the staff make it clear that you no
longer own your body.

Jerome's first class was with Mr. Schmuke, the natural science
teacher. The class was a mix of age and grade levels. The school did
this to save money. There was only one other African American in the
classroom, and he was just 13 years old. His name was Kelvin.

Schmuke liked to pace around the room with a wooden yardstick in his
hand. He was a quick study of character, so he became very curious
about the new black boy. Schmuke immediately sensed that he would have
to break the nigger of his pride and shyness. The black boy carried
himself with too much dignity - it could be contagious to the other
boys in the school.


"Class, today we will study reproduction in the jungle. Rather than
have you wade through these dull texts, I think it would be better if
we had a live re-enactment. Are there any volunteers?"

Mr. Schmuke fixed his gaze at the only two African Americans in the
class. "Ah yes, Kelvin, Jerome - why don't we have you two step
forward to the front of the class."

Jerome was horrified. The white boys giggled as he made his way to the
front of the room.

Mr. Schmuke walked menacingly around the boys. He concentrated his
attention on Jerome, with the boy's charismatic youthful beauty.
"Tell us, what is it like to be a nigger in the jungle?"

Jerome felt anger and revulsion welling up inside of him. He had been
taught to respect himself. He shrugged his shoulders and mumbled that
he didn't know.

Schmuke persisted, "Come, come black boy, of course you know. You are
already a nigger - the only thing that is missing is the jungle."

Jerome felt as though he was burning with hatred for the teacher, and
this was just his first day. He managed to spit out a reply, "I
can't relate to that."

Mr. Schmuke frowned, "Hmmm, well, maybe you could 'relate' if you
were naked, like a nigger in the jungle. Why don't you strip your
clothes off right now and show us how people 'dress' in the
Africa?"

Jerome looked around, wild-eyed, could the teacher really make him do
that? The boys in the class jeered him. Schmuke swatted Jerome sharply
on the ass with a wooden yardstick, "Do it now - BOY."

Jerome slowly undid his belt to the laugher and cheers of the crowd.
His pants dropped to his feet. He stepped out of them. He stood,
humiliated, in his boxer shorts while all the boys pointed and laughed.

Schmuke put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're a proud black
man."

Jerome nodded his head.

Schmuke kept his hand on the boy's shoulder, as if he was befriending
him, "And a proud black man stands tall, doesn't he?" Jerome
nodded his head again. Could it be that Mr. Schmuke was finally coming
around to respect him?

Schmuke reached over and started rubbing the black boy's cock through
his boxer shorts. "Let's see that black soldier stand up tall
before you pull your drawers off."

All the boys in the room burst out in laugher. Jerome looked at his
teacher with tears in his eyes, "Please don't do this."

The boy's dick got harder and harder in his shorts while Schmuke
continued to massage his cock. Schmuke admired the growing length of
the boy's dick, "You're a horny black bastard, aren't you?"

More laughter from the class.

Schmuke stood back so the class could see Jerome standing in front of
the teacher's desk in his boxer shorts with a big hard cock
purtruding underneath. A dark wet stain of pre-cum spread across the
front of the boy's underwear.

Now the class was in tears, practically rolling in the isles. Jerome
felt like a horny Negro spectacle.

Schmuke leered at the boy and gave him a sadistic grin. "Take off
your shirt and your shorts."

Jerome looked at his teacher with pleading eyes, "Please sir, don't
force me to do this."

Schmuke gave the boy a smile. "Okay. I won't force you - if you
get down on your knees and beg for your dignity."

Jerome swallowed hard. It was against everything his upbringing to have
to grovel like a servant. The teacher pressed him, "It's either
that or you show the class your naked body. Now, beg Nigger."

Jerome sank to his knees and clasped his hands together. "Please
mister Schmuke, let me go back to my desk now?"

Schmuke was not yet through with the proud young black man. "Get all
the way down and kiss my feet."

The poor humiliated black boy actually got on his hands and knees, in
front of the whole class of his peers, and kissed the white man's
feet, begging him to be allowed to return to his seat.

