The Black giant - a BNWO fic

THE BLACK GIANT – A BNWO STORY

This story goes back to the time before, before the establishment of the New Black World Order, where Black people have all the rights and all the power, the positions of high responsibility and live in luxury and glory. Whites have almost no rights, are less rich, cannot access important hierarchical positions, must ask permission to couple with a white person, must obey any Black person, even younger than you. Nowadays, the media only shows interracial couples, there are fewer whites and white slavery has been legalized in some areas.

Before this blessed time when whites are finally at the feet of Blacks, in their legitimate and natural place, people had to fight for this society, this world, to exist.

If obviously Blacks had fought for whites to be their inferiors and promote Black superiority, they could never have succeeded if they had not been convinced by whites of the need to live in a society where they paired repairs.

White people before the Black New World Order had already been manipulated by the brainwashing caused by interracial propaganda, interracial porn, the gradual disappearance of white men from positive and empowering situations.

Also noteworthy was the evidence of declining masculinity among white men. The eroticization of Black bodies, so much larger and more muscular than those of frail and weak, feminine, and barely muscular white men - as well as the importance of feminist and transgender theories - had made Black men much more sexually attractive. than white men.

White women were encouraged to sleep with Black men, for many reasons: the two main ones were the desire to prove that they were not racists and that black men were desirable, but also to finally find the sexual pleasure that just couldn't get them their weak little white friends.

Also, before the establishment of the New Black World Order, white men had founded a brotherhood, a movement equivalent to that of the Ku Klux Klan in the past. Except this time, instead of hunting and getting rid of Black people, members of this movement, Fight Against Race Traitors, were hunting white people who dated Black people, white parents who encouraged or let their children date or marry Black people.

When the New Black World Order was proclaimed, members of the Fight Against Race Traitors were in turn hunted down and used for other purposes. The victims of their actions were honored for having promoted Black superiority, the families were compensated and retained certain rights. When the New Black World Order was established, families who had participated in promoting black superiority were entitled to more respect from Black people.

But let's go back to the time when the New Black World Order had not yet been established, and when the movement Against Race Traitors was rampant.

The very young white boy Alexander was an obvious target. All his life he had been mocked by white men for his physical appearance. He knew that Blacks would accept that they could live with them as long as he recognized his place, and Alexandre was aware of his inferiority to Black men. How could it have been otherwise? 22 years old, Alexandre was very small, very thin, feminine and above all very attracted to Black men.

One day, Alexander, a young student with no idea of his future, went to a demonstration in favor of black power, black supremacy and white servility. Armed with a sign that read "BLACK MEN RULING", he walked through the procession. We saw interracial couples, white men letting their boyfriends or girlfriends kiss proud Black men, Black men holding white boys or girls on a leash... How Alexander would have liked to be a very sexy, tall white girl with beautiful tits and a rounded ass! Even though he was aged 23, he was just a very small white boy, almost looking like a teenager because he was so small and thin! Never would a Black man, capable of having a handsome muscular white (or Black) man or a beautiful sexy woman, want him!

Alexander's participation in the demonstration in favor of the New Black World Order was therefore mainly motivated by his desire to be noticed by a handsome black man, but it seemed hopeless.

Alexander was unaware that, despite his small, almost tiny size, he had been noticed by a very muscular Black man. Wanting to speak to the white boy, he walked over to him. Suddenly, he lost sight of it and began to panic: would he be able to find it?

Alexandre was surrounded by tall, muscular white men who had prevented him from leaving, some from afar and some closer.

Too tiny to be noticed and too fearful to call for help, Alexander began to walk down a deserted alley. Big mistake! He would have done better to go into a public place or remain visible!

The white men began to join him in the alley, ran after him, and, once level with him, began to threaten him. Jack, Clay, Rob and Parker were tall, muscular white men, and they impressed the fragile Alexander who was half their height.

How laughable Alexander must have seemed to them! He was dressed in a very light blue jacket with pink lace arriving above the waist, a black crop top on which was written the letters BNWO, the abbreviation of the English formula BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER. His pants were fuchsia pink skinny jeans, his shoes pink pumps to make him taller since he was very small. His belt buckle represented a spade, to evoke the expression Jack of Spades. He wore very feminine pink jewelry. Alexander's chestnut hair featured pink and light blue streaks. His outfit was completed with a pink handbag.

