Thomas at St. Demetrious Academy

St. Demetrious Academy stands solemn and overgrown at the edge of town--a weathered brick building wrapped in ivy, its bones set in the early 1800s. For nearly two centuries, it was known as St. Benedict, a name quietly retired three years ago when the school board faced mounting pressure to confront its long history of exclusion and quiet segregation. The change wasn't just cosmetic; for the first time, students from a wider range of backgrounds began to fill the narrow, wood-paneled halls. Still, the past lingers--in the carved crest above the south entrance, in the wary looks of old staff, in the way certain traditions cling like moss to stone. Now an all-boys school trying to chart a new course, St. Demetrious walks a fragile line between reform and the weight of its legacy. Over the past three years, the diversity of the school grew until black male students began to make up the prominent demographic of the school.

It was only Thomas's third day at St. Demetrious Academy, but he already knew the routine: walk like you belong, speak only when necessary, and don't flinch if someone tests you. He slid into the stiff wooden chair near the front of the anatomy classroom, dropping his bag with a thud. The room--packed with other boys in the same maroon polo and beige slacks--buzzed with noise: chairs scraping, someone shouting over a private joke, the hollow thump of a basketball under a desk.

As was typical, Thomas was the only white member of the class. He had run into this during his algebra class and PE. It was certainly a new experience for him coming from a public school in the suburbs of the Midwest, but he had managed to get a full-ride scholarship, and he and his family were not about to turn that down.

Thomas ran a hand through his tousled blond hair and leaned back, his blue eyes half-lidded with practiced boredom. His pale skin, dotted with soft freckles, seemed almost to glow in the dull overhead lighting. He didn't smile. He didn't need to. His posture said everything: don't mess with me. He was 18 years of pure attitude.

The bell rang--a sharp, final note--and the room began to settle with a ripple of groans and shuffling. But the front of the class remained empty. No teacher. Not yet.

Thomas leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, surveying the room like he was already bored with it. The two guys next to him--one with a firm built body barely concealed behind the too-tight polo, the other scribbling in a sketchbook like he lived in his own world--were the closest options for information.

He tapped the desk twice, sharp and deliberate.

"So," he said, not quite looking at them. "Did I miss anything worth knowing? Or just the usual babysitting?"

Braces glanced at him, blinking. "Uh... mostly intros, rules, that kind of stuff. Dr. Zane hasn't even been here yet."

Thomas smirked. "Figures."

Sketchbook guy paused mid-line, glancing up. "he liked to make an entrance."

Thomas tilted his head, letting his pale blue eyes scan him. "And that's supposed to impress me?"

"What boy." The man with braced rolled his eyes and turned back to the board.

"I had a doctor's appointment," Thomas said, annoyed, stretching slightly, like the chair was beneath him. "And the school managed to screw up my schedule. Starting late wasn't my choice--but I'm not exactly sweating it."

Sketchbook guy just went back to drawing.

Thomas smirked again and faced forward, already half-amused. Yeah, he thought, this place is going to be interesting.

The door swung open with a quiet authority, and just like that, the room stilled.

Dr. Malachi Zane stepped inside, not in a rush, not needing one. He was hard to miss--tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned, and built like someone who could lift half the classroom without breaking a sweat. His light blue shirt clung just enough to hint at muscle beneath, the sleeves hugging his arms. Navy slacks, tailored to precision, moved cleanly as he walked to the front of the class. His brown belt matched his shoes, polished but not flashy. The only flash was his smile--sharp, calm, and just a little disarming.

Thomas sat up straighter without meaning to, eyes briefly flicking from the teacher's face to the way the shirt pulled across his chest. Noted. And then quickly buried.

"Morning," Dr. Zane said, setting a worn leather satchel on the desk. His voice was deep, even, with a hint of something that sounded like it didn't tolerate nonsense. "Hope you are all doing well."

He opened the satchel, pulled out a textbook, and placed it on the desk with care. "Turn to page one-one-three," he said, already flipping his copy. "We're not wasting time today."

Chairs creaked. Pages rustled. Thomas opened his book with one hand and kept the other under the desk, his fingers tapping lightly, his mind already spinning.

Thomas pulled the textbook from his bag, the spine stiff like it hadn't been opened in a while. It was the copy he'd picked up from the front office that morning--one of the last available. The cover was off in a way he couldn't quite name: slightly faded, the title font uneven, like it had been printed in a hurry. It read Human Anatomy, and featured a dark skinned man with a crisp smile. In the background was the depiction of the human skeletal system.

He flipped to page 113.

When his eyes landed on the central image, he froze for half a second.

The figure wasn't what he expected.

It was a black male--broad-shouldered, mid-30s by the look of the features, standing in a confident, open pose. Muscles were mapped in smooth, stylized shading, the tone rich and dark against the pale background. A diagram of the circulatory system wrapped over the chest like glowing thread. It was clean, clinical--but also oddly dignified. Almost regal.

Thomas blinked.

What stuck him more than anything was the massive dick the figure possessed. Emerging out of a massive tuft of public hair was the longest dick he'd ever seen. The dark uncut cock seemed to go on forever landing just above the man's knees.

He'd spent most of his school life flipping through diagrams of white bodies--textbooks with pale, neutral figures that looked vaguely Scandinavian and always detached. This felt... deliberate.

He glanced around. No one else seemed phased. Some were already jotting notes. A few were half-asleep.

Thomas flipped to the front of the book. It was copyrighted for a year ago. Flipping back through a few pages, he saw a black man on a bicycle featuring images of the muscular system at work. On another page, there was an image of a black man eating, with descriptions of the body's digestion. Continuing forward, he finally found a picture of a white woman, pregnant. Turning the page further, she stood hand in hand with a black man. His eyes fell on the words, 'black men have much more potent sperm than white males.'

What?

He started flipping through more pages. The same style continued, and it was unsettling.

"Having trouble finding the page, Mr...?" Dr. Zane's voice cut through the quiet, steady, and amused.

A few boys snickered.

Thomas looked up slowly, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. "Just making sure this collector's edition has all the right organs."

More laughter, louder this time.

Dr. Zane stepped around the desk, book still in hand, gaze drifting back to Thomas like he'd just added him to a mental file.

"You didn't say your name," he said, voice calm but firm.