The sadistic Mr. Schmuke lifted up his foot and put it on the desk for
all to see. "Now, lick the dirt of my shoe, like a good Nigger boy.
Show the class what a lowly Nigger you really are."

Jerome's face was filled with disgust and contempt. But he slowly
lowered his head and licked the white man's boots. The class cheered
and applauded. As embarrassed as he was, Jerome noticed something
strange was happening to him. As he licked the white man's boots in
front of the class, his dick was getting harder and harder. The boy's
hard-on did not escape Mr. Schmuke's attention.

Once the laughter died down, Schmuke turned to the boy and said,
"Okay, strip your ass naked, Nigger."

"But you promised..."

"I lied." Schmuke couldn't contain his glee.

The boy slowly pulled off his shirt, exposing his smooth black skin.
His body was toned and firm. No doubt, the nigger was fit. Several of
the white boys' dicks got hard under their desks just watching him.

Jerome slowly pulled down his boxer shorts. The boys whooped and
whistled in amazement. A long thick Negro cock swung between Jerome's
naked black thighs. The boys leaned forward on their desks to study
their classmate's big black snake.

Mr. Schmuke took advantage of the opportunity to turn this into a
teaching moment. "You see class, how the Negro has an abnormally
large dick," Schmuke rubbed the boy's dick with the end of the
yardstick. "This is why he can't get his mind off of fucking. Walk
down the center aisle, boy - so that your classmates can get a better
look at your anatomy."

Jerome wanted to shrink until he was invisible. Black boys go to great
lengths to conceal their dicks from each other, not wanting to appear
to be gay. Now, here he was being forced to parade his totally naked
body in front of a room full of white boys while they gawked, pointed
and laughed at him. It was utter humiliation.

The boys whistled and made mocking sounds and Jerome strode by, "Wow
- will ya getta look at that big Nigger cock," and "Look at how
low those jungle boy balls are hanging." They slapped Jerome on his
naked black ass, "Feel those firm Nigger ass cheeks."

Jerome tried to choke back his tears of humiliation. He knew he had to
keep his head about him in order to survive. When He returned to the
front of the class, Schmuke made the boy stand there, dick and scrotum
exposed, like a teenage slave being auctioned off to new masters.

The cruel Mr. Schmuke turned to Kelvin, the younger of the two boys.
"Strip naked, young man and show us what a 13 year old Nigger looks
like." Tears welled in Kelvin's eyes. Schmuke did not appreciate
when a boy hesitated complying to his orders. He slapped Kelvin hard
with his yardstick, "I said strip for the class, Nigger. What part of
'undress' don't you understand?"

The young boy sniffled and stripped off all of his clothes. He stood
exposed - naked to the whole world. His young smooth brown body made
some of the white boys lick their lips with desire. One of the more
sensitive classmates eyed the boy's budding tender pubes and his long
delicate young prick and gasped "Awwwwww."

"Jerome," Mr. Schmuke said, "I want you to show us how nigger
bunnies hump in the jungle. Fuck this boy's black ass for us."

Jerome sank with embarrassment. He knew he had no choice. Schmuke had
both boys get on top of his desk so that their performance could be
witnessed more easily by everyone. Jerome mounted the young boy. At
first he pushed in the boy's black ass slowly; gradually he picked up
speed.

Before long, Jerome was humping the younger boy wildly. Their black
bodies performed for the entertainment of the whole class. Sweaty naked
Negro bodies fucked like black savages on the teacher's desk and
floor. The Nigger boys grunted as Jerome humped on his younger buddy.
Schmuke encouraged them, "Yeah, show us what fuck animals you Niggers
are. Show us how Niggers fuck." The colored boys let out loud grunts
and groans. It was the hottest form of Nigger sex.

