Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Clement at Sunnydale *********************************** This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes acts of consensual/non-consensual homosexual acts between two teenagers. If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. This is a fictional account. Any similarities between characters or institutions depicted in this story and those in real life are unintentional and purely coincidental. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story. ************************************* Two middle-aged program directors to reform delinquent youth sat across a glass coffee table at Sunnydale, an institution for wayward youth which serves as an alternative to being sent to juvenile detention center or some other correctional facility. The men were sipping hot drinks. "It's amazing what you have been able to do with those young inner-city black boys," the first one said. "They're so well-behaved. You don't seem to have any discipline problems at all." The second man nodded in appreciation of the compliment. "Well thank you. We had discipline problems before, but once we started this innovative new peer mentorship program. The results have been beyond our wildest dreams." The first man looked at him quizzically, "You have a peer mentorship program? How does it work?" The second man leaned back in his chair, "Well, we take young black boys, around 13 years old, and we match them with older white teens who are 15 or 16. The older boys mentor the younger boys." The first man stared at him intensely, "Fascinating...." his voice trailed off. The second man continued, "Yes, it actually is. We don't really know how the program works, but it seems the younger boys learn how to behave by being around the older white lads, and the older boys learn how to be responsible for someone who is directly under their care. It seems to build maturity in all of our youth." "Hmmmm." The second man continued, "The older boys seem to be able to penetrate the younger boys at a deeper level than any adult authority figure could hope for." The first man smiled, "Well, I can see the program works. The results speak for themselves. I sure can't argue with success." "Neither can we," the second man said. They both raised their mugs. "Cheers." ********** Meanwhile, in the dormitory of the institution a new enrollee was meeting his teen mentor for the first time. A handsome young man extended his hand to greet his new charge. "Welcome to Sunnydale, little man. My name's Kyle. I'm gonna be your mentor while you are here." The black youth looked at his mentor sullenly. His forehead was shiny and smooth. He furrowed his brow, giving himself the look of someone with a very hard head that was in need of discipline. He blurted out, "Suck my dick muthafucka, I don't take no orders from nobody - especially no corny-assed white boy." The older teen looked annoyed but not surprised, as if he had seen this kind of behavior before but still had not gotten used to it. "Well, gee - I'm sorry you feel that way, buddy. I was hoping we could get along, but it looks like you have some serious issues. Anyways, at least you have the right idea - about the cock sucking, I mean." The black boy looked at the teenager quizzically. "What chu talkin' bout, white boy?" The older teen grinned as if he was getting sadistic pleasure from being given the chance to answer the younger boy's question. "Well, when you said `suck my dick,' you were right that somebody is going to have to suck somebody's dick - but it's just that it's not going to be me." The young delinquent looked startled. "You mean niggas be suckin' each other's dicks up in this joint? That shit nasty. We da muthafucka gonna be suckin some other dude's dick?" The black boy looked around hoping he could spot the cocksucker that the white teen was talking about. Kyle fixed his gaze squarely on the black boy, "You wanna know who the cocksucker is gonna be? Let me tell you, `homeboy.' The `cocksucker' is gonna be you." The black boy whirled around in disbelief. "Muthafucka, I aint no faggot. I ain't suckin nobody's dick. You can kiss my ass with that shit, muthafucka. Ima beat the shit out o' yo' faggoty white ass for even sayin' that." Kyle didn't back down."First of all, `homie,' I'm bigger than you. I don't have to ask for permission; I can just take what I want if I want it." Then the older white teen moved in closer for emphasis, pressing up against the black boy's body in a way that was intimidating. "And second, you're going to suck my cock voluntarily - and you're going to like it, too. You know why?" The younger black boy seemed nervous. His voice quivered weakly, "Why, muthafucka?" Kyle laid it on thick, his voice deep with confidence and authority. "Because either you suck my cock or I'll get you booted out of this program. And if you get booted out of this program you've got nowhere else to go, other than the juvie. And you know what happens to you in the juvie?" The black boy struggled to try to appear unfazed, but his squeaky voice revealed that he was both nervous and curious."What, muthafucka?" Kyle didn't let up. He pressed against the black boy's body even more aggressively. "In the juvie they don't just make you suck their dick; they fuck you in the ass too. And they don't just ask you politely if they can do it; they rape your little ass. And it's not just the older boys you have to worry about; you have to worry about the men too - the staff, security guards, counselors, everyone gets a piece of you." Now the black boy's eyes were wide with anxiety. He seemed to have aged by several years. Kyle continued. "So what will it be? Are you gonna be a good little boy and suck my cock while I'm asking you politely, or do you wanna be sent to the juvie where a big hairy man can do it by force?" The black boy looked down at his shoes. His voice was slow and barely audible. "Well, I reckon I be suckin yo' dick." Then he quickly added, as if a new and more terrifying thought had just occurred to him, "Nobody betta not find out about this, hear?" Kyle smiled at the boy condescendingly. "Nobody will find out about it. So, what's your name, dude?" "C-Monster," the black boy answered boldly. Kyle gave the boy an annoyed look, "Not your street name, buddy, your real name." The black boy looked down at his shoes and answered weakly, "Clement." "Well, `Clement," the older boy said with an edge of provocation, "You're going to learn soon enough that all you little black hood rats in this institution suck older boys' cocks. They have to, or they won't last very long around here." Clement's eyes widened, "You mean all dem niggas be suckin' white boy's dicks?" Kyle smirked at the na´ve boy, "Yep, every last one of `em. And they swallow too." Clement made a disgusted face, "Ewwwww." Kyle tried not to laugh, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Then, in stony serious