An Original Story By: SnakeCharmer
Doctor Roger Stuart is at his office looking at the medical information of a new patient. From what he sees on the patient’s chart, he learns that the patient is named Adam. Adam is a White male, 28 years old. He has been referred to Doctor Stuart by his regular doctor and is seeking a vasectomy.
Adam’s wife has just announced that she is pregnant. She stopped taking the pill without consulting him. This will be their third child. They had agreed not to have any more children. They have two girls, but his wife wants to try for a son. Adam anticipates another ********. Another screaming, demanding, spoiled ******** in the house. He already has two girls, who’s bad behavior is learned from his blond, blue-eyed trophy-wife. A wife who is now known to him as, That Devious Bitch.
“Hello Adam, I am Doctor Stuart. I see that you are requesting a vasectomy. Am I correct?”
“Yes, Doctor Stuart. I have a third child on the way and the second one was supposed to be our last one.”
“Oh wow, how did that happen?” Laughing at himself, Doctor Stuart questions, “I guess in the regular old way?”
“Yes, but I thought my wife was on the pill. She stopped taking it without my knowledge. She is trying for a son. Not that I wouldn’t have liked to have a son, but we didn’t have one. We had agreed on only raising two offspring.”
Doctor Stuart asks, “And if she finds out it is another female, will she consider having an abortion, and then try again for a son?”
“No, no, no way! I don’t even have to ask her that question to know the answer.” Adam states, “She will want to keep it. And who knows, she might want to try yet again for a son. Now that I know that I can’t trust her to stay on the pill, I want a vasectomy.”
“Well, this is a problem. Since your wife might want to have another child after this one, it is unlikely she will sign the consent form for your vasectomy.”
“I’m FUCKED then!”, flatly states Adam.
Doctor Stuart wants to double check to see if his hunch is correct. “Adam, do you have any photos of your two *********?”
Adam thinks the doctor might try to talk him out of the vasectomy by pulling on his heart strings. Adam has his heart set on a vasectomy. “Yes doctor, I have some on my phone here. Here we go, here are the girls. And here is a photo that includes their mother.”
The doctor’s hunch is correct. Adam’s wife and two girls are White. And that is great, at least it was White females that were born. What he doesn’t want to see is yet another White male being born. The recent statistics show an increase of new White male births in the country.
Of course, if a White male would happen to be born, the baby boy would need to be radically circumcised right after birth to reduce sensitivity of his glans for his lifespan. A radically circumcised glans dries out and should make sex play less enjoyable for the male. And later when fully grown, he should be evaluated for breeding or sterilization prior to breeding with women. One day, that could possibly be the law, not just a highly recommend practice.
Doctor Stuart states, “What a lovely ****** you have! You are a very lucky man! My wife and I only have sons. But I get it. You have had your children and you are through. Is that correct?”
“OH YEAH, I AM DONE! I have had my children!” Adam has made up his mind.
Doctor Stuart pauses, and then offers, “Adam, you know what, it is our policy to have the wife’s written consent for this procedure. However, it is your body you are modifying and therefore, I believe, it is your right to make this decision on your own.”
Adam is elated to hear this news! “Fantastic Doctor! That is great news!”
“But just to protect my interests here at the doctor’s office, would you be willing to forge your wife’s signature on the paperwork? Or is that out of your comfort zone.”
“HELL NO it’s not out of my comfort zone at all! Fuck that! Where do I sign my name and where do I forge The Devious Bitch’s signature?”
Good news, the paperwork gets signed, and Adam gets his vasectomy! A couple of snips within the ‘ye olde’ ball sack later, and there is a sterilized young White male on his way out of the office. Doctor Stuart is happy to see that! Every individual White male vasectomy counts toward supporting the BNWO objectives. I will happily snip away; Doctor Stuart gleefully thinks.
Doctor Stuart is a White male himself. Married, he met his wife in medical school. She is the love of his life! They have so much in common, such as their love of medicine. Their love of politics. Their love for their four sons. They would do anything for their sons to make a better life for them. Their four mixed race sons. Doctor Stuart’s wife is Black.
It is now the end of this workday for Doctor Stuart. He has an important meeting to get to and he wants to be on time. Doctor Stuart is on the Board for the local chapter of the Black New World Order. It might seem odd to some, that a White doctor is on the board of a BNWO chapter. However, the White doctor is very welcomed there. He helps to promote understanding and inclusiveness for the BNWO mission statement. Otherwise, it might seem like it is just a lot of angry Black men against the Whites. This is not the case. The BNWO wants to have equality and opportunity for all non-White people. Having educated Whites involved, helps to legitimize their mission, especially a guy from the medical field.
