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You Really Can't Eat Just One
by Julia (address withheld)
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The men had this once a year opportunity to win back
their balls. It was not an opportunity they were likely
to refuse. (MF, cast, bd, v)
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There were as many as 200 black women gathered in the
cafeteria-sized hall. It was the Black Women's
Reparations Society at its best -- the once a year
event during which some lucky black women would win a
pair of balls and the white man who went with them.
Conceived only a few short years ago, the Reparations
Society kidnapped extremely rich white men -- surgeons,
bankers, stock brokers -- anyone liable to earn at
least a half million a year. Each captive had his
scrotum sac cut open and his balls carefully removed.
The balls were placed in a solution to keep them fresh.
Their previous owner was then informed he could have
them back... someday.
In the meantime his balls were held by a black woman
who now received the man's yearly income. The
organizers of the society found it particularly
gratifying that most of the black women involved came
from the lowest 20% of all households -- waitresses,
welfare recipients; bag ladies and Wal-Mart type
employees. For these women, it was a whole new world.
Now, at the gathering, a dozen new names would be
drawn.
As an added event, one lucky man was to get his balls
back (the woman giving them up received a new set and a
new man).
To make it more entertaining, the men were entered into
contests for the amusement of one and all. This year,
the original 4 men first castrated 3 years ago, were to
compete against one another. The audiance cheered as
the 4 were brought forward, to the middle of the room.
A tall, extremely dark woman accompanied them and now
raised her hands high, indicating that the crowd was to
quiet itself.
'These 4 gentlemen need no introduction. Thanks to
their generosity and neverending efforts, 4 of our
sisters have found out what paradise really is--living
high off the hog, thanks to the support given to them
by these white assholes.'
The women cheered and the tall woman motioned for the
men to take a bow, as though they had volunteered for
any of this.
The woman in charge now ordered some newer men to bring
in four massage tables. The 4 men were now ordered to
lie down on them. Clear plastic tubes were brought
over. One end of the tube, about 1" in diameter, went
into their mouths. The tubes of clear plastic hung
across their bodies. Now the first four black
volunteers came forward.
Each was naked and each mounted a massage table. They
stood towering over the middle-aged white men below
them. Each was now administered an enema of 2 quarts of
water. They held the bags at about chest level. The
tall woman spoke to the crowd: 'At the signal, these
sisters will attach the loose end of their enema tubes
to the plastic tubes. They will then commence to empty
themselves into the mouths of these white mother-
fuckers. The first white pig to finish 3 loads, gets
his balls back. May the best whitey win!'
The women laughed and cheered as the four black women
drained their enema bags into their asses. The men
below squirmed in anticipation. When all four women
indicated their enema bags were empty, the tall woman
nodded. The four now attached their tubes to the
plastic ones and then let go any effort to hold back
their bowels.
The women in the room howled as they watched the dark
liquidy mass shoot down the plastic tube and into the
waiting mouths of the men. For their part, the men
grabbed hold of the tubes just above their mouths, and
proceeded to suck hard, trying to force the liquified
shit into their mouths as fast as possible. The four
black women on the massage tables smiled down
triumphantly as they watched the white men make pigs of
themselves on the waste.
After a few minutes, one tube after another was
drained. At that, the women jumped off the table, to be
replaced by a new volunteer who was immediately fixed
up with an enema. This gave each white man a few
minutes to catch his breath and brace himself for a
second round. During the first round, all the men did
well. During the second round, one man pulled the tube
from his mouth and began to vomit all over himself.
The women hissed as he was led away, shit and vomit
still pouring from his mouth. During the final round,
the three remaining challengers showed signs of
deterioration. One seemed on the verge of passing out.
Another began to slowly pee--until the tall woman ran
over and placed a clamp over the head of his penis. He
tried to howl in pain, instead ending up losing his
concentration and control of the shit he was sucking
into his mouth. He gagged, choked, and only with great
difficulty regained his composure.
But the delay proved fatal; he was now too far behind
the other men to have any chance of winning. At the
end, two men raced each other to finish first. The
crowd cheered on its favorite; the tubes showing how
fast they were draining. The man on the far right won
by only two gulps, sending off a wave of cheers and
clapping.
The losers were led away, the winner had his right arm
extended skyward and the tall woman patted him
paternalistically on his head. He was then presented
with a box containing his beloved balls. He was led to
a chamber where doctors could reattach the precious
jewels. He was also given his freedom, though what he
would do with it did not matter much; a year of serving
as a ball-less wage slave of a black woman had provided
his owner with many opportunities to photograph and
video tape him in hundreds of situations worthy of
blackmail.
His former black owner could be assured that the money
would keep pouring in.
The women now waited for the drawing, to see who the
lucky ones would be. But no one thought themselves
luckier than the white man reunited with his own balls.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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