Lukas Botha - Fresh White Meat
In this story we turn our attention away from Andy, and towards his incoming younger whiteboy replacement, just flown in to the country. And we will see, in a later episode, what happens when they are brought together!
It was in Chapter 14 that we last saw what was happening to the hapless Lukas Botha:
"So ended Lukas's entry to West Africa. It was all, unknown to Lukas, a put-up job. In fact Lukas, and the other boys, had already been fully cleared for immigration in advance.... A machine readable micro chip identifying them as African Resurgence property had been implanted in each white cock, and a bar code on their white butts gave each a one week renewable visa. However, in the humid heat of West Africa, a small team of immigration officers would need to examine all of Luke's credentials most thoroughly each week. Now, on his actual entry, his round lily- white butt is briefly fondled by the sweaty hands of a horny young black immigration officer. He stamps the boy's left buttock firmly with a second indelible bar-code, recording the landing permit.
A little later, outside the terminal and in full public view, the four leashed, now totally naked white boys embrace and say goodbye. Three of them are going to the Central Stables, shackled together in a van supervised by a muscular jet-black guard wielding a short whip. Lukas travels on the floor of Adedeji's chauffeur driven Mercedes, at the feet of his master . His master tells him they are going straight to the beach house where he will be teamed up with Andy. Lukas had heard a lot of the locally based PodWhite -- now was his chance to meet him!
At the very time that Lukas was being fucked by the Colonel and his young Adjutant at the airport, Andy was being being prepared at the Beach Rest House by his three young enthusiastic handlers for his evening appointment. Whilst this hiring of his white ass was for his handlers' profit, it was not out of line for Andy to be used by officialdom. Adedeji's local staff had standing instructions to ensure Andy is always primed ready for senior officials who call when their master is away. A prime reason for having such a prize whiteboy at the discrete house was to offer him as a facility to key police military and political figures who needed to be kept "on side" by Resurgence. As Adedeji once put it, perhaps a little crudely "That boy's delicious insatiable white ass opens up all the other whiteboy ass for us in this market!"
The dinner party scheduled for the evening, however, had been postponed when Adedeji arrived home -- partly because he had exhausted himself with Lukas on the plane and at the airport, partly because two of his best friends wanted the dinner and its entertainment on the weekend to give them more time, and to allow them to bring a few buddies. Adedeji decided to hold the dinner party the next Saturday. He liked the idea of more guests, and thought he would also invite a few more friends at that time. After all there were now two delightful white boys to use -- a dozen or so blacks could have a lot of fun......
That night Lukas has a good night's sleep, bedded down naked on clean straw in the stable quarters. He was awakened by noises in the courtyard and looked out to see a naked white youth, who he thought must be Andy, being hosed down by three laughing black boys dressed skimpily in shorts. They took him, still dripping, into another stable and closed the door.......
The next day, very early, Lukas is taken by van marked "Prime Live-Stock", to the Central Stables for servicing. He was dosed up with pills, by the kitchen staff who gave him breakfast, and was transported by two muscular young Africans, dressed in jeans, white t-shirts and leather jackets. They introduced themselves as Rudy and Juno. They shook his hand warmly, looking him up and down appreciatively. Lukas was still naked apart from some leather attachments put on by the three high-spirited handlers at the Resthouse - a thick black leather collar and leash, and a studded cock ring which pushed his hard cock and his balls into full view. Rudy felt the naked boy's cock and balls, pulling back the white-boy's foreskin and playfully frigging the cock as Juno pulled apart the lily-white ass cheeks. He squirted a heavy dose of cool gel up the boy's hole. Rudy pulled a trolley out of the van which had, fixed to it, an upright chair. A large black buttplug rose from the chair seat. With help from Juno the alarmed, naked and well-lubed Lukas was impaled on it, and he was then strapped tightly to the trolley. The trolley was slotted back in to rails on the van floor, pushed inside, and Rudy and Juno, grinning broadly and joking with the white-boy's handlers, hopped in to the front seats. The van with its "live-stock" cargo drove off.
Lukas that day was in for a few surprises, for these Stables were not run in the same way as those in Southern Africa. Not at all, and he observed many practices which were very different.
For a start, as he was wheeled into the ultra modern offices, still sitting impaled on the large black rubber buttplug,he noticed that the black staff were skimpily dressed -- most in Pod style white shorts, naked to the waist, but with some of the heavier built males in leather shorts and brief leather jackets.
"Oh my God" thought Lukas "these niggas are something else!"
The reason for the differences in uniform hinted at a more profound difference in practice, emanating straight from the personal preferences of Chief Adedeji. Simply put, he and a number of his close buddies liked young black cock almost as much as white-boy's asses. Indeed in the privacy of his own bed he sometimes fucked a white boy whilst being fucked himself by a hung young black employee. Or he fucked the black who fucked the whiteboy. Or he licked black balls as black youths were sucked off by the white. The permutations were endless! So the Stables by chance hit on, and then manifested in their operations, a bigger truth. Once you opened up whiteboys as sex objects for black males, then an attraction for gay sex in general was not far behind! Often concealed and seldom talked about, it was a growing phenomenon. Indeed there was scarcely a black boy in the stables that hadn't been the object of Adedeji's highly inventive attentions. He had seen them all riding the white stock and in so doing he had tasted the cum of most of the black handlers. He had fuced, and been fucked by many of them....