Finally, Jerome erupted in an orgasm. He shot his hot load in the
younger boy's behind. His thick Nigger jizz gushed out of the boy's
young ass and onto the desk and floor. The classroom erupted in cheers.
The younger boy sobbed from pain and humiliation. Jerome also had tears
of shame mixed with passion. The black boys lay exhausted on
Schmuke's desk.

The cruel teacher stood in front of the boys to conclude his lecture,
"What we have just witnessed is a demonstration of the true nature of
the Nigger. Try as they might to portray some other image of themselves
- when you get right down to it, the Nigger is nothing but a fuck
beast animal. Let's applaud your classmates' excellent
demonstration of reproduction in the jungle - whether that jungle is
in deepest, darkest Africa or inner city ghettos."

The class gave the two boys a standing ovation. The boys were
thoroughly humiliated. How terrible and unfair to use those black boys
in this way. Surely anyone would be reduced to a raging sex beast under
such circumstances. The poor sweaty boys buried their heads in shame.
They lay in a pool of their potent Negro jungle cum that now covered
the teacher's desk.

The bell rang, and the white boys cheerfully bounded off to their next
class, while the colored lads slowly got dressed to follow them. The
white boys talked feverishly amongst themselves about how much their
education was being enhanced by diversity in the classroom. One of the
boys could be overheard saying, "We sure are lucky to have actual
jungle bunnies in our school to show us their instinctive nigger
passions."

The next class was on the philosophy of ethics. The teacher instructed
young Kelvin to join the other boys his age for recess. The topics they
would cover today in this class may be too difficult for him. Kelvin
was glad to get a chance to go outside.

Once the boy was gone, the teacher fixed his gaze on Jerome. "I see
we have a new student in the classroom. I would suggest that we give
him an appropriate welcome. In reading the papers on his background and
psychological profile it seems that we are dealing with young black man
who thinks too highly of himself. Maybe we can bring Mr. Jerome here
back to reality."

Jerome swallowed hard as the teacher circled his desk. The other
students made ominous noises, as though someone had just gotten into
trouble. The air was tense. Jerome fidgeted nervously on his desk.

Without bothering to look at the other boys the teacher said, "Does
anyone know what the topic of today's ethics class is? Is it too much
to expect that anyone has done the assigned reading?"

One of the class scholars spoke up, "Today's reading is about the
virtue of humility."

The teacher smiled, "Very good. Yes, humility. But there isn't much
that is very humble about today's black boys, now is there? We shall
perform an experiment in humility today, right here in this classroom
- Jerome?"

The black boy trembled. He had already had his share of classroom
demonstrations. The teacher crooked his finger, motioning Jerome to
come to the front of the class. He put his bony hand on the attractive
black boy's shoulder.

"Jerome here will leave us for a few minutes while the teaching
assistants and staff who are waiting for him in hallway prepare him for
his role in this important lesson. In the meantime, I want you to
contemplate humility and why it is lacking in so many of our inner city
neighborhoods."

Jerome nervously left the room, like a convict going to his execution.
He had no idea what could be waiting for him in the hallway. A few
minutes passed and a staff member opened the door and said, "The boy
is ready now."

The teacher gave a wicked smile as he stretched his hand out to the
door. "Behold your classmate, Jerome."

To the hysterical laugher of all the boys in the class, Jerome came
riding in stark naked, on an oversized tricycle, eating a watermelon.
His big nigger dick swung from side-to-side as he peddled around the
room. The white boys fell out of their seats with laughter. Jerome was
truly becoming their little black Sambo for entertainment.

One of the boys dropped his pants and stuck his pimply white ass in the
black boy's face and shouted, "Nigger, kiss my ass." This was the
ultimate humiliation. He rubbed his shit hole in the Nigger's black
face and told the boy to lick it. There had been a time when Jerome
would sooner die than lick another male's asshole - much less that
of a white teenaged boy. Now, however, Jerome gave little resistance.
He stuck out his tongue and tasted shit from the white boy's ass. The
more he licked, the more passion he put into it. Soon he was hungrily
sucking on the boy's shit hole.