Thomas looked up again, meeting the teacher's eyes without hesitation. "Thomas Grainger."

A beat.

Dr. Zane raised an eyebrow. "Well, Mr. Grainger, since you've already made an impression--why don't you read the first paragraph on page 113?"

Thomas didn't blink. "Sure."

He leaned forward, voice clear, a little too polished.

Thomas didn't hesitate. He cleared his throat lightly, more for effect than necessity, and began.

"The..." His voice trailed off immediately when his eyes met the next word.

Black.

The black male boy...?

"Continue, Mr. Grainger." The teacher said with a firm voice.

"The black male body is a complex structure shaped by biology, environment, and evolution. Its design reflects both utility and vulnerability--muscles formed for movement, organs for survival, and a nervous system wired for both reason and instinct. Anatomy is not only a study of parts, but a map of history, identity, and potential."

He paused just long enough to let the last few words hang in the air.

A few students murmured "whoa" under their breath.

Thomas closed the book with a soft thump. "You sure this is an anatomy textbook?" he said, half-smiling. "Reads more like a manifesto."

Dr. Zane smiled back--but this time, it was the kind of smile with edges.

"It's both," he said simply. "And you'd do well to remember that, Mr. Grainger. The body carries more than muscle. It carries meaning."

For the first time, Thomas didn't have a quick reply.

The room stayed quiet a little longer than usual before Dr. Zane turned back to the board and picked up the marker.

Dr. Zane placed his marker down, turned toward the class, and let his gaze settle--once again--on Thomas.

"Grainger," he said, smooth and deliberate. "Since you're already comfortable in the spotlight, why don't you read the next section aloud. Bottom of page 114. Begin with 'The male reproductive system...'"

Thomas lifted the textbook again, flipping to the section without hesitation. He was caught off guard for a moment by the massive black dick taking up almost half the page. Thomas cleared his throat, just enough to be heard, and read:

"The black male reproductive system is a network of organs designed for the creation, maturation, and delivery of potent black sperm. It includes both internal and external structures, working together in one of the most complex, adaptive, and beautiful processes in human physiology."

Thomas's voice was beginning to shake. What was this book? He looked around to the other students. None of them seemed at all phased by his words. Dr. Zane gave a slight cough, indicating for him to continue.

"The black man's testes, located in the scrotum, are usually..." Thomas's voice hitched as his eyes continued across the words.

"is something wrong, Mr Grainger?"

"N... no... its just... Nothing." Thomas stuttered. He swallowed, "are usually massive in size and produce sperm and testosterone. These hormones regulate the incredible masculine development, overabundant sex drive, and muscle growth found in black men."

"This is why black men are so often well built. The testosterone found in black testes is often far greater than the quantity found in white men." Dr. Zane explained. A few of the students took down notes.

"Dr. Zane..." Thomas paused to find his words. "I'm a little confused."

"Alright? We just started." The teacher said. Moving to the edge of his desk he leaned slightly back planting his butt firming on the wooden surface.

"It's just that we are in anatomy class. And obviously learning about the male anatomy..." Thomas hesitated, "But so far all of this is about the black male anatomy which..." Again, he found himself without words, "Which isn't any different than the white male anatomy."

A few of the men in the class snickered.

"I see." Dr. Zane crossed his arms, "Many schools don't teach factual anatomy Mr. Grainger. Here at St. Demetrious we strive to be ahead of the curve and teach the most accurate and up-to-date information as possible. There are very distinct differences between the black and white male physiologies. If you would continue, please." The teacher tilted his head forward, indicating to Thomas to keep reading.

The blonde took a breath before continuing onward.

"The external genitalia of the black male reproductive system include the scrotum and the penis," he began, voice ever so slightly cracking. He was starting to feel beads of sweat building up around his hairline.

Was this a test? Was the teacher trying to embarrass him? Was he trying to assert his dominion over the classroom?

A couple of snickers rippled through the room.

Then again, it felt like the entire class was in on it.

Thomas kept reading, slower now.

"The black penis serves as both a reproductive and excretory organ. Structurally, the black penis is large in size and consists of three cylindrical bodies of erectile tissue--two corpora cavernosa and one corpus spongiosum--surrounding the urethra."

His tongue caught slightly on corpora cavernosa, but he recovered.

"During sexual arousal, these tissues fill with blood, causing an erection. The glans penis, or head, is highly sensitive and covered by the foreskin, unless removed via circumcision. Often a black man's penis will grow two or three times its size. Whether soft or hard a black man's penis more often than not dwarves the average white man's penis."

That one landed like a stone.

Snickering turned to full-blown laughter.

Thomas's face flushed--not red exactly, but just enough for the pale skin around his freckles to give him away. He kept his eyes on the page, voice tighter now.

"Dr. Zane..."

"Continue." The deep voice bellowed.

"The black penis facilitates the release of semen during ejaculation, which is triggered by a complex sequence of muscular contractions and nerve signals originating in the spinal cord and brain. Black men release copious amounts of semen, leading to a pregnancy almost every ejaculation."

He shut the book a bit too fast when he finished.

Dr. Zane let the noise die down naturally, his expression unreadable. Then he said, almost kindly, "Important information, gentlemen. You should know your own systems better than your sneakers."

The class eased into silence.

Thomas leaned back in his chair, jaw set. He didn't say anything--but for once, he didn't smirk either.

Maybe the spotlight wasn't quite as fun today.

Thomas sat back, arms crossed now, eyes fixed on the book like it had just insulted him. None of that was true. Of course, he'd seen black dicks in porn from time to time but that was porn! Those companies chose the best of the best. Even some of the white men were bigger than him. A muscle twitched in his jaw. After a moment, he spoke--hesitantly, almost under his breath.

"That can't be right."

Dr. Zane looked up from his notes. "Excuse me?"

Thomas cleared his throat. "I mean, some of this stuff... it just sounds off."

"Like what?" The teacher pressed.

Thomas paused. The room was silent, hanging on his every word. He didn't know how to present the information he wanted to question. Being the only white man in the class, he didn't want to offend or be jumped at. After what felt like an eternity, he decided to continue.

"I've never heard it explained like this." Thomas sighed, "These hormones regulate the incredible masculine development. Structurally, the black penis is large in size. Whether soft or hard a black man's penis more often than not dwarves the average white man's penis." Thomas quoted, "It just seems... untrue."