In truth, outside the stated propaganda, the BNWO is about supporting opportunities for Black MALES. The actual agenda is to decrease the aggression and violence that is coming from the White males toward the Black male community. A lot more aggression has been manifested over the significant upscale movement of the Black community. Upscale is an understatement! Now, there has even been a Black male president in the States. How the FUCK did that happen, a lot of Whites want to know!
There are several ways that are being advocated by the BNWO to help cure the White male aggression. Medication for the White males is one way. One can prescribe medication, but you can’t make the ‘aggressor’ swallow the pill. Some will take the meds and become more docile, but others will just spit it out or not take it.
Adult castration is another way that is being advocated and this method is something that the BNWO can trust to be effective. Once the White male is castrated, it is a done deal. After a few months’ time, the aggressive behavior will begin to subside. Increased Black male and White male co-operation will become the result. It also helps with population control, just less White MESS to deal with.
The radical members of the BNWO are advocating an extreme change to the system. They want things done faster. They feel that their Black brothers have waited long enough. What the country needs is a new department within the government. They want a Department of Black Reparations to be established and representatives to be meeting with the president. There is great concern among the more conservatives in the ranks of the BNWO. The concern is that if they push too hard for Reparations, they will be seen as only advocating for the Blacks’ benefit.
The White Castration Advocacy mission is gaining popularity among the ranks of the BNWO. Through increasingly widespread dissemination on social media, college age White men are beginning to be re-educated to understand how this will benefit society at large. The “all about me” philosophy is not popular with the new generation now entering adult hood. The new generation is about the greater social good. Society is polluted with extreme anger and racial injustice. It is time for a change for the better. It is time for co-operation.
Doctor Stuart is on his way to a BNWO meeting tonight to see a documentary filmed during a White castration. It was filmed by an all-Black film crew about six months ago in the medical office of the well-known Doctor Kastrieren. The film is titled, Doctor Kastrieren Completes a Triple Play and documents three college age White males being castrated so they can become spokesmen for the BNWO movement. One of the White boys was also radically circumcised, and the word is that he put up a bit of a howl when he found out his dick is now ‘cut’.
Later in the Evening:
The film showing at the BNWO meeting has concluded. Doctor Stuart loved it! So very important to get those White boys physically compliant with the BNWO mission and out in the world as spokesman advocating social change through body modification.
The doctor has a plan to bring his oldest son into the loop about the BNWO. Up to now, he and his wife have not mentioned anything about the BNWO to their sons. But the oldest one, Cleave, is now a young man with a bright future in medicine. It is time to stop keeping secrets from him and include him in the movement.
Cleave just graduated from high school a month ago. He is 18 years old. Of mixed race. A ‘straight arrow’ that loves the ladies. He is a scholar and athlete. He has extremely high SAT scores. He is motivated and focused. He wants to get a medical degree and likely he will. He starts college in a few weeks at a very well-known and well thought of university. He is planning on becoming a Gynecologist.
Doctor Stuart would like to see his son become a Urologist, like him. He believes that his son should carry on in his footsteps with helping to sterilize more White males. Like father, like son. Up to now, it has only been vasectomies, but the doctor would like to grow the business to include castration.
Unfortunately, Doctor Stuart has not yet had the chance to perform a castration. He believes the opportunities are being funneled to the BNWO’s new program for medical trainees’ that is informally known as BCCT. Which is shorthand for the formal name, Black Castrators of Caucasian Testes. The trainees must have enough hours of actual hands-on human castration experience logged, in order to fulfill their BCCT Certificate requirements.
Apparently, there are not quite enough White volunteer recruits who support the BNWO, to supply the needed intact testes. Not nearly enough for the trainees, let alone Doctor Stuart to have a whack at it. "Fuck it man! It seems like the BCCT's are the only ones that get to have any fun! Let’s face facts, it is still ‘chopping their balls off’ no matter how fancy the name Black Castrators of CaucasianTestes sounds, nor how much formal training."
Cleave might be interested in all of this, if his *** presents it to him in the right manner. It could go either way. Cleave might be grossed out by the BNWO direction. If his *** can just get it to ‘click’ into his son’s brain. At eighteen years old, his brain is still developing. A male continues to grow until he is twenty-five. The military knows this is true and wants new recruits right out of high school, they are easier to manipulate. Maybe as his ***, he has a chance to influence his son Cleave.
A Few Days Later:
“Cleave, you are a man now son”, states Doctor Stuart. And I know that you are interested in the medical field. How fast and firm is your desire to be a Gynecologist?”
“Well ***, it isn’t firm at all. I like the idea of helping with new births. Every new generation is the future of our country. That is kind of what kicked off the idea in the first place.”
His *** likes hearing that! “Well son, what IF you could help with new births in a manner that would benefit the Black community in particular, as well as society as a whole?”
Cleave laughs, then questions, “Okay ***, what are you NOT so subtly getting at?”
“Son, sit down. We need to talk about something called the Black New World Order and what could be your place within it.”