Clearly, Jerome was no longer the same proud Nigger that he was when he
entered the school. The white boys circled around him to take turns
having the handsome black teenager kiss the throbbing heads of their
white manhood, and lick the pre-cum out of their piss holes. They made
the black boy stay on his knees and look up at them while they rubbed
their genitalia all over his darkie face. They especially liked rubbing
their cocks and balls on his thick black lips. The boys looked down on
the Nigger, sucking their dicks, and spat in his face.

Against his will, Jerome's dick became fully erect at this treatment.
He found that he liked the honesty of having to admit the white boys'
utter and complete domination over him. He discovered that he
worshipped the white boys as if they were young gods, and he their
Nigger slave, groveling at their feet.

He felt free once he was able to rid himself of the pretense and
dishonesty that he and the white boys were social equals. By sucking
their dicks and swallowing their cum he confirmed the truth of their
superior status and power. He could also admit that these white boys
were beautiful.

The boys laughed and cheered. They took turns rubbing their asses in
the Nigger's face and stroking his big hard black cock. They stroked
his cock as if it were a sex toy, showing their ownership over it,
making it stand erect and dance to their bidding. They made Jerome hump
the air, involuntarily, by stroking the boy and suddenly letting go.
They laughed at the Nigger's humiliation.

Jerome was no longer bound by the illusions and games played by people
outside of the walls of the reform school. Finally, he was fulfilling
his role, as the white boy's cum bucket and as a humiliated and
inferior Nigger. He was freed to acknowledge the deep-seated longings
of all colored boys to taste the white man's cum. A longing that is
rooted in the darker race's desire to be closer to the white man's
beauty and power. Jerome was now freed to act out the truth that the
white man had conquered and tamed his people.

Jerome and his classmates found relief in finally being able to drop
all of the absurd pretenses that society had forced on them. Whether
justified or not, their true relationship was that of white domination
and black subordination. The honesty of acting out that relationship
made the boys in the classroom, Jerome, and the teacher sexually
aroused.

By now the young nigger was sobbing and broken by his torn emotions. He
obediently sucked all the white boys' young cocks. They grabbed the
nigger by his head, moving it from dick to dick. They teased him,
"Suck my dick, Sambo." They thrust their hard reddened white knobs
in the black boy's face and slapped the side of his nappy head. They
sighed as they felt that black boy's thick warm lips around their
cocks. They now had proof that Niggers are born cocksuckers. The
teacher stood in the background, admonishing the black boy to "show
humility," and worship the white boys' cocks. Such admonishment was
no longer needed.

The Nigger gobbled down their dicks with greed and lust. For the time
being his pride was a thing of the past. He was lost in a fit of
passion for the white boys' power. The boys pushed hard in his
Negroid mouth with throbbing teenage cocks in need of sexual relief.
The Nigger provided it. He was there to serve them. He seemed to be
growing into his role. Without further prompting he instinctively
licked their hairy teenaged balls. They rubbed their white testicles
all over the Nigger's black face. He kissed their hairy testicles and
bowed at their feet.

Dear reader, you cannot imagine how painful it must have been to see
this once proud young Nigger reduced to a sobbing cum slut for white
men's sperm. The boys deposited load after load of their thick creamy
cum in Jerome's black mouth as if he were a sperm bank. He dutifully
licked the strands of cum off of their white balls and cock heads. He
had been reduced to a little Nigger cum slut.

When the white boys finished releasing their built-up tensions in the
Nigger's mouth, they stood back and hosed him down. The boys drenched
the Nigger in their piss. They splashed fresh hot yellow urine from
their dicks all over that Nigger's face and chest, washing him down.
Jerome was humiliated. He was showered in white teenaged whiz. He knew
that he was only good for being something for the white man to piss on.

Dripping wet with the white boys' urine and naked from head-to-toe,
Jerome crawled to his seat in the back of the class. There would be no
more trouble out of him. The Nigger put his head down on his desk and
was silent. Thus began a new stage in his Negro education.

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