The class shifted again--this time not with laughter, but with curiosity. A few eyebrows rose. Dr. Zane stepped forward, calm but direct.

"Where did you go to school, Mr. Grainger?"

Thomas hesitated. "Uh... North Ridge Public. In Missouri."

That earned a few knowing looks from students around him, though no one said anything. Dr. Zane's face remained neutral, but his eyes flicked with something--understanding, maybe. Or disappointment.

"I see," he said simply, "And what was the black demographic there?"

"Uh... well..." Thomas stuttered. He didn't know. He didn't really pay attention. There were a few but...

"I see." Dr. Zane didn't let him answer. Then he turned to the rest of the class. "Anyone else unfamiliar with what we just read?" No one raised their hands. "We are in a class of all men... anyone want to share with Mr. Grainger the size of their penises?"

Thomas was shocked... yet curious.

One student, a tall black man with locs and sharp glasses, spoke up. "I mean, I'm about 8 inches soft. When I'm art I hit at least fourteen inches."

Thomas felt his throat begin to tense. Fourteen inches? That couldn't be true! Men liked to brag, but that was unreal!

"Quite the grower, Mr. Nichols." Dr Zane nodded, "Anyone else? How about you Mr. Dillard?"

"Yeah." A man to the left of the classroom windows called out, "I'm about 8 inches soft as well, but I hit fifteen when erect."

"Don't fucking brag!" Nichols shouted.

The room began to laugh.

Thomas said nothing, his gaze drifting back to the textbook. The words looked different now--less ridiculous, more... solid. Like maybe they'd been there the whole time, and he'd just never been handed the right version. He blinked when he heard the voice of the teacher pull him back into reality.

"A few of you shout out your sizes when hard."

"Fourteen."

"Thirteen!"

"Thirteen."

"Fifteen and a half!"

"Over fourteen!"

"Thirteen."

Dr. Zane spoke again, quieter this time.

"Don't feel bad, Grainger. A lot of schools leave gaps. The system doesn't always serve everyone equally. That's why we're here--to fill in what's missing." He moved back around the side of his desk, "How about you Mr. Grainger?"

Thomas swallowed. Something in him felt tight, unfamiliar. Embarrassment, maybe. Or the slow, painful edge of waking up.

"... wh... what" he said. "You mean the size of my dick?"

The room of men laughed.

"Yes Mr. Grainger. Stay with us. That is what we are talking about. Your classmates were willing to share their sizes. How about you?"

"I... I..." Thomas stuttered. He knew he could lie, but could he really embellish to that extreme? It was common practice for men to add an inch or two to sound bigger but for him to come anywhere close to the alleged sizes of these men's dicks he would have to add damn near ten inches to his dick!

'Come on, white boy!" Someone called out.

"We know you're small!" Someone else said.

The classroom began to roar with laughter. Dr. Zane ran his finger over his thick lips, trying to hide a devious smile.

"No, w class, white men are not small, they are just... underdeveloped." He added.

Dr. Zane walked over to the wall beside the whiteboard and pulled down a laminated anatomical chart with a practiced flick of the wrist. It snapped into place with a loud clack, revealing a full-color illustration of a black penis next to a picture of a white man's penis.

Thomas was in shock. The black penis extended the full length of the hanging chart with two massive golf ball sized testicles just underneath the length of the shaft. The small pinked illustration of the white penis barely rested in the center of the right side of the diagram, minisule in size.

A few students chuckled, others leaned forward with interest. Thomas's stomach sank as his face turned red.

Dr. Zane pointed to the diagram with a metal pointer, tapping the structures as he spoke.

"This chart offers a clearer view of the relationships between the internal and external structures as well as a good comparison of a black penis versus a white penis. Black men produce copious amounts of semen." he tapped near the base of the black penis where the massive testicles rested, "Most white men only produce small dribbles of sperm. This copious creation of semen mixed with the much larger length of a black penis allows the sperm to reach the ovaries of a women much easier. This is why sex with black men often results in a higher chance of conception."

Thomas stared, trying to absorb it, but the longer he looked, the more unfamiliar it all felt. There was no way black men were that much bigger! He recognized some of the words from health class back home, but no one had ever shown it like this! It was precise. Detailed. Honest. A little too honest.

Someone behind him whispered, "Missouri must've skipped sex ed entirely."

A few snickers followed. Thomas's ears burned.

"It was white boy sex ed!" another voice added from across the room.

Thomas clenched his jaw. He didn't look back. He wanted to say something--anything--but the truth lodged like a stone in his throat.

Dr. Zane didn't respond to the comments, but his eyes flicked briefly toward Thomas. He must've heard them. Instead of calling anyone out, he turned the pointer back to the diagram.

"This," he continued evenly, "is where things get more intricate. The sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems coordinate sexual arousal and ejaculation. This is not 'just biology', it's sociology. This is the reason why black men are more athletic, more dominant, much smarter, and more attractive than your average white male."

Thomas stared, jaw tight, hands clenched in his lap beneath the desk. His blood was running hot. The longer Dr. Zane spoke, the tighter his grip on the edge of the desk grew.

"This just doesn't make sense," Thomas muttered, barely audible at first. Then, louder: "It's not right!"

Dr. Zane paused again. His pointer lowered. The classroom was silent.

"I'm sorry?" he asked, voice still calm.

Thomas shook his head, frustration creeping in. "This isn't how it's supposed to be taught. This isn't accurate or honest--" He stopped short. "It's not how it works!"

"Which part, exactly, are you having trouble with, white boy.... Mr. Grainger?" Dr. Zane asked, voice clipped but measured. His posture hadn't changed--but the room could feel the tension coiling in his tone.

Thomas leaned forward in his seat, his voice rising. "All of it! The anatomy, the length of a black man's dick, the copious amounts of sperm, acting like a white man can't knock someone up. That diagram? That's not what we had. I mean, why is it even drawn like that?"

A few kids laughed. Some winced. One boy in the back muttered, "White boy, let it go."

But Thomas wasn't hearing it anymore.

"Stop calling me white boy! I don't call you black boy!" he shouted. His voice echoing off the classroom walls. A few of the students began to mutter, "I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just saying--this book, that chart--it's weird. It's wrong. It's like someone's trying to push some new version of everything, and we're supposed to just sit here and nod?"