Doctor Stuart and his son Cleave begin to engage in the first of many long talks about the mission statement of the BNWO and what it can mean for society. Most importantly, how it will benefit the Black community at large and specifically the Black male.
Over the next several months Cleave is educated in the BNWO’s agenda and political strategy for achievement, including the proposed Department of Black Reparations. And then finally, he is exposed to the proposed methods for the execution of the mission statement.
Cleave had heard on the news that some White males were getting castrated, voluntarily, in support of Black Rights. It was kind of a ‘gross out’ to him and he didn’t think it was too widespread. That lack of awareness of current events is what happens when you are super busy getting excellent grades and being an all-around sports school athlete. He was always busy and exhausted. He was more interested in medicine than politics. Since he was attending private schools, he was somewhat sheltered from some of life’s uglier experiences.
But now out in the working world this summer of part-time low-end jobs, he is getting up to speed real fast as to what mistreatment looks like. Not a lot of people assume he is smart and well educated and has a great future ahead of him, because he is Black. They have pre-judged him, without knowing him. They get their opinions about Blacks from the News, T.V. shows and the movies.
Finally, Doctor Stuart arranges for his son Cleave to view the film, Doctor Kastrieren Completes a Triple Play. Cleave is fascinated with the documentary and not repulsed by it. His father is thrilled. This is the reaction he was hoping to get from his son.
Now, Cleave’s questions are less pollical. Instead, his questions are about the medical end of the BNWO. Such as human male castration in general, and the development of the ‘Castro Clamp’ and the ‘Castro Laser’. Cleave wants to know if there are any more documentaries that show White males being castrated in support of the BNWO. He wants to learn more about the selection and education process for certified Black Castrators of Caucasian Testes. And very importantly, he wants to be a Doctor of Urology, like his father, where he can really do some good.
Cleave’s head is wound up with all the BNWO information. His obsession with the BNWO is becoming a distraction from other things. He also thinks about White male castration constantly.
Then one day, Cleave is at the college gym and changing his clothes in the locker room. In walks several of the White guys who thinks of themselves as a Big Man On Campus, or BMOC. Cleave thinks that without a doubt, they seem to think of BMOC as a White male club only. None of the BMOC ever acknowledges Cleave in any of their classes nor at the college gym. It is like they are looking right through him. Not worth their time getting to know him, because his skin color is Black.
Cleave Stuart is very well built, just as well built as these guys. And every bit as smart. Maybe smarter. How dare they ignore him like he doesn’t exist. Cleave continues to change into his street clothes. The four BMOC White guys are in the same aisle, just on the other side and are stripping down out of their sweaty workout clothes to take a shower. They are so preoccupied that they don’t notice Cleave glancing their way. They are talking while facing their lockers anyway, so they wouldn’t see him.
Already shirtless, they begin to push their shorts and jockstraps down at about the same time. They are bending over to get their gym gear off from their feet. Cleave gets a great look at those four White ball sacks. Man alive, the most arrogant one of the BMOC ‘pack’ also has the biggest fucking balls in his sack. And in that instant, Cleave pictures his Black hands on that guy’s White ball sack, slicing a cut into it and popping out, first one of those big Caucasian DNA sperm filled balls and then the next one. He fantasizes he would say, “Here BMOC, let me relieve you of your arrogant balls. Isn’t that better? Now you don’t have to worry so much about living up to the White hype. Now, let me welcome you to the Black New World Order and YOUR White subservient place within it.”
Cleave turns and faces his locker and keeps dressing. His big cock now semi-erect and gaining girth. He remembers from the documentary how the doctor freeze dried the balls of one of the guys to preserve them. Cleave would love to do that with the nuts from this one BMOC. All of them in fact.
He finishes dressing and leaves the locker room heading for his car. His big Black cock is quickly becoming a full erection. He reaches into the front of his pants and shifts his cock up towards his muscled abs. His waist band will keep it flat against his body, even with his hard on.
He glances around the gym on his way out. Fuck man, look at all the White guys here. Balls to the walls that are full of Caucasian DNA sperm. This potential for breeding more of their kind does have to slow down. And the way to do that is through the ways advocated by the BNWO. It is already established; it just needs other Black men like him to commit to the limited breeding agenda.
Clarity Comes Through In Our Dreams:
Cleave’s sleep that night is restless. He is having the most vivid of dreams. It is a deep sleep dream. One of great color and sound and sexual excitement.
Cleave finds himself in a basement dungeon, like the type from the 1500’s Tower of London. It is well past mid-night. The room is illuminated by torches sat into brackets upon the stone walls. It really seems to be 500 years ago, like when traitors to the king were beheaded. And yet there is contemporary music playing, sort of like ‘club’ or ‘house’ music. A constant primitive beat, pulsing in the background. It starts to sound like a heart beating.
