Stories by JWC

The following story is both sexually and violently explicit. It includes, but is not limited to, extreme racial violence. If you are offended by the violent physical abuse of white men, even merely as fantasy, please do not read further. If, however, you find pleasure in the racial, sexual, and...

“Emily, welcome. I'm Sabrina McKibben, Director of the Office of Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity here at the University. Please, have a seat." The young Asian-American girl, modestly dressed, with straight, black hair set back by a tortoise shell headband, sat in the indicated chair across the...

Jake As the high-speed catamaran shuttled us from Nassau to the exclusive fertility clinic located on a small private island off the Bahamas, my wife, Allison commented that the clinic looked more like a high-end resort, with bungalows set amidst palm trees and white sandy beaches. Once we...

....or Master Ahmad: the Origin One of the fastest growing phenomena in social media today is that of black cash masters and mistresses draining the finances of white submissives over the internet. Increasingly, such fantasy role playing is spilling into the real lives of both the dominant...

The following is a fantasy that includes violence and racial domination. All names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to places or people, living or dead, is coincidental. The actions or racial attitudes of real individuals should not be inferred...

When he was still a medical intern, Dr. Marcellus Dalton, with his business partner Darius Williams, dreamed of putting his medical training in service to the noble cause of white ********. Darius specialized in abortion, snuffing the life of white parasites before they escaped the womb...

Marisa and I were on our way to the airport to pick up Master Ahmed. We had dropped our sons, Tommy and Wayne, our piglets, off at school on the way. They appeared nearly as excited as Marisa to see Master Ahmed again. We had to assure them that they would see him as soon as school was out. Once...

Over the next few weeks, Master Ahmed tweeted countless photos and videos of himself and my wife, Marisa, enjoying their summer in South Beach. They took a long term rental right on the water, a rental which I financed, of course, by making payments on Master Ahmed's credit card. One photo...

Over the last several weeks, my life had changed in ways that it would have been impossible for me to imagine. Marisa and I had married just out of college after she became pregnant with our first son, Tommy. I was working in insurance as an actuary, she was a paralegal. When Tommy came along...

After a couple of days or so of silence, Master Ahmed's Twitter account was suddenly bursting with activity, posts of photos and video from the Black Lives Matter demonstrations in Washington D.C. that he and my wife, Marisa, were attending. The posts from the daytime were innocuous enough...