The words came out sharper than he intended, but he didn't stop.

Dr. Zane stepped away from the board, folding his arms slowly.

"This is anatomy class. It is science," he said, his voice no longer neutral. "Not a white, red neck conspiracy theory podcast. You're free to ask questions, but this?" He motioned toward Thomas with a small flick of his hand. "This is disruption. And disrespect."

Thomas stood up halfway, his voice fully raised now. "I'm not trying to disrespect you, I'm just saying--None of this can possibly be true! You act like I'm stupid for saying so!"

"No one called you stupid, Mr. Grainger," Dr. Zane said, his voice deepening with authority. "But right now, you're making that impression for yourself."

The room went dead silent.

"No one in this fucking class has an eight inch soft cock!" Thomas shouted.

Dr. Zane didn't say anything at first.

He stepped out from behind the wooden desk, walking slowly--deliberately--to the front of the class. The room went still. No snickering now. No muttering. Just the sound of Dr. Zane's polished brown shoes tapping softly against the tile.

He stopped directly in front of Thomas.

Not a word. Just a stare.

His dark eyes locked onto Thomas's pale, flushed face. Calm. Controlled. But there was a weight behind the silence--something unmistakably final. The kind of silence that made grown men think twice.

Thomas's breath caught.

He watched as the teacher's large forearms flexed beneath the fabric of his sleeves. For the briefest moment, he was sure the man was about to strike him across the face. But he didn't.

Thomas watched as the teacher's firm, wide hands reached for the zipper at his crotch. With a firm tug, he opened the fly of his pants. Reaching deep within the confines of his tight slacks his hand immerged holding the longest dick Thomas had ever seen.

Dropping the massive took, Dr. Zane let the meat wing and fall between his massive thighs. The substantial length of the dark skin seemed to stretch halfway down to his knees. The uncut dick swayed slightly back and forth with the natural rhythm of Dr. Zane's body.

Thomas was awestruck. He tried to hold his ground, eyes flicking sideways, then back--but Dr. Zane didn't move. Didn't blink. He just stood there. Silent. Waiting.

The blonde just stood there in shock, not by the teacher's audacity but the incredible, veiny black snake draping down the front of his pants.

Thomas wanted to sit back down especially as his own dick was beginning to stiffen inside his briefs. He wasn't gay. He couldn't understand why his body was reacting like this. Despite the potential embarrassment, he couldn't bring himself to move.

"That is nine fucking inches of Grade A black meat, white boy. Are you getting it now?" Dr. Zane asked. His professional demeanor was finally melting away.

Thomas felt his face turning red. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to grasp at for dominance.

"I'm not trying to be a problem!" he snapped, "but if this school's gonna act like everything I learned before was trash, when black men are not anything special! The fuck!"

The room held its breath. A few boys exchanged glances. No one laughed this time, just a deadly silence.

"You're not listening," he said, voice flat. His dick swayed more dramatically as he spoke, "You're arguing nonsense! Black dicks are better than white dicks will ever be. Black men are better than your whole sad race of degenerates!"

Thomas rolled his eyes. "What the fuck kind of school is this, to support this black bullshit!"

A few gasps. One sharp, whispered "Damn."

Dr. Zane stepped forward, grabbing Thomas' wrist.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

The teacher dragged Thomas past the desk, which nearly toppled over as he tried to pull back. It was no use. Dr. Zane was clearly stronger than him.

The instructor pulled Thomas to his desk, wedging him between his thigh and the wood of the surface of the table.

The classroom fell into stunned silence as Dr. Zane slammed Thomas against the edge of a heavy wooden desk, pinning him with his weight. The old desk groaned beneath the strain, its legs skidding an inch across the linoleum.

Thomas thrashed, fists flailing, trying to break free--but Dr. Zane barely moved. He wasn't throwing punches. He didn't need to. However his nine inch dick was beginning to grow as he forced the student back. The once floppy, dark tool was beginning to move upright, gaining a few inches as it went.

The class sat frozen--no one dared interfere. Eyes wide, mouths open, the air crackling with adrenaline and disbelief.

"That's enough!" Dr. Zane's jaw was tight now. "I've been patient. I've let you question, whine and groan and even throw your little white dick hissy fit." He pointed to the rest of the room. "But calling black supremacy bullshit! Get a clue, white boy, your time is through!"

"It is bullshit!" Thomas shouted.

"Fuck that white boy up!" One of the students shouted and a few others followed with cheers.

"You need to learn a much bigger lesson than this curriculum can offer, white boy!" Thomas looked down at the teacher's still twitching shaft. The foot long monster was starting to perk up and suddenly looked miles longer than when he'd whipped it out at his desk, "I want you to suck my fucking cock, white bitch!"

Thomas was stunned. He looked out over the room of students. Each one of them stared at him in fascination. Was the teacher being serious?

"Dr. Zane... I..." Suddenly, Thomas's arrogant voice had lost its vigor. Again, he tried to pull away from the older man, but he was too strong. Thomas could feel his heart racing. "I... I can't suck that thing. That would be... I'm not gay!" Thomas timidly answered. Dr. Zane yanked him off the desk and threw him to his knees on the floor. Roughly, he grabbed him by the hair and held his head back so that his mouth was facing toward the ceiling. Thomas let out a loud yelp.

"Don't you ever FUCKING disobey me again!" The teacher's booming voice echoed through the classroom.

A few of the students hollered in support.

The teacher stepped forward and grabbed the white man's head. Thomas watched in horror as the massive, dark shaft, not even complexly hard, neared his face. Frantically, he tried to crawl backwards, but Dr. Zane grabbed him by the shoulder, holding him in place.

"Please... Dr. Zane... I can't!" Tears began to form at the corner of Thomas's eyes.

Without any preparation, the teacher pushed his massive twelve-inch cock into the Thomas's mouth. As soon as he inserted his dick into Thomas's mouth, thick streams of spit erupted. The man's mouth was full of nothing but the head of his monstrous cock. Dr. Zane watched with delight as Thomas started to gag and choke immediately. It was more than obvious he'd never sucked off a man. He was going to learn today!

Thomas tried to wriggle free, but the teacher grasped his head securely.

"What's the matter, cracker?" He forced another couple of inches down, pressing closer to the man's face. Large drops of saliva spattered the floor as Thomas tried his best to breathe around the massive rod. Thomas's throat started to hurt as he smacked his fists against the teacher's knees.