The room is heated by an oversize fireplace. The room is kept steamy by cold water being poured over hot rocks. The room has many well-built Black men in it, and they are bare chested. The Black men have sweat rolling down their chests. They all wear black hoods over their heads, like the medieval executioners wore. Their hairy and sweaty armpits are releasing their pheromones into the air. They smell like sex.
Below the waist, the Black men are only wearing something that looks like some type of loin covering, but without the brief. The loin covering is made of silver chainmail, therefore, they are covered and yet uncovered at the same time. The heat of the room has caused their scrotum to descend. Their heavy Black cock and balls are swinging free. The Black men have easy access to their cock should they choose to stroke it, or to sodomize a captive with it.
In the middle of the dungeon is a medieval RACK. On it a naked White man lays on his back. He looks to Cleave like the Big Man On Campus that has repeatedly disrespected him. With a clearer look, it is the guy from the college gym locker room, the one with the big balls filled with Caucasian DNA sperm. He is stretched out spread eagle, arms overhead, and legs spread wide open. Cleave orders, “AGAIN”. The wheel is turned another notch. BMOC screams in pain.
Cleave informs the BMOC, “You have confessed to being guilty of treason! You have been publishing an underground newspaper that advocates the dissolution of the Department of the Black New World Order! The newspaper mocks Black Reparations that have been so keenly fought to establish. Your writings encourage violence and disruption to return to society. You think that each and every, any old White man should be allowed to maintain their testicles and breed unchecked. You are a degenerate!”
“But we have you now, and some of the other outlaws contributing to your outrageous writings that you are publishing. You and the other White males will be made to conform to the standards of the White Castration Advocacy. Thank you for screaming out their names to us.”
The BMOC is beyond pain and has no way get loose from the rack. He would not be able to find the strength to fight off the room of Black men, even if he could get loose. He has betrayed his friends, the other BMOC. He knows that his fate is to be castrated. He has accepted that he will soon be ‘in compliance’ with the BNWO mandates for White males that show disrespect and aggression.
Cleave announces, “It is time! Bring to me THE poker!” One of the Black men goes to the fire and gets THE poker that has a knife sharp cutting red-hot end, and hands it over to Cleave. The BMOC screams once again upon seeing it. He knows intuitively what it is used for, and that there will be no dulling agent used to kill the pain.
Two of the Black attendants use their hands to stretch out the White guy’s scrotum. The big balls are clearly visible in the extended White sack. Another of the Black attendants uses a curved cutting knife and makes an incision on each side of ball sack. Then the attendant pushes the first testicle out through the opening.
Placing a flat stone underneath the spermatic cords, Cleave uses the red-hot poker to burn the flesh. It severs and cauterizes at the same time. The testicle of the BMOC is now freed from its original owner. Cleave places it on the guy’s belly button, so the guy can look down and see it. The BMOC screams!
All of the Black men in the room are getting an erection from the castration and the screams. Cleave performs the same procedure on the other testicle. The red-hot poker sears the flesh, you can smell it in the air. The sweaty Black attendants throw cool water on the BMOC to cool down the burns on his groin. That arrogant BMOC is now a White ball-less wonder! There are comments and shouts of approval in the dungeon! The room almost vibrates or radiates electricity, like a hot electric eel. Or more aptly stated, a room filled with hot ERECT Black electric eels rising up from underneath chainmail.
Cleave Stuart suddenly AWAKENS from his dream. He is in his bed at home. He is sweating profusely. He has a full erection. As soon as he begins to beat off, he is ready to shoot his load. He switches on the lamp next to his bed. He crunches up, like a half sit-up, and points his fully extended Black cock at his mouth. He bellows, “YEAH, fucking WHITE boy! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! Fucking lost YOUR BALLS, didn’t YOU! Fucking conceited White boy MOTHERFUCKER!”
He shoots off his load, the first cum shot easily reaches his extended tongue. The second shot, his chin. The last shot hits his chest. He lays back on his bed. He turns off the light. He lays there breathing hard, sweating profusely and pinching his nipples. He smears his generous Black DNA sperm and semen all over his chest. He feels happy and smiles.
He says out loud to himself, “That was an awesome dream! I think I now know for sure, what work I am meant to do with my life!”. Shit, he thinks, I hope no one heard me in the house. Surely, they must be all asleep. As it turns out, Cleave was not so quiet that he wasn’t overheard.
His father, Doctor Stuart had trouble sleeping that night. He is in the kitchen making his favorite late-night treat, hot chocolate with a little Kalua added. He heard noise coming from his oldest son’s bedroom and was outside the door when Cleave switched the lamp on. He overheard everything his son has said, and he smiles from ear to ear. He is so very grateful that things have turned out so positively. As he sips his late-night beverage, he says under his breath, “Oh thank God! There is hope for the future!”.
