Lakeland Dark by dale10



Part One



I know the infamous N. word has been under tremendous scrutiny of late. Whole groups

of intelligent individuals of various colors and ethnic backgrounds have publicly declared

the word off limits. While other action say that it is perfectly all right for African

American rappers for instance to use the word, but white journalists or comedians may

not. All of this is of great interest to me because of my knowledge of certain places where

the word rightly or wrongly still maintains a powerful punch. Lakeland Academy for

Boys being one such place.



Jasper Higgins was a well built, nice looking African American male of sixteen. He

was well spoken, well educated and came from a fine upstanding family. He made his

dad and mum proud. He received athletic as well as academic awards, and was popular in

school. But his father, trying to make a quick killing monetarily, got in with the wrong

crowd, and both dad and his son had to pay. A certain man named ironically Mr. Black,

ordered that Jasper’s father be punished for not paying debts, and that the son be used as

a lesson to all who tried to cheat the system. Consequently Dad disappeared, and Jasper

was convicted of drug dealing and molesting young underage white girls, and sent for

punishment to the notorious Lakeland Academy for Boys.



To say Jasper was scared out of his wits would be an understatement. He had always

been a quiet, polite boy. Now he was worried sick about his Mom and little sister as well

as hid Dad. What would his mom do to survive? And his poor thirteen year old sister, he

would be lost without him.



The first odd thing Jasper noticed about Lakeland Academy was the unusual dress of

the boys. Boys working on the grounds of the reform school, gardening, grass cutting,

cleaning up, wore nothing but a jock strap. This was obscene as far as Jasper was

concerned. Many of the boys had achieved rich golden tans, but some of them seemed to

be burning in the hot sun, their formerly pale boy flesh now a bright red. The boy who

opened the main door to the facility was dressed in very tight white shorts and a much too

tight tee shirt. His nipples could clearly be seen through the thin white material, and the

shorts rode up into the crack of his muscular young ass in back, and in front, the entire

shape of his cock and balls could be seen through the material. Jasper was shocked, but

had little time to think about it, as the officer with him grabbed him by the scruff of the

neck and hurried him on down the hall.



He passed other boys, these dressed in sight well worn jeans, not the baggy popular

kind, but the old-fashioned skin tight variety. They too wore very small tee shirts, some

of them so tiny that six inches of boy belly showed over the top of the jeans. The jeans on

most of the boys were rubbed white over the crotch area and the material was so thin that

their young dicks and balls could be clearly seen bulging out the worn cloth. Jasper could

not believe his eyes. There was something else he noticed. Among the twenty or so boys

that he encountered upon his arrival, there was not a single African American! He hand

on his neck turned him into an office.



Seated behind a dark wood table was a handsome man of about twenty-five. This was

Sam Garner, the new Headmaster of Lakeland Academy. How did one so young attain

such a lucrative and highly respected position? He had exactly what the wealthy business





men and politicians who supported Lakeland wanted. He was a psychotic sadist who

specialized in torturing young boys.



Even as Sam sat there at his desk, the thirteen year old naked blond boy under the

desk licked his huge pendulous balls. If the boy made a single mistake, licked in the

wrong way, or didn’t provide enough pleasure, he would be terribly punished. The kid

knew this as was shaking with terror as his pink soft young tongue lifted each nut and

bathed the sack in his teenage spit.



Handsome Sam Garner looked up from his desk. Well, Officer Porter, what have we

here? A bit of chocolate in our candy box? Step up here to the line on the floor in front

of my desk, Nigger!”



Jasper could not believe his ears. He had not heard that hated word since his father

turned off a comedy special on BET, saying that some blacks were giving his entire race

a bad name with their language and attitude.



“Jasper Higgins. We have waited for you for a long time. You are our first nigger in six

months. The last one had an accident. His dick got accidentally ripped off. How it got

shoved down his throat to choke him, I still don’t understand. Oh well, it was only a jig,

not like it was a white boy or anything. Sam’s foot nudged the naked lad beneath the

desk to lick his nuts harder.



“Well Sambo, strip off and let’s have a look at you.



Jasper was so incensed and so horrified that he stood there frozen, glaring at this

monster. Then the police officer slapped him hard on the back of his head.



“You herd the man. Shuck, Jig!”



Sam leaned back and spread his legs wider so the boy could lick down under his balls

toward his asshole. He studied the black boy in front of him. Yes Sir. This was one

handsome proud buck all right. It would be delightful to break him.