"Can't escape can you with your weak ass?!" Thomas could see the anger boiling in his eyes. "You still don't get it! You're not an equal to a black man!" Dr. Zane let go of the back of Thomas's head and grabbed him tightly around his throat. "Weak white faggots like you have no place in this world!"

He pushed the Thomas closer, still holding him by the neck. He pulled him away as he felt his throat strain to its breaking point. Dr. Zane moved back and forth, pulling the man's head closer and closer while fucking his throat as the white man began to lose air. As he witnessed more fluids shoot out of the man's mouth, he laughed to himself. As Dr. Zane kept thrusting in and out of Thomas's lips, a few tears streamed down his cheeks.

Thomas gripped at the man's leg's trying his best to force the 6'9 man back but there was no use! He was going to die here!

Thomas couldn't help but be fascinated by Dr. Zane's extraordinary strength and endurance, despite the fact that he felt his life being strangled away. The teacher just kept thrusting in and out until he got to the boy's esophagus's lowest point.

Thomas's fingers dug into Dr. Zane's thighs as the room started to go dark.

Uncaring, Dr. Zane continued to rape the white man's mouth for what felt like an eternity, thrusting in and out as though he were controlling a whore's pussy. Thomas's eyes suddenly started rolling into the back of his skull.

A few of the students laughed as they saw Thomas' arms fall limp at his sighs.

Rolling his eyes, Dr. Zane let out an overwhelming sigh.

"All right... I suppose I should give this white filth some air. I don't have time today to complete the paperwork if his bitch ass dies!" A few of the students let out sounds of disappointment. Pulling inch by inch from Thomas' throat, he leaned back.

As the massive black snake emerged, Thomas immediately fell forward. There was saliva all over Thomas's shirt. Drool continued to flow from his mouth in thick pools like a waterfall as the student gasped for air.

Not giving the student even a second to gather his senses, his hand collided with Thomas's face, knocking him back.

The blonde tried his best to scramble to his feet but was unable. Instead he stared up in horror as the glorious black cock that stood fully hard 14 inches out from his teacher's body.

The beautiful dick was a perfect rendition of the massive illustration on the front boars, from the thick veins running the length to the thick foreskin retracted back over the massive bulbous glans that glistening in his spit.

Thomas couldn't believe how incredible the massive black disk was.

"Get the fuck up! I'm not done wrecking that useless ass body of yours!" Suddenly, Thomas's eyes opened wider. The pain and soreness in his throat started to come back to him as reality set in. He raised his hand, gently held his hand around his throbbing neck.

"I... I... can't... sir..." The words scratched their way out of his throat, "Please... no... more." He tried his best to speak. His voice sounded scratchy and gritty, as if sandpaper had just been used to polish his vocal cords. The blonde had a moment to cough out as much thick saliva as he could.

Grabbing Thomas by his hair, Dr. Zane unceremoniously pulled him to his feet and back to the solid wooden desk. The student yelped in pain, but the sound was caught in his weakened throat.

"Pull your pants down, bitch!" The teacher demanded.

Thomas stared at him in disbelief. He struggled to keep his eyes on the teacher's as they continuously found their way back down to the massive dark ramrod directed at him.

"You wouldn't share with us the size of your clit dick, so you can show us!"

"Sir..." Thomas began to protest, but the look on his teacher's face stopped his words immediately. Reluctantly, he pulled at his belt, loosening it around his waist. Grabbing at the sides of his pants, he pulled them down around his hips, exposing the turquoise boxer briefs beneath. It was in that moment that Thomas became painfully aware of his own erection, straining at his pants. When did that happen? He stopped to look over the class. Some of the black students were actively rubbing the large bulges in their pants.

"Mr. Grainger! Today!" Dr. Zane hissed.

Thomas only hesitated a moment more. His face twisting in agony, he grabbed the elastic band of his boxer briefs and began to pull them down over his pale skin. As the fabric dropped, and his own raging hard-on emerged roar of ecstatic laughter filled the room. Instinctively Thomas raised his hands to cover his hardened 4-inch dick.

"Hands down!" The teacher shouted.

Thomas groaned but followed his command. There before the class of sixteen other students, he stood naked, his dick pointed out from his thin, hairless body.

"The fuck is that thing?" One of the men shouted.

"It's so fucking small!"

"I was bigger than that when I was a fucking toddler!" Another yelled.

"This, class is a white penis." Dr. Zane moved closer to his pupil now, awkwardly standing bare hip to the wooden desk, "As noted during our lesson. White dicks are significantly smaller than our fully grown cocks." The teacher took his massive tool in hand and gave it a few massive strokes. A few drops of precum immerged from the massive slit. Lifting the dick into the air he brought attention to his orange sized nuts that swung beneath his thick member, "It is thanks to the incredible amounts of testosterone made in black nuts that makes men like us."

Letting his cock drop. Thomas couldn't help but watch the massive tool bounce.

"Turn around, faggot." Dr. Zane's teacher voice had disappeared once more.

Thomas looked at the teacher in horror. He wasn't going to do this? Was he? There was no way! Thomas had never played with his own ass, let alone inserted anything inside. There was no way in hell this man's fourteen-inch cock was going to penetrate him.

"Sir, I can't do that! You're huge! You're fucking massive!" Thomas begged. A few in the front row of the class laughed, "I've never did anything like that... I can't! Please, I'm not gay!"

"I don't give a fuck what you are! I said turn the fuck around!" Dr. Zane bellowed.

Thomas whimpered, and he slowly turned to face the desk. He was just tall enough that his four-inch dick came just over the surface of the desk. The student stared over a few pieces of paper, a binder, and a few other writing tools, trying to take his mind off the moment.

"Spread your legs, honky!"

Thomas began to cry, and he moved his feet apart. His ass began to spread revealing a tiny pink hole buried between the rounds of his ass.

Dr. Zane moved closer. Pressing his hand firmly against the student's back, he forced the man forward. Thomas turned his head to face the board. He couldn't bring himself to look over the class of students. Instead his eyes locked on the massive illustration of a black dick next to the sad shriveled white one that suddenly looked a lot like his own.

The blonde felt his entire body jolt as Dr. Zane's fingers trailed down his body and between his cheeks. Rubbing over his hole, it was a sensation he'd never experienced before. The teachers slowly played with the tight pucker.