Doctor Roger Stuart is at his office looking at the medical information of a new patient. From what he sees on the patient’s chart, he learns that the patient is named Adam. Adam is a White male, 28 years old. He has been referred to Doctor Stuart by his regular doctor and is seeking a vasectomy.
Adam’s wife has just announced that she is pregnant. She stopped taking the pill without consulting him. This will be their third child. They had agreed not to have any more children. They have two girls, but his wife wants to try for a son. Adam anticipates another ********. Another screaming, demanding, spoiled ******** in the house. He already has two girls, who’s bad behavior is learned from his blond, blue-eyed trophy-wife. A wife who is now known to him as, That Devious Bitch.
“Hello Adam, I am Doctor Stuart. I see that you are requesting a vasectomy. Am I correct?”
“Yes, Doctor Stuart. I have a third child on the way and the second one was supposed to be our last one.”
“Oh wow, how did that happen?” Laughing at himself, Doctor Stuart questions, “I guess in the regular old way?”
“Yes, but I thought my wife was on the pill. She stopped taking it without my knowledge. She is trying for a son. Not that I wouldn’t have liked to have a son, but we didn’t have one. We had agreed on only raising two offspring.”
Doctor Stuart asks, “And if she finds out it is another female, will she consider having an abortion, and then try again for a son?”
“No, no, no way! I don’t even have to ask her that question to know the answer.” Adam states, “She will want to keep it. And who knows, she might want to try yet again for a son. Now that I know that I can’t trust her to stay on the pill, I want a vasectomy.”
“Well, this is a problem. Since your wife might want to have another child after this one, it is unlikely she will sign the consent form for your vasectomy.”
“I’m FUCKED then!”, flatly states Adam.
Doctor Stuart wants to double check to see if his hunch is correct. “Adam, do you have any photos of your two *********?”
Adam thinks the doctor might try to talk him out of the vasectomy by pulling on his heart strings. Adam has his heart set on a vasectomy. “Yes doctor, I have some on my phone here. Here we go, here are the girls. And here is a photo that includes their mother.”
The doctor’s hunch is correct. Adam’s wife and two girls are White. And that is great, at least it was White females that were born. What he doesn’t want to see is yet another White male being born. The recent statistics show an increase of new White male births in the country.
Of course, if a White male would happen to be born, the baby boy would need to be radically circumcised right after birth to reduce sensitivity of his glans for his lifespan. A radically circumcised glans dries out and should make sex play less enjoyable for the male. And later when fully grown, he should be evaluated for breeding or sterilization prior to breeding with women. One day, that could possibly be the law, not just a highly recommend practice.
Doctor Stuart states, “What a lovely ****** you have! You are a very lucky man! My wife and I only have sons. But I get it. You have had your children and you are through. Is that correct?”
“OH YEAH, I AM DONE! I have had my children!” Adam has made up his mind.
Doctor Stuart pauses, and then offers, “Adam, you know what, it is our policy to have the wife’s written consent for this procedure. However, it is your body you are modifying and therefore, I believe, it is your right to make this decision on your own.”
Adam is elated to hear this news! “Fantastic Doctor! That is great news!”
“But just to protect my interests here at the doctor’s office, would you be willing to forge your wife’s signature on the paperwork? Or is that out of your comfort zone.”
“HELL NO it’s not out of my comfort zone at all! Fuck that! Where do I sign my name and where do I forge The Devious Bitch’s signature?”
Good news, the paperwork gets signed, and Adam gets his vasectomy! A couple of snips within the ‘ye olde’ ball sack later, and there is a sterilized young White male on his way out of the office. Doctor Stuart is happy to see that! Every individual White male vasectomy counts toward supporting the BNWO objectives. I will happily snip away; Doctor Stuart gleefully thinks.
Doctor Stuart is a White male himself. Married, he met his wife in medical school. She is the love of his life! They have so much in common, such as their love of medicine. Their love of politics. Their love for their four sons. They would do anything for their sons to make a better life for them. Their four mixed race sons. Doctor Stuart’s wife is Black.
It is now the end of this workday for Doctor Stuart. He has an important meeting to get to and he wants to be on time. Doctor Stuart is on the Board for the local chapter of the Black New World Order. It might seem odd to some, that a White doctor is on the board of a BNWO chapter. However, the White doctor is very welcomed there. He helps to promote understanding and inclusiveness for the BNWO mission statement. Otherwise, it might seem like it is just a lot of angry Black men against the Whites. This is not the case. The BNWO wants to have equality and opportunity for all non-White people. Having educated Whites involved, helps to legitimize their mission, especially a guy from the medical field.
In truth, outside the stated propaganda, the BNWO is about supporting opportunities for Black MALES. The actual agenda is to decrease the aggression and violence that is coming from the White males toward the Black male community. A lot more aggression has been manifested over the significant upscale movement of the Black community. Upscale is an understatement! Now, there has even been a Black male president in the States. How the FUCK did that happen, a lot of Whites want to know!