In the event, that morning the sixty-strong staff of the Central Stables all want to see the much anticipated Lukas, and he is kept on the "display podium" in Reception for an hour. Most of the staff come down to view him; many of them feel him up, to ribald comments from their buddies. Poor Lukas, now forced to stand attached to a pole in the centre of the foyer, his hands manacled behind his back, almost shoots unaided into the air as he looks at the passing crowd - laughing, joking, physically aroused blacks. Jet black or dark chocolate for the most part, even many of the smaller stature blacks had impressive muscular development, with muscled arms, firm protruding tits, and strong legs. Many had bulging thighs and shorts which, as with the white PodBoys back home, showed the beginnings of much of their ass. The small white shorts did nothing but emphasise round muscled butts and the size of their dicks, even when in repose. Lukas couldn't keep his eyes off their bulging shorts. In return, they rewarded him by feeling and stroking obvious and undisguised erections as they looked him up and down in obvious lust. Many made eye contact with him, and fucked him with their eyes until he almost swooned.
Some of the black cocks found room, somehow, to expand in the brief white or leather shorts, but other huge black dicks popped into view down the right or left leg, or over the waistband up to the navel. Many dripped with pre cum as they gathered round him, but clearly they were under orders not to jack off or cum. Some called out to him
"Don't worry Boy, you gonna get dis nigga dick soon!!!"
"Hey Boy, ten inches of prime black meat here for you later!!"
"We gonna shoot down your pretty throat Whiteboy and fill you with black cum!"
And then the second big surprise. Before what they told him would be his "Initial Service" he is taken around the facilities by two of the few young females on staff, attached by a double leash, one to his neck and the other tight around his balls. The girls are in their late teens, with excellent figures and wicked smiles. They are both dressed in black leather, a short butt-hugging skirt and form-fitting top, opened down the middle to below the navel. They have long black leather riding boots, short boyishly cut hair. Each of them carries a short multi thonged whip. Lukas can see that they are very attractive, and they seem to find him so, for when they meet him there in the main foyer, they say nothing to him but stroke his soft blond hair, feel his tits and his erect cock and balls. Bending him over they discuss his butt -- in a language he doesn't understand but which he recognises as Yoruba. He had become familiar with it when staying in Adebayo's house. Their hands go everywhere, across his white butt cheeks, down his crack to the balls. They stretch his ass to see his hole and fingerfuck him right there in the reception hall. Passing young black male staff joke with them, asking if they want to borrow a big black cock. The black girls enjoy the banter, turning Lukas around so that the black boys can see them fingering his hole, and chatting easily with them as they fingerfuck him and pull his balls.
Without warning one of them flicks his ass with her whip
"Spread your legs, Boy, and stop moving about!" It feels to Lukas that a dildo is inserted into him and the girls begin to fuck him with it, bent over right there in the reception hall. He blushes with shame.
Then, a second flick of the whip on his butt and he is told to stand to attention. They laugh at his straining cock and squeeze it.
"You want us to milk you, Boy?"
"Oh yes please Miss!" groaned Lukas, noticing for the first time, a growing group of black boys, who, despite their obvious embarrassment at seeing the girls using the whiteboy with such assurance, are enjoying the show.
"No way whitey, and keep that cock down Boy!" One of the girls gives the white tool a sharp stroke of the whip. Lukas howls. The black boys giggle.
A little later the girls obviously enjoy showing him the cages where some of the Stable's whiteboys are housed, and seem to delight in teasing the "products" within the cages. They seem very familiar with the cages and know all the occupants by name. Lukas can see the naked boys are nervous in their presence. He looks for familiar faces but sees no-one he knows. Perhaps, he thinks, these whites are sourced from Europe? He sees sets of manacles attached to the wall outside the cages.They single out one older white, a boy of their own age called Chistophe, for correction -- and having ordered a couple of male handlers to remove him from his cage they fix him ass outwards to the wall, his feet off the ground. They set about whipping him hard, each girl taking a turn. The whipping can be seen by all the caged whiteboys for the cells surround what is obviously the punishment area. Lukas's cock stiffens as he watches, and pre cum drips from the exposed purpling gland. He notices that all the watching whiteboys have similar erections as they watch the whipping. Fully at ease with what's happening, three teenage blackboy handlers gently stroke their bulging black leather shorts... and quietly joke together in the corner. They make eye contact with Lukas as his white cock oozes pre-cum on to the floor, and then they all watch as the whipped white boy creams as he screams.
"Whipped Cream from Christophe yet again!" laughs one of the girls
Lukas is taken on to the Orientation Room in preparation for his "Initial Service". News of his arrival led to many requests for the observer seats from black staff. In the event only thirty were to be allowed in -- but there seem to be a hundred blacks crowded all round the walls in tiers as Lukas enters.
Many have been allowed, after a request from the Staff Association, to bring male family members to join the audience. Two camera crews (all black of course) film him as he enters dressed only in a bright pink cockpouch, long white socks and a white t shirt just covering his nipples. There are whoops of delight, and the audience breaks into applause. Lukas smells the deep black male musk in the room.
Next episode follows shortly -- let me know if you are still interested?
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