When a chemical and biological war happened to America, killing all white females and prepubescent males, white males become the new source of energy in a world returned to a pre-Industrial Age. In this world, white males are the beasts of burden for the surviving Black and Asian population. This story is NOT FOR MINORS and is for fantasy purposes ONLY. All characters in the story are fictional and are not based on any person living or dead. It is copyrighted by Sailorboy.

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Dennis awakened to find himself naked, collared, and bound to a stake in a stall in a barn. He was thirty-one years old, married for six years, and had one boy. He noticed that he had a full beard and that his fingernails and toenails needed cutting. He was also thirsty and found a bowl filled with water in his stall. He drank almost all of the water as he adjusted to his new world. After a few minutes, he yelled, “Is anybody here?”

At first nothing happened, but then a voice responded, “I am a few stalls away from you.” He found out that his fellow human was named Ronald, was white, and in the same condition as himself. Dennis asked Ronald what had happened and why they were naked and bound in a barn.

Ronald replied that about a month earlier, the United States was attacked by China, who used bioethnic and chemical weapons, which killed most of the white inhabitants of the United States. For some reason, possibly due to a mutation, white males who had reached puberty, had survived the holocaust. Ronald said that the surviving white males went into a coma-like sleep for 2-4 weeks after the attack.

Ronald had barely finished his story when a Black Man entered the barn, looked at Dennis, and said, “It’s about time you woke up!” He checked Dennis out physically from head to toe and displayed a smile which indicated he was satisfied. Dennis finally asked, “Why am I naked and what’s going to happen to me?” The Black Man told him, “You white Devils will now serve as beasts of burden, serving as our two-legged horses and helping build a new civilization. After the Chinese attack, Black leaders discussed the moral issues of enslaving white males and using them as beasts of burden to build a new world after the destruction of the previous white-dominated world. Dennis said, “How can you justify enslaving us when we did that to your ancestors?” The Black Man said that, “It was not only just, but predestined that whites should serve as slaves since white males were not really humans, but white devils who had stolen the heritage of the civilized Black Race and then dominated them for the past 6,000 years. But now, due to God’s intervention, Caucasian domination has ended and a New Age has begun for all people who were not Caucasians.” Dennis (and Ronald) were stunned by what they heard.

The Black Man, whom they later found out was named Jeremiah, told Dennis that while he was keeping the other honkey as his “horse” for his family to pull his buggy or plow, he was selling Dennis for cash to a merchant who dealt in white animals. Jeremiah told Dennis that he expected the merchant to arrive for the sale anytime soon.

Two days later, the merchant, a fat man named Jamal, arrived at Jeremiah’s farm in an Army truck with fifteen adult white males and eleven teen age white boys with their hands tied behind their backs in the truck bed and an Army guard with a gun ready at the tailgate of the truck. Two other blacks rode with Jamal in the cab to handle the white animals. Jamal examined Dennis and paid Jeremiah $65.00 for him. With his hands bound behind his back, Dennis was forced by the guard to walk up a board which reached from the truck bed to the ground. After Dennis had been shown where to stand by the guard, Jamal and the two handlers put the truck in gear and started towards the nearest auction center. As the truck passed through towns en route to its destination, young blacks taunted the naked whites in the truck with phrases such as, “You white devils are now getting what you deserve for mistreating the Black Race for thousands of years.” Other taunts were to remind the bound white males that their future was to pull wagons and plows.

After a journey of forty-five minutes, the truck reached the outskirts of a large city and stopped at the auction corral where the twenty-seven whites were unloaded and signs placed around their necks, estimating their ages and weight. They were led to a big corral where a Sergeant in military uniform told them, “You white men must be modified according to the law of the Repub-

lic of New Africa before we can legally sell you on the market.” Dennis said, “Modified? What do you mean Sergeant?” The Sergeant replied, “Only speak when you are permitted to do so by your Black Master! But to answer your question, you will all be castrated in order to make you more docile and serve as a constant reminder of your lowly status in the Republic of New Africa.” Dennis and the other white males were shocked, stunned, and some of the boys began to cry. Noticing their reaction, the Sergeant said, “Cry as much as you want, but you will be neutered. It is the law! We will not intentionally hurt any of you in the process, but it will be done today so that you may recuperate and be ready for sale within 1-2 weeks.”