There are several ways that are being advocated by the BNWO to help cure the White male aggression. Medication for the White males is one way. One can prescribe medication, but you can’t make the ‘aggressor’ swallow the pill. Some will take the meds and become more docile, but others will just spit it out or not take it.
Adult castration is another way that is being advocated and this method is something that the BNWO can trust to be effective. Once the White male is castrated, it is a done deal. After a few months’ time, the aggressive behavior will begin to subside. Increased Black male and White male co-operation will become the result. It also helps with population control, just less White MESS to deal with.
The radical members of the BNWO are advocating an extreme change to the system. They want things done faster. They feel that their Black brothers have waited long enough. What the country needs is a new department within the government. They want a Department of Black Reparations to be established and representatives to be meeting with the president. There is great concern among the more conservatives in the ranks of the BNWO. The concern is that if they push too hard for Reparations, they will be seen as only advocating for the Blacks’ benefit.
The White Castration Advocacy mission is gaining popularity among the ranks of the BNWO. Through increasingly widespread dissemination on social media, college age White men are beginning to be re-educated to understand how this will benefit society at large. The “all about me” philosophy is not popular with the new generation now entering adult hood. The new generation is about the greater social good. Society is polluted with extreme anger and racial injustice. It is time for a change for the better. It is time for co-operation.
Doctor Stuart is on his way to a BNWO meeting tonight to see a documentary filmed during a White castration. It was filmed by an all-Black film crew about six months ago in the medical office of the well-known Doctor Kastrieren. The film is titled, Doctor Kastrieren Completes a Triple Play and documents three college age White males being castrated so they can become spokesmen for the BNWO movement. One of the White boys was also radically circumcised, and the word is that he put up a bit of a howl when he found out his dick is now ‘cut’.
Later in the Evening:
The film showing at the BNWO meeting has concluded. Doctor Stuart loved it! So very important to get those White boys physically compliant with the BNWO mission and out in the world as spokesman advocating social change through body modification.
The doctor has a plan to bring his oldest son into the loop about the BNWO. Up to now, he and his wife have not mentioned anything about the BNWO to their sons. But the oldest one, Cleave, is now a young man with a bright future in medicine. It is time to stop keeping secrets from him and include him in the movement.
Cleave just graduated from high school a month ago. He is 18 years old. Of mixed race. A ‘straight arrow’ that loves the ladies. He is a scholar and athlete. He has extremely high SAT scores. He is motivated and focused. He wants to get a medical degree and likely he will. He starts college in a few weeks at a very well-known and well thought of university. He is planning on becoming a Gynecologist.
Doctor Stuart would like to see his son become a Urologist, like him. He believes that his son should carry on in his footsteps with helping to sterilize more White males. Like father, like son. Up to now, it has only been vasectomies, but the doctor would like to grow the business to include castration.
Unfortunately, Doctor Stuart has not yet had the chance to perform a castration. He believes the opportunities are being funneled to the BNWO’s new program for medical trainees’ that is informally known as BCCT. Which is shorthand for the formal name, Black Castrators of Caucasian Testes. The trainees must have enough hours of actual hands-on human castration experience logged, in order to fulfill their BCCT Certificate requirements.
Apparently, there are not quite enough White volunteer recruits who support the BNWO, to supply the needed intact testes. Not nearly enough for the trainees, let alone Doctor Stuart to have a whack at it. "Fuck it man! It seems like the BCCT's are the only ones that get to have any fun! Let’s face facts, it is still ‘chopping their balls off’ no matter how fancy the name Black Castrators of CaucasianTestes sounds, nor how much formal training."
Cleave might be interested in all of this, if his *** presents it to him in the right manner. It could go either way. Cleave might be grossed out by the BNWO direction. If his *** can just get it to ‘click’ into his son’s brain. At eighteen years old, his brain is still developing. A male continues to grow until he is twenty-five. The military knows this is true and wants new recruits right out of high school, they are easier to manipulate. Maybe as his ***, he has a chance to influence his son Cleave.
A Few Days Later:
“Cleave, you are a man now son”, states Doctor Stuart. And I know that you are interested in the medical field. How fast and firm is your desire to be a Gynecologist?”
“Well ***, it isn’t firm at all. I like the idea of helping with new births. Every new generation is the future of our country. That is kind of what kicked off the idea in the first place.”
His *** likes hearing that! “Well son, what IF you could help with new births in a manner that would benefit the Black community in particular, as well as society as a whole?”
Cleave laughs, then questions, “Okay ***, what are you NOT so subtly getting at?”
“Son, sit down. We need to talk about something called the Black New World Order and what could be your place within it.”