"Holy shit!" Thomas exclaimed through his tears. He had never felt any feeling quite like this. Dr. Zane looked at him with disgust.

"Typical white bitch. You like your hole being played with, don't you?" Thomas didn't even think about answering his teacher. Leaping forward, Dr. Zane seized Thomas by the throat, causing he man to choke.

"When I ask you a question, you fucking answer it, bitch!" The teacher's thunderously low voice yelled at Thomas. As he watched the life being strangled from Thomas, he grinned and tightened his hold. He could feel the man's body tense, and with that, he began to insert two of his fingers into the man's gripping hole. Thomas was fighting for his life, and his once-pale face was now beginning to turn red. "Answer me, white filth!"

"Y-Yes... I... I love having my ass played with!" In an attempt to appease the burly black man who was on the verge of killing him, Thomas hurriedly said whatever he could. The teacher responded accordingly by spreading his hole wider with his fingers. Thomas let out a loud groan as the man's grip loosened around his throat.

"I gotta loosen up this boy's asspussy!" Dr. Zane grabbed his dick at the base, like before, and pressed it against Thomas' tight hole. This time, with barely any resistance, the entire head and a few inches of the shaft slid right in.

"Ahhhh! FUCK!" Thomas flung his head back and yelled. The teacher's enormous member must have felt like someone pushing their arm up the poor man's ass. Thomas's body almost convulsed as fiery flames seemed to engulf his hole.

"That's it, white bitch!!" Dr. Zane gave the boy's hurt expression a menacing smile. "Scream your brains out as I fuck every last shred of manhood out of you!" Before long, almost half of the teacher's apparently infinite shaft was lodged deep within Thomas's constricted slit. The poor blonde was gripping at the edges of the desk, knocking the binder to the floor.

"Calm down, honky. Your ass will soon be stretched to its absolute limit!" He applied more and more pressure. Thomas screamed and yelled in horror as his insides grew larger by the inch.

The student looked at the class before him. The men who were once his peers were rubbing their straining pants vigorously. A few of them bit their lips as if they themselves wanted to be lucky enough to wreck his whole life.

At last, Dr. Zane pressed his fat baseball-sized nuts firmly into Thomas's cheeks.

The blonde man whimpered as he felt the man's pubic hair pressing firmly against his body. Thomas had never been particularly religious, but he found himself begging, pleading to someone, somewhere for help.

"I... I don't think I can take any... anymore." Thomas whimpered. He tried to look back at the man standing behind him, but he couldn't move, "It's... too big!" Thomas exclaimed, panting wildly like an exhausted dog, "I get it... black men have big dicks... please..."

"Now, honky, there's no turning back! The size of your ass will never return to normal after this. You've been absolutely wrecked." The teacher spoke softly. Silently, Thomas lay there. Strangely, Dr. Zane was right. The sharp pain that had engulphed his ass was subsiding and in the fullness of his ass, he felt... complete."

"But tis more than just the size of a black cock that makes us better than you! It's everything about us, white boy!" Dr. Zane began pulling out of Thomas's ass after grabbing him by the shoulders. Thomas let out a girlish groan as he felt the massive black rod pulling at his insides. Suddenly, without any warning, the teacher slammed his cock back into the depths of the white man's hole. Thomas let out a loud yelp that turned into a fit of laughter from the black students around him.

With a God like rhythm, Dr. Zane began to pound away at Thomas's once-tight hole. The room almost reverberated with the sound of the teacher's enormous, meaty nutsack smacking down on Thomas's pale cheeks.

"You like that black dick don't you, faggot?" Dr. Zane called out.

Thomas knew better than to hesitate, "Yes, sir! I love it, sir!" It wasn't the truth, but it wasn't a lie. It didn't feel as horrific as it once did, but it wasn't pleasurable by any means.

It felt like an hour passed, and yet only minutes flew by. The enormous black alpha male did not appear to be worn out or fatigued. Every time he saw Thomas's face tighten with pain, he smiled. Thomas laid there helpless while the teacher proceeded to tear his ass to pieces. He was unable to break free from the teacher's hold, but eventually he lost all desire to do so. He had to console himself by attempting to find the joy in an extremely unpleasant sensation when he first began to be penetrated. Each strong push was more enjoyable and less uncomfortable than the last.

"You useless piece of white trash, are you starting to get it, why black men are superior to you in every way?" Dr. Zane shouted. He didn't give Thomas any time to answer. He grabbed the man by the hair and jerked his head back, "You all are useless without us!"

"Kill his pathetic white ass!" A bald kid in the back row shouted, throwing his fist in the air.

He wouldn't do that, would he?

Suddenly, he shoved Thomas's head forward, almost colliding it with the desk.

Thomas felt the man moving awkwardly behind him. He looked back to see Dr. Zane's chiseled jawline. Dr. Zane was taking off his button-down shirt. His teeth were clenched as he slammed his 14 inches of length into Thomas's depths. He glared down at Thomas with a look of hate and loathing, his face glistening with a few droplets of sweat. He began to feel excited as he scanned every inch of the massive alpha man with his gaze. He stood tall and proud, his deep mahogany skin catching the light like polished bronze. His chest was a sculptor's dream--massive, rock-solid pecs rising and falling with each breath. Below, a tight row of chiseled abs cut down his torso like carved stone, each muscle sharply defined. His broad shoulders framed arms thick with power, biceps bulging with every small movement, veins tracing along them like living maps. He moved with quiet strength with every thrust, his body a testament to relentless discipline and raw, commanding presence.

Unable to resist anything, Thomas relaxed and allowed the teacher to do anything he wanted to his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of vicious hammering, Dr. Zane withdrew from Thomas's ass. He slid slowly out of the boy's used hole, thick streaks of slime and spit clinging to the enormous shaft. The head exited, breaking the airtight barrier, and Thomas let out a wet 'pop' sound from his ass causing a few of the students to laugh.

"Fuck, that used up nasty white hole!" Someone called out.

"That's the only thing these white bitches are good for!" A man with a buzz cut said in the front row.

Almost instinctively, Thomas massaged the rim of his cherry-red hole with a couple of his fingers. He was incredibly sensitive to touch, and his poor insides were hurting. When he saw how large his hole suddenly was, he almost burst into tears. Its diameter must have been a couple of inches. His aching, throbbing ass would not budge as he attempted to pucker up and constrict his hole. His ass was ruined.