The sixteen-year old black boy kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. He could

not believe what was happening to him. He was shy, as I said, and didn’t like to have his

body looked at. He was also at that awkward age when boys of any color are sensitive

about their growing, changing forms. He peeled off his shirt revealing his well formed

teenage pecs with the rather large pouty nipples. His stomach was tight and muscular. His

arms were well muscled too and a trickle of sweat ran from under each hairy armpit.



“Whew, I can smell the nigger stink already, Mr. Porter. We are going to have to do our

best to keep this one clean or the spearchucker smell will contaminate the whole school.”

Sam smiled and his even white teeth glistened.



Soon Jasper stood before the young Headmaster in only his boxer shorts. He was

trembling. His big black feet felt awkward on the carpeted floor. His toes touched the red

line in front of the desk. His rather large lower lip also trembled from fear.



“What you waiting for Nigger? I don’t give orders twice. Shuck those boxers and show

us how you boys run through the jungle back home!”



The black teenager could not believe this was happening to him. He was being treated

in the most hateful prejudiced way. And to top off everything else, he was totally

innocent. He had never stolen drugs, and he had never touch any girl indecently. He had

been railroaded into this degrading situation. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband

of his boxers and lowered them. He stepped out of them and stood up.



Sam Garner let out a whistle. He knew now, why the big shots had picked Jasper

Higgins for Lakeland Academy. The sixteen-year old boy was hung like a fucking horse.





The boy’s flaccid dick must be seven inches long with lots of wrinkles in the skin

showing that it would grow even more when erect. The black balls hung low and heavy

in their sack and swung with ever move he made. Jasper stared at the carpet. He knew

that his dick was freakishly large for his age. The kids at school all made fun of him in

the locker room. They said no girl in school could ever take it in her cunt or mouth. All

the guys were always trying to get a look at it, and word was out that it was the main

subject of the girls in the school too at their slumber parties. But school was a long way

off. Now he stood totally buck ass naked in front of the Headmaster of Lakeland

Academy. His legs felt like water. His stomach rumbled and fluttered. His lips felt dry.



“Mr. Porter, look at the fuckmeat on that nigger! No wonder he can’t control himself.

He’s hung like a fucking freak! Spread your legs boy, I want to see those nuts swing.

Spread your legs wider. Now swing your nuts back and forth. Swing them boy! You will

learn that there is only one real rule of behavior here at Lakeland. You do everything you

are told to do! And you do it instantly! That’s it. You don’t do anything you have not

been told to do, and that includes shit and piss! You just do as you are told, and we will

get along real fine. Now play with your dick and get it hard for me.”



Jasper blinked. His mouth dropped open in disbelief. You must be out of your mind!”



Sam Garner picked up a metal paperweight off his desk and hurled it at the black teen.

It struck him on the chest and knocked him back into the arms of Officer Porter. The pain

was unbearable. He screamed and sucked in air. Sam Garner’s face had turned red.



“Don’t you ever talk back to me, you fucking jungle bunny cunt! You get with the

program, or I swear to you, you will never get out of Lakeland alive.”



Jasper flashed his white teeth in anger. His eyes rolled in his black face. I don’t give a

fuck. Kill me. Torture me. Do whatever the fuck you want. I will never bow down to

your sick fantasies. Sometimes teenage boys can be idealistic. Sometimes they can be

heroic. Sometimes they can be foolish.



Sam Garner had regained his composure. He would have stood up, but he was quite

naked from the waist down and realized that this would compromise his position of

authority. He picked up a remote and punched a button. The giant flat screen wall

mounted tv lit up. Jasper looked toward it and could not believe what he saw.



It was his father! His father was naked and being tortured by two or three thugs. In

some of the clips he had a ball gag in his mouth. In other he was being forced to suck

white dick. In still others he was hung upside down like a side of beef and was being

whipped with belts and sticks and crops. The film had no sound, but Jasper could see the

agony on his dad’s face. The sixteen-year old boy’s eyes filled with tears.



“So far we have gone easy on your black buck of a dad. But how easy we go in the

future depends on you. so far he’s only had to suck ten to fifteen white dicks a day, and

take it up the ass four or five times. But that could change. We could have him sucking

fifty or sixty dicks a day. Of course that might kill him, swallowing all that jizz. We

could whip the black skin right off of him. Or we could cut off his dick and shove it up

his own ass. That all depends on you. As long as you co-operate here at Lakeland, your

dad will be safe. Well, relatively safe. We do need to have a bit of fun now and then.

So what do you say, Sambo? Are you going to be a good little jig for us?”