Doctor Stuart and his son Cleave begin to engage in the first of many long talks about the mission statement of the BNWO and what it can mean for society. Most importantly, how it will benefit the Black community at large and specifically the Black male.
Over the next several months Cleave is educated in the BNWO’s agenda and political strategy for achievement, including the proposed Department of Black Reparations. And then finally, he is exposed to the proposed methods for the execution of the mission statement.
Cleave had heard on the news that some White males were getting castrated, voluntarily, in support of Black Rights. It was kind of a ‘gross out’ to him and he didn’t think it was too widespread. That lack of awareness of current events is what happens when you are super busy getting excellent grades and being an all-around sports school athlete. He was always busy and exhausted. He was more interested in medicine than politics. Since he was attending private schools, he was somewhat sheltered from some of life’s uglier experiences.
But now out in the working world this summer of part-time low-end jobs, he is getting up to speed real fast as to what mistreatment looks like. Not a lot of people assume he is smart and well educated and has a great future ahead of him, because he is Black. They have pre-judged him, without knowing him. They get their opinions about Blacks from the News, T.V. shows and the movies.
Finally, Doctor Stuart arranges for his son Cleave to view the film, Doctor Kastrieren Completes a Triple Play. Cleave is fascinated with the documentary and not repulsed by it. His father is thrilled. This is the reaction he was hoping to get from his son.
Now, Cleave’s questions are less pollical. Instead, his questions are about the medical end of the BNWO. Such as human male castration in general, and the development of the ‘Castro Clamp’ and the ‘Castro Laser’. Cleave wants to know if there are any more documentaries that show White males being castrated in support of the BNWO. He wants to learn more about the selection and education process for certified Black Castrators of Caucasian Testes. And very importantly, he wants to be a Doctor of Urology, like his father, where he can really do some good.
Cleave’s head is wound up with all the BNWO information. His obsession with the BNWO is becoming a distraction from other things. He also thinks about White male castration constantly.
Then one day, Cleave is at the college gym and changing his clothes in the locker room. In walks several of the White guys who thinks of themselves as a Big Man On Campus, or BMOC. Cleave thinks that without a doubt, they seem to think of BMOC as a White male club only. None of the BMOC ever acknowledges Cleave in any of their classes nor at the college gym. It is like they are looking right through him. Not worth their time getting to know him, because his skin color is Black.
Cleave Stuart is very well built, just as well built as these guys. And every bit as smart. Maybe smarter. How dare they ignore him like he doesn’t exist. Cleave continues to change into his street clothes. The four BMOC White guys are in the same aisle, just on the other side and are stripping down out of their sweaty workout clothes to take a shower. They are so preoccupied that they don’t notice Cleave glancing their way. They are talking while facing their lockers anyway, so they wouldn’t see him.
Already shirtless, they begin to push their shorts and jockstraps down at about the same time. They are bending over to get their gym gear off from their feet. Cleave gets a great look at those four White ball sacks. Man alive, the most arrogant one of the BMOC ‘pack’ also has the biggest fucking balls in his sack. And in that instant, Cleave pictures his Black hands on that guy’s White ball sack, slicing a cut into it and popping out, first one of those big Caucasian DNA sperm filled balls and then the next one. He fantasizes he would say, “Here BMOC, let me relieve you of your arrogant balls. Isn’t that better? Now you don’t have to worry so much about living up to the White hype. Now, let me welcome you to the Black New World Order and YOUR White subservient place within it.”
Cleave turns and faces his locker and keeps dressing. His big cock now semi-erect and gaining girth. He remembers from the documentary how the doctor freeze dried the balls of one of the guys to preserve them. Cleave would love to do that with the nuts from this one BMOC. All of them in fact.
He finishes dressing and leaves the locker room heading for his car. His big Black cock is quickly becoming a full erection. He reaches into the front of his pants and shifts his cock up towards his muscled abs. His waist band will keep it flat against his body, even with his hard on.
He glances around the gym on his way out. Fuck man, look at all the White guys here. Balls to the walls that are full of Caucasian DNA sperm. This potential for breeding more of their kind does have to slow down. And the way to do that is through the ways advocated by the BNWO. It is already established; it just needs other Black men like him to commit to the limited breeding agenda.
Clarity Comes Through In Our Dreams:
Cleave’s sleep that night is restless. He is having the most vivid of dreams. It is a deep sleep dream. One of great color and sound and sexual excitement.
Cleave finds himself in a basement dungeon, like the type from the 1500’s Tower of London. It is well past mid-night. The room is illuminated by torches sat into brackets upon the stone walls. It really seems to be 500 years ago, like when traitors to the king were beheaded. And yet there is contemporary music playing, sort of like ‘club’ or ‘house’ music. A constant primitive beat, pulsing in the background. It starts to sound like a heart beating.