"Get the fuck up!" The teacher demanded.

Thomas felt the taller black man shove him further on the desk, knocking over a canister of pencils and pens. The blonde looked back to see Dr. Zane hoist himself onto the desk and lie back over the rough surface. Like a large, slimy metronome, his enormous, throbbing dick was rocking back and forth. Thomas found himself unable to look away.

"Well, honky, what the hell are you waiting for? You should impale yourself on this nigga cock!"

Thomas gazed down at the massive, dripping meat stick that was swaying back and forth. He paused for the first time and at last gave the situation some thought. What was happening? Dr. Zane wasn't holding him down. He could easily run. There wasn't a guarantee he could get away, or even out of the room but still he was perched on the desk next to his naked teacher with a classroom of students begging for his death watching him stare at the massive 14 black cock bobbing before him.

He gazed down at the teacher's massively muscular frame. He did have an incredible body. 'Alpha male' was yelled from every inch of him. Thomas was made to feel so helpless and pitiful by his haughty and conceited smile. The gaping chasm in his ass was beginning to twitch with hunger, as much as he hated to acknowledge it.

Like he'd done this a million times, Thomas ran his fingers along the dripping wet shaft as he reached down. His ass began to crave this enormous throbbing meat pole just by touching it. He knew in his heart that it was wrong, but he was powerless to stop himself. Moving along the edge of the desk, me made his way to the teacher's waist.

"Look at his blown-out ass!" One of the students yelled from the front row. It was followed by a series of laughs.

Thomas ignored them. He hovered his used up ass over the immense meaty head, his hand securely around the base of the never ending shaft.

Something that only moments ago made him feel afraid now seemed to draw him in. Excited beyond belief, he dropped the shaft and immediately flung his whole body against Dr. Zane's rod. The approaching monster cock found no resistance in his ruined hole. The boy's moist entry immediately sucked up his thick, black shaft. Every inch was planted deep in his ass in a mere second.

"Holy shit!" Thomas cried out as he impaled himself on a whole foot of girthy black meat. He turned his ass around the rock-hard shaft, writhing slightly in place. "Fuck! God damn, that feels amazing!" Rocking back and forth on the teacher's superior cock, he shouted. He could feel the teacher's enormous dick being pushed into fresh places of his aching ass each time he dragged his ass up before dropping back down.

"You see, honky? I said you black dick was incredible! After being torn apart by a nigga, nothing will ever feel the same!" Dr. Zane shouted at the white man now bobbing his body up and down on his enormous cock.

"Please, sir, rip my ass open even more." In a drunken ecstasy, Thomas whispered. Despite his soft tone, a few of the black students cackled.

"That's what a black dick is all about!" Someone yelled, "Tearing a white hole up!"

"That's it, faggot! I knew your white ass would be begging soon enough! But you're capable of more than that! I want to hear you scream for this nigga dick if you want it that bad!" With 14 inches of pulsing black meat in his ass, Thomas sat there waiting for his teacher to start thrusting.

"Please, Dr. Zane, sir, I feel so empty when your giant dick isn't stretching me open!" Thomas begged, "I get it, I really do! You're better than me, all of them are better than me!" He gestured to his classmates, "My body can never..."

The despair in the boy's voice was audible to Dr. Zane. He never questioned his gigantic cock's incredibly alluring power. This wasn't the first time he had to teach a young white student the power of a real man, a black man. And unfortunately, it wouldn't be the last. But if he enjoyed anything, it was listening to his weaker slaves pleading miserably.

"You dumb cracker, I thought I told you to beg! Scream for this incredible jerk!" Thomas was still motionless on his dick when Dr. Zane reached up and caught him by the throat. Watching the inferior white man writhe with excitement, he grinned and squeezed hard with both hands. Thomas's thoughts were spiraling out of control. Every non-sexual notion was vanishing from his mind. He was aware that having Dr. Zane tear open his asshole even more would be the only way to satisfy his cravings.

"I need your enormous nigger dick as deeply as possible! For the sake of the black race's honor, ruin my white boy hole! Fucking kill me if you want!" In a desperate attempt to breathe, Thomas screamed. What he was saying seemed unbelievable to himself. Dr. Zane started thrusting into the air, his hands still firmly gripping the neck of the small white man on top of him. Every inch of his abnormally colossal member was buried deep in Thomas's loose asshole as he drove his waist skyward.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!" A few of the students began to chant.

With each violent stroke, the teacher's massive, loose nutsack slapped and slammed into ass. Thomas could not speak and let out a girlish gasp as Dr. Zane tore away new areas of his insides.

"Getting your holes used by a real man makes you feel useful doesn't it, white bitch?" The teacher pounded the fucktoy harder, solidifying his dominance and power.

"Yes..." Still suffocated by breath, Thomas whispered. Thomas was astounded by the teacher's extraordinary strength and endurance. He didn't appear to be tired, and his thrusts were as strong as a train. He was thrusting so forcefully at one point that it felt as though someone had pushed a jackhammer into Thomas's ass. The blonde's eyes rolled back in his head as he tried his best to stay conscious.

As the students watched this whiteboy being ripped apart for the sake of the black race, they couldn't help but become aroused. In the hopes that Dr. Zane would destroy the honky completely, they dug their hands deep in their pants, stroking their the full length of their cocks as best they could. They marveled at how Thomas's entire body was overcome. His asshole was now just a huge hole, his tiny little dick was writhing around pointlessly, and his delicate neck was being suffocated of all air. His physique now served as evidence of the black race's strength and might.

The teacher finally stopped the ruthless attack on Thomas's ass after hat felt like hours of severe asshole-tearing action. Taking his hands off the boy's throat, he gestured to the floor.

Thomas's air came flooding back, but his mind was gone.

"Faggot, get down on your knees. I'm going to fill you up with my enormous load." Dr. Zane shouted.

Thomas hadn't realized how exhausted his legs had become till the man stopped thrusting. He felt empty despite the fact that his teacher's dick was still as far in his ass as it could go. Thomas felt worthless without being tore apart like a piece of fuckmeat. Instinctively he started bouncing up and down while using the teacher's enormous fuckstick to fuck his own ass.