Within fifteen minutes, several black soldiers marched in to the corral and began to prepare for the castration of the whites. Each of the twenty-seven new slaves were tied in spread eagle fashion in one section of the auction corral and a black medic injected pain killers at the top of each white man’s ballsac. Then another black soldier held the white males’ scrotums and stretched them as far down as possible before applying the very tight green elastrator band around the top of each ballsac. Another green elastrator band was secured to their ballsacs just below the first band. Dennis gasped as the elastrator bands were released to squeeze the top his ball sac very small and pain shot up from his balls to the middle of his belly and he felt somewhat nauseaous! After fifteen minutes or so, he didn’t feel much pain After all twenty-seven white slaves were banded, the black troops waited for almost one hour as their white ballsacs began turning black and blue, a Black Man cut off each white man’s ballsac between the two green bands. Since the white ballsacs had been without oxygen for a a fairly long period of time, they were already dying and there was little bleeding. The waiting black soldiers cared for those few who had some bleeding and used antiseptic on the wounds now decorating their ball-less bodies. After all had been castrated, the Black Medics injected an antibiotic into the white men’s groin to prevent any infection and escorted them to stalls with straw bedding, a pail for wastes, and a locked seven foot collar attached to the wall of each stall.

Every day, the Sergeant came and inspected each of the new slaves while other soldiers fed them, refilled their water bowls, and emptied their waste buckets. Within two weeks, all white slaves had recovered from their neutering and were ready to be bathed and auctioned. The local newspapers advertized the sale of the white men and a large crowd watched from the stands as they awaited for each white slave to be shown to prospective buyers. Most Black Men, Women, and children just wanted to see the whites humiliated and enjoyed the fact that the Black Race was now dominant in the Republic of New Africa. Each of the twenty-seven white males had a rope around their necks, similar to a short lasso and their hands were bound behind their backs as twelve and thirteen year old Black Boys led them out to the showroom at the auction barn. For each Black Boy, they were proud to be leading a white devil with a leash for the crowd to see that times had really changed and these white men would now pay for their evil done to Black People. About ninety-two people, seated in the front row seats, were official bidders and had short sticks with numbers from one to ninety-two so the auctioneer could know who was actually bidding. The whites were embarrassed to be led naked in front of so many people, including children, and even more embarrassed that they had been castrated with the ruins of their scrotums still visible on them.

The auctioneer commenced the sale of the slaves as each white man was led to a foot high stand so the bidders could get a better view of the slave. Those really interested in each of the slaves came down and inspected them to see if they would fit their labor needs. Due to a law passed by the Republic of New Africa, no slave could be priced no more than $200.00 in order to encourage as many Black People to buy white slaves. One by one, each of the twenty-seven white males were sold to the customers. Dennis was purchased by a Black Man named Ashanti Omorotionwman, who owned a large grocery store in the nearby city. After the ownership paperwork was completed and the price paid, a silver chain with the number RNA-17903 was placed around Dennis’ neck.

He was then led outside of the auction arena where he was astonished to see a black carriage, similar to what the Amish used, and another younger Black Man, named Tyrone Henson awaited them. Dennis assumed that Tyrone worked for his new owner. How strange it was for Dennis to think he was “owned” by another man! Tyrone began putting the harness on Dennis which had a leather strap across his chest and upper back and another around his waist, with leather straps running from the top leather strap to the bottom leather strap around his waist. There were two sets of rings on each side of the waist harness y. His hands and arms were bound behind his back with other leather straps

Dennis wondered how he would pull the buggy without using his arms, but Mr. Omorotiomwan used the latest ponyboy technology and Dennis was backed up to the two buggy draw shafts sticking out and the rings on each side of his waist were attached by hooks to the draw shafts, which meant that the slave or ponyboy used his entire weight in pulling the buggy. Then Tyrone had a bridle placed on his head, with a soft bit which fit into his mouth, and blinders were attached to maintain his focus on his duties of being a draft animal. Reins from the bridle were loosely tied at the front of the buggy and a whip was also available to encourage the slave to trot faster when necessary

His, new Master, Mr. Omorortionmwan, got in the buggy seat, flicked the whip on the white ponyboy’s ass, and Dennis started towing the buggy and his Master. After ten or fifteen minutes of trotting down the road, the Master pulled on the reins to stop Dennis, got out of the buggy, and went and inspected his new property to make certain that the harness and bridle fit properly. After checking out the ponyboy’s equipment, Mr. Omorotionmwan got back in the buggy seat and resumed his ride. As Dennis trotted down the road, he saw other white ponyboys go by on the opposite side of the road, being used as horses just as he was. He noticed his tiny, limp, white cock was bouncing

back and forth between his thighs as he trotted. Time passed as Dennis pulled the buggy down the road to his Master’s destination. Dennis now accepted his destiny and decided that he would be the best ponyboy he could be and make his Master proud of him.

THE END, OR IS IT?...