The room is heated by an oversize fireplace. The room is kept steamy by cold water being poured over hot rocks. The room has many well-built Black men in it, and they are bare chested. The Black men have sweat rolling down their chests. They all wear black hoods over their heads, like the medieval executioners wore. Their hairy and sweaty armpits are releasing their pheromones into the air. They smell like sex.
Below the waist, the Black men are only wearing something that looks like some type of loin covering, but without the brief. The loin covering is made of silver chainmail, therefore, they are covered and yet uncovered at the same time. The heat of the room has caused their scrotum to descend. Their heavy Black cock and balls are swinging free. The Black men have easy access to their cock should they choose to stroke it, or to sodomize a captive with it.
In the middle of the dungeon is a medieval RACK. On it a naked White man lays on his back. He looks to Cleave like the Big Man On Campus that has repeatedly disrespected him. With a clearer look, it is the guy from the college gym locker room, the one with the big balls filled with Caucasian DNA sperm. He is stretched out spread eagle, arms overhead, and legs spread wide open. Cleave orders, “AGAIN”. The wheel is turned another notch. BMOC screams in pain.
Cleave informs the BMOC, “You have confessed to being guilty of treason! You have been publishing an underground newspaper that advocates the dissolution of the Department of the Black New World Order! The newspaper mocks Black Reparations that have been so keenly fought to establish. Your writings encourage violence and disruption to return to society. You think that each and every, any old White man should be allowed to maintain their testicles and breed unchecked. You are a degenerate!”
“But we have you now, and some of the other outlaws contributing to your outrageous writings that you are publishing. You and the other White males will be made to conform to the standards of the White Castration Advocacy. Thank you for screaming out their names to us.”
The BMOC is beyond pain and has no way get loose from the rack. He would not be able to find the strength to fight off the room of Black men, even if he could get loose. He has betrayed his friends, the other BMOC. He knows that his fate is to be castrated. He has accepted that he will soon be ‘in compliance’ with the BNWO mandates for White males that show disrespect and aggression.
Cleave announces, “It is time! Bring to me THE poker!” One of the Black men goes to the fire and gets THE poker that has a knife sharp cutting red-hot end, and hands it over to Cleave. The BMOC screams once again upon seeing it. He knows intuitively what it is used for, and that there will be no dulling agent used to kill the pain.
Two of the Black attendants use their hands to stretch out the White guy’s scrotum. The big balls are clearly visible in the extended White sack. Another of the Black attendants uses a curved cutting knife and makes an incision on each side of ball sack. Then the attendant pushes the first testicle out through the opening.
Placing a flat stone underneath the spermatic cords, Cleave uses the red-hot poker to burn the flesh. It severs and cauterizes at the same time. The testicle of the BMOC is now freed from its original owner. Cleave places it on the guy’s belly button, so the guy can look down and see it. The BMOC screams!
All of the Black men in the room are getting an erection from the castration and the screams. Cleave performs the same procedure on the other testicle. The red-hot poker sears the flesh, you can smell it in the air. The sweaty Black attendants throw cool water on the BMOC to cool down the burns on his groin. That arrogant BMOC is now a White ball-less wonder! There are comments and shouts of approval in the dungeon! The room almost vibrates or radiates electricity, like a hot electric eel. Or more aptly stated, a room filled with hot ERECT Black electric eels rising up from underneath chainmail.
Cleave Stuart suddenly AWAKENS from his dream. He is in his bed at home. He is sweating profusely. He has a full erection. As soon as he begins to beat off, he is ready to shoot his load. He switches on the lamp next to his bed. He crunches up, like a half sit-up, and points his fully extended Black cock at his mouth. He bellows, “YEAH, fucking WHITE boy! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! Fucking lost YOUR BALLS, didn’t YOU! Fucking conceited White boy MOTHERFUCKER!”
He shoots off his load, the first cum shot easily reaches his extended tongue. The second shot, his chin. The last shot hits his chest. He lays back on his bed. He turns off the light. He lays there breathing hard, sweating profusely and pinching his nipples. He smears his generous Black DNA sperm and semen all over his chest. He feels happy and smiles.
He says out loud to himself, “That was an awesome dream! I think I now know for sure, what work I am meant to do with my life!”. Shit, he thinks, I hope no one heard me in the house. Surely, they must be all asleep. As it turns out, Cleave was not so quiet that he wasn’t overheard.
His father, Doctor Stuart had trouble sleeping that night. He is in the kitchen making his favorite late-night treat, hot chocolate with a little Kalua added. He heard noise coming from his oldest son’s bedroom and was outside the door when Cleave switched the lamp on. He overheard everything his son has said, and he smiles from ear to ear. He is so very grateful that things have turned out so positively. As he sips his late-night beverage, he says under his breath, “Oh thank God! There is hope for the future!”.
I hope the author will continue to develop this storyline as it has great potential to inspire those who read it.