The tears dripped off of Jasper’s chin and down onto his brown chest. His pecs rose and

fell with his labored breathing. What could he do? How could he fight them?





“Yes. He mumbled finally, digging his toes into the carpet, unable to look any further

at the continuing torment on the tv screen.



“Yes, what?”



“Yes, I’ll be good.”



“Yes, I’ll be good, what?”



“Yes I’ll be good, Sir.”



Sam smiled. Usually Sir would be the fitting title for me, but in your case, I think I

like Massa better. You know. Massa, like in the old plantation days when you and your

kind knew your place. Try it for me, will you?”



Jasper wanted to spit. He wanted to scream. He wanted to die. But he thought of his

dad.



“Yes, I’ll be good, Massa.”



“I’ll give you a couple of days to settle down to routine. But by Friday say, I want you

to be talking like a nigger should talk. I want to hear you sounding like a plantation

darkie. I’s be a good nigger for yo, Massa. Shit like that. You got that, Snowball?:”



Jasper hung his handsome head. Yes, Massa.”



“Good, now where were we? Oh yes, get your fuckmeat hard for us!”



Jasper stood there before the two white men, playing with his sixteen year old black

dick. At first it didn’t want to respond. But he was a teen, so eventually it always did. It

grew thicker and longer, and then was standing out over nine and a half inches long and

thick as a flashlight.



“Holy shit, no wonder they sent you here. You must have ruptured those little white

girls you raped. You must have ripped their tiny virgin cunts right open.”



“I never hurt anyone. It’s all a lie. Jasper said, his big dick bobbing and swinging over

his fat bag of nuts.



Officer Porter backhanded the boy. Headmaster told you never to talk back.”



“He’ll learn, Porter. We’ll just increase his daddy’s discomfort.”



“No, please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll be good, Massa! Jasper rose up on his toes. He was

one beautiful naked buck.



Sam smiled. Get your dick leaking for us!”



Jasper pumped his massive teen prick. He squeezed and twisted it. The plum sized dick

head shone and the piss slit opened. A trickle of pre-fuck hung from the cock lips. It

formed a long string reaching toward the floor. Jasper stood there, his dick leaking.



“Good Jig. Now don’t make a mess, scoop up that fuck snot and eat it.”



Jasper blinked again. His head was spinning. This was not happening. It could not be

real. He reached down and with his fingers scooped up the trailing string of pre-fuck.

The he brought his shaking hand to his own mouth and sucked the scum off.



“Everybody knows niggers eat their own dick snot all the time. I hear basketball players

keep jars of it on the court and slug it down for energy during a game. Officer Porter

barked a harsh laugh at Sam’s little joke. Under the desk, the boy had been re-directed to

start sucking the Headmaster’s fat cock. Sam didn’t want to cum, just to be suckled a

little. A guy could get seriously worn out, working in a place like this, all the mouth and

ass cunt you wanted available twenty-four/seven. Any pretty young boy you craved, any

time, night or day. Yes Sir. It could wear a guy out if he wasn’t careful.



“Listen Jig, and listen good. If you cum without permission. Ever! If you try to beat off

or accidentally shoot a load in your sleep, your daddy will be sorry he was ever born.





You shoot off only when we tell you to. You eat, piss, shit, talk and breath only when we



tell you to! You got that?”



Jasper, his hard dick throbbing gulped. Yes, Massa.”



“Tell me what you are!”



Jasper blinked. It was a habit when he was distressed. I don’t understand, Massa.”



“Jesus, God, you stupid coon. You are a fucking nigger. Anyone in the school, teacher

or student asks you what you are, you are a fucking nigger! Got that?”



“Yes Massa! Jasper was crying pretty hard now. There is something really exciting

about seeing a sixteen-year old boy cry. Especially a black boy.



“Okay then, what are you?”



Jasper screwed up his handsome face. I am a fucking Nigger, Massa!”



“Louder, I can’t hear you.”



“I am a fucking Nigger, Massa!”



“Louder, you black son of a bitch, or I’ll strip the skin off your daddy’s hide.”



“I AM A FUCKING NIGGER! The last work disappeared in a series of pain wracked

sobs. The teenage boy tits heaved in agony. The big dick drooped a bit.



“Good. Then I think it’s time for you to meet the rest of the faculty and the boys, don’t

you? I’ve got a really fun idea for your introduction to them too. What do you say we get

going? Sam kicked the boy under the desk away from his dick and pulled up his pants.

This was going to be fun!