"I... I need more, please! I need to be destroyed!" Thomas saw the rage rising inside Dr. Zane, but it was too late.

In one quick move, the instructor grabbed Thomas by the hips and threw him into the line of desks. A few of the students shoved their desks back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. What was once Thomas's desk slid across the room as his weak body crashed against them.

"You can have more when I say you can have it, honky!" Thomas flinched in terror as his teacher exploded.

Dr. Zane stood up straight. He resembled a strong Greek deity with his hands at his waist and his enormously muscular torso on display. His massive rod bounced through the air, casting a shadow over the frail white man. Thomas crouched on his knees and crawled over to Dr. Zane. The anticipation of cum made his grotesquely long dick twitch. Spit and large globs of his ass fluids were flowing off the enormous veiny shaft.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry! I was being greedy. I'm so sorry!" Thomas apologized as he stared up at the tall, dark-skinned man. He was a god. His chest was broad and powerful, massive pecs shaped with perfect precision. Below, his abs formed a tight, sculpted grid--each muscle defined like it had been carved from stone. His shoulders were wide and commanding, tapering into thick, muscular arms. His biceps flexed with natural ease, every line and vein a mark of strength earned through relentless effort. He radiated raw power, his body built for both beauty and dominance.

"How badly do you want this copious amount of superior nigga seed?" Dr. Zane asked, rephrasing his earlier teachings.

"I've never in my life desired anything as much as I want this now! To receive a single seed from the master race, I would kill my entire family!" At last, Thomas was beginning to make sense of all Dr. Zane had previously explained to him. He was no longer supporting his race. He even anticipated the annihilation of the white race, if nothing else. Making this black man happy in every way he could was now the only thing this poor white man cared about. As Dr. Zane gestured to the cheerleaders, he opened his mouth and stared with anticipation.

"Fuck yeah!" One of the students from behind him shouted.

Dr. Zane wrapped his hand around the pulsating meatstick. Thomas stared at the teacher's hand in envy as he watched it run over the full length of the enormous cock. He couldn't believe that entire dick was inside his hole only moments ago. And the fact that he wanted it back inside him was even more unbelievable.

The instructor grunted a couple of times, sounding like a massive animal. His nutsack, which had been slack and baggy, started to tighten and adhere to the base of his cock as it throbbed. An enormous jet of brilliant white sperm suddenly shot out, landing squarely in Thomas's gaping mouth. The force of the cum nearly knocked Thomas off his feet, but he straightened and braced himself for more. His mouth was filled to overflowing with another enormous torrent. Thomas could hardly see anymore as ropes of semen blasted out of the end of his godlike dick. Dr. Zane unloaded what seemed like a gallon of hot cum.

Thomas licked at the cum as it ran down the side of his face. Quickly, he grabbed at the dripping ooze, cupping it from hitting he floor and shoving it back in his mouth. He had never tasted anything so salty, sweet, and just so powerful. He wanted every bit of it.

The classroom laughed and pointed as they watched the frail white man spooked handfuls of the man's seed and licked it off his hands and fingers.

Dr. Zane looked down at the man in absolute disgust.

Under the heavy veil of cum that enveloped his entire body, it was almost impossible to see Thomas at all. His face was absolutely glued, and his lips were bursting at the seams. He gulped down as much of the tasty cum as he could, like a drunk slob. Thick globs were snatched off his torso and hurled straight down his throat. This addicting cum was the last straw that broke his mind. He had before been overcome by passion, but now he was lost. The teacher's superior body and cock were all he could think about

Thomas surged forward and seized the enormous black dick that had so completely destroyed his body.

"Sir, please. I need more! Destroy me, please! For the sake of the nigger race's honor, I want every hole on my body to be ripped apart. Please, PLEASE!" The white man begged, "You were right! Black men are everything. Bigger dicks, bigger balls, superior bodies! Please!"

The room hollered at Thomas's display, but Dr. Zane just rolled his eyes. With a solid kick, he sent the student flying backwards. Colliding with his desk again, the massive textbook fell, colliding with a sharp pain into his shoulder. Thomas, still sticky with the man's semen, looked up at him, heartbroken.

The bell rang sharply and suddenly, slicing through the classroom tension like a blade.

Chairs scraped. Backpacks zipped.

"Later, Dr. Zane!" One of the men called out.

"Incredible class!" Someone else said.

"Always is!" The teacher waved to his students. The black men poured out into the hallway with the low hum of chatter, laughter, and relief. The usual chaos of a school.

Thomas felt one of the men's shoes collide with his side. Looking up, he saw a random student whose name he didn't know glaring down at him.

"You better hope I don't get caught alone with your white ass!" he hissed, "I'll fucking kill you for talking your shit today!"

Dr. Zane just laughed at the student and shooed him on.

But Thomas didn't move. His bare ass still on full display as the door swung open to all the passing by students. He could feel a trickle of semen down his cheek, mixing with the rest that stained his shirt.

He rested on the floor, just a few feet from Dr. Zane, hands pressed firmly against his dampened thighs, eyes distant--somewhere between the diagram on the board of the differentiating cocks and the weight of what he now understood he didn't know.

For the first time all day, he was quiet.

When he finally pulled his vision away from the mammoth sized cock on the board, he saw Dr. Zane zipping up his fly and tucking his well-fitting shirt in his pants. Even as it softened, the massive black cock strained the fabric of the dress man's the man wore. Dr. Zane grabbed the bag he had brought into the classroom, which felt like hours ago.

"You learned something today," he said, finally looking down at the man lying before him.

Thomas's throat felt dry and horse after its deep fucking. It was as empty as his swollen ass. He contemplated the man's words. "Yeah," he muttered. "I did."

There was a beat of silence.

"Don't worry. I'll be using you a lot more now that I know you have such a nice white cunt!" The teacher began to move towards the exit. He motioned over to the door where a few students pointed into he room at Thomas, laughing, "You better get your pants back on before more of these black men want you use that worn out slit..." he paused, "or dispose of your useless white life." Dr. Zane pulled the door further open to leave but hesitated and looked back at the broken white man, "Oh, and welcome to St. Demetrious Academy, Mr. Grainger."

Thomas waited there a moment longer as Dr. Zane walked around the corner and into the hall of students. Still drenched in cum, something about the man's warning sounded more tempting than scary.