tone, "Now get down on your knees and get some practice. It's going to be three weeks before my next leave when I get to see my girlfriend. That's way too long to wait to relieve my balls, dude - I'm horny right now. I need a little black cocksucker, and I need him now, so get to work." Clement looked at the white boy sullenly. The expression on his face showed he was carefully weighing his options. Seeing that he had none, he slowly sank to his knees in front of the white teenager. Kyle unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He waved his cock in front of the black boy's face. Clement hesitated. Kyle grabbed the back of the black boy's head and pushed it toward his dangling cock, making him kiss it. The older teenager's cock instantly started to stiffen once he felt the black boy's lips on it. He pushed his stiffening cock into the younger boy's mouth and gave him a single command, "Suck." Clement started sucking. He slurped up and down the white boy's cock as he felt it growing harder and harder in his mouth. The older boy tasted wild, natural and manly. Clement hated the white boy for what he was doing to him, but the thought crossed the younger black boy's mind that sucking this older white teenager off - the boy who was to become his mentor and his guide - was something like sucking off a white angel. Clement could see the smooth milky white skin of the boy's thighs and abdomen; there was something bold, confident and heroic about this handsome young male whose rosy cheeks and the brown locks covering his forehead made him look like a squire from the Middle Ages. There was something pure about him while Clement felt he was on his knees in the white youth's shadow. He felt as though he was purging the darkness of his soul - his belligerence, hard-headedness and aggression by sucking this white teenager's cock. Amid all of his anger, humiliation and embarrassment Clement was alarmed to discover that his own cock stiffen inside his pants. His cock got so hard it felt uncomfortable as it pushed against the fabric of his pants like a restrained animal trying to break free. Clement broke into a sweat. His mind was a whirl of embarrassment and confusion, "What is you doin' down there?" He said silently to his cock. "Why is you getting' hard like that? Youse makin' me look bad. Youse makin' me look like a faggot." Of course nobody else could see Clement's cock stiffen inside of his pants. But Clement felt as though the whole world could see it - his homeboys, his mama, the bitches from his hood - everyone. He was afraid that everyone might think he was a fucking cocksucking faggot. Clement felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as sucked the white teenager's cock. His thick black lips slurped up and down the older boy's shaft. Kyle moaned and enjoyed being serviced by the hard-headed black boy. Clement frowned with disgust at the act he was performing; disgust that was compounded by embarrassment that his cock was telling him he was secretly enjoying it. The older boy's sandy brown pubes brushed across the black boy's face. Clement got a nose-full of the white teenager's musty manhood. Kyle grabbed Clement's head and rammed his cock further down the angry black boy's throat, nearly choking him. Clement gagged and accepted the relentless thrusts of the horny white teenager's cock inside of his mouth. Kyle looked down at the boy servicing him and sneered, "Yeah, suck that cock, nigga." For some reason this made Clement suck even harder. Whether it was out of anger or arousal - maybe a combination of both - Clement seemed energized by the white boy's taunts and tightened his lips around the older boy's cock. This only encouraged Kyle. "Yeah, atta boy. Suck it, suck it." Clement sucked it. He sucked angrily - defiantly. He licked up and down the white boy's shaft as he sucked. This sent chills of arousal through the older boy's body. Kyle shivered with enjoyment and clutched the black boy's head even tighter as he pumped his cock in and out of the young delinquent's mouth. Clement drooled over his chin and the sides of his face as Kyle's hard ivory shaft thrust in and out of his mouth like a piston. The black boy's woody strained against the tightness of his pants. It wasn't really that his pants were tight - like most black boys, Clement wore his jeans baggy - but the length and thickness of his cock gave him little room for comfort. Kyle fucked the younger boy's face. His low-hanging, hairy teenaged balls slapped against the boy's chin. Kyle tensed and squeezed the younger boy's head, "Oh, I'm cummin' I'm commin' --- and you better swallow or it'll be off to the juvie for you." Clement sullenly nodded his head letting the older white boy know that he knew what was expected of him. Kyle's body froze. Wave after wave of thick, warm cum flooded into the black boy's mouth. Clement's tongue was completely coated with the white teenager's jism. Clement remembered what the boy told him. He swallowed the boy's cum. Clement felt the fish-like slime from the white boy's cock ooze down his throat, becoming a part of him. Kyle's cock twitched between the black boy's lips, pumping more jism down the boy's throat. Clement gulped and swallowed as each load burst against the roof of his mouth and oozed down the back of his tongue. Kyle gasped and let out a sigh. He slowly released the black boy's head and eased his cock out of the boy's mouth. Strands of the horny teenager's cum dribbled down the younger boy's chin. Kyle tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and zipped himself up while Clement remained kneeling at the boy's feet, his eyes blurry with confusion and his own black cock throbbing in need of attention. When the older teen waved Clement off, indicating that he was done with him for the time being, Clement rushed into the boy's room and locked himself in a toilet stall. He tore off his trousers and feverishly stroked himself to orgasm as he relived the white boy's assault on his face that he had experienced just moments earlier. Clement savored the taste of the older white teen's jizz, which was still fresh in the young black boy's mouth. Clement shot globs of thick nigga cum all over the walls of the toilet stall and didn't even bother to clean it up. ********** The next day, Clement new boy. Gone was the defiant sneer that seemed to be permanently fixed on his face. Gone were his indifferent attitude and the hostile demeanor. Gone was the aggressive inner-city body language. Now Clement addressed the staff at Sunnydale by saying "Yessir" and "no sir," "Yes ma'am," and "no ma'am." They no longer had trouble out of the boy. He obeyed his teen mentor and showed him the kind of respect that the older boy deserved. Clement was now well on his way to being reformed. All it took was a little innovative male-on-male mentoring, the kind that could get through to the hardest of young thugs and punks from the inner-city.