The white men laughed at him.

JACK: "So, black sucker, you want white people to be slaves to n******?"

CLAY: "Look at that sissy faggot! Looks like a girl!"

Rob took a long canvas bag out of his bag. Jack grabbed Alexander's left arm and Clay grabbed his right.

ALEXANDRE: "Please let go of me! You're hurting me! Help! Help!"

Rob gave a resounding slap to Alexandre.

PARKER: "This bag will allow us to transport you to the Fight Against Traitors Race, where we will have fun with you before selling you to fat old perverts who will love to crush your pretty little face with their big stinky asses!"

"Really, whiteys? And what if I did the same with you?!"

A voice - much louder and more masculine, deep and virile than that of the four white men - rang out. The four men and Alexander turned their gazes to the one who had spoken his words. Alexander's small cock stood up when he saw the most handsome man he had ever seen. He was a huge Black man, much taller than the white men, yet very tall, he was at least five heads taller than them! His biceps were 3 times the size of those of white men, his thighs were very muscular as well. His bulge indicated a cock of immense size.

The immense, magnificent and very muscular Black man was also dressed in style: he was dressed in a suit in the colors of Africa, black, green, red and yellow. Stripes, circles, squares and geometric shapes attached to each other made this man very impressive. The top of his costume was a fur collar that gave him a regal and leonine look, because this fur reminded of a lion's mane. Beneath his impeccably pressed white shirt that showed off his impressive muscles, he wore a gold necklace. On his hands he had gold rings encrusted with sapphire, ruby, quartz, azul, topaz... His shoes were black leather shoes covered with diamonds. His gold earring lit up his black beard.

While he was very well dressed, he was also very handsome naturally, his long, thick nose being in proportion to his luscious lips, and his dark blue eyes were set off by thick black eyebrows.

Alexander thought that no one could be more handsome than the gigantic Black man in front of him and he couldn't take his eyes off him, but he was quickly brought back to reality by the gang of racists who intended to capture him.

CLAY: "Get out, clown ! Get back to your circus!"

SEKOU: "My name is Sekou, and in my language it means "great warrior". So you will let this little white boy go free or you will understand how well my first name is!"

PARKER: "You think you're scaring us, gorilla! We're four in front of you!"

The men successively rushed at the gigantic Sekou, started punching and kicking him in the stomach and legs. Nevertheless, Sekou had no effort to subdue them, throwing back far more violent and brutal blows, taking their arms or legs to swing them on the walls of the alley, stepping on them to prevent them from raising. He even crushed their faces in his muscular thighs, smelly armpits and huge biceps.

To Clay and Rob trying to get up to continue the fight, Sekou pointed his ass at them. Alexandre was excited: it was the biggest ass he had seen in his life! Big in the sense that this ass was thick, very plump and there was enough room for at least one person to make the size of this ass!

SEKOU: "So, who wants to taste my big black ass?!"

Neither of the two men wanted to obey Sekou.

SEKOU: "Crackers, kiss my ass!!"

Frightened, the white men, muscular but nevertheless less tall than Sekou, each began to kiss one of Sekou's two enormous buttocks.

SEKOU: "Yeah, I like to see white men kissing my ass! But it's far from over!!!"

Without giving them time to answer, and even though they begged him not to crush them with his ass, Sekou put his ass on their heads and began to let out loud, smelly farts.

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SEKOU: "Yeah, it feels good to fart, especially on stupid white people!"

Alexander admired the gigantic Black man releasing an impressive amount of farts on the white men, who passed out after being suffocated under the weight of Sekou's ass and the smell of his gas.

Sekou punched the whites in the face and jumped on their stomachs until they were completely bloodied, and covered their bodies with the large bag they intended to use to carry the nice Alexander away.

Although he might have been frightened by the violence Sekou had used to eliminate his enemies, Alexander was actually in awe of his savior.

The huge Black man then approached him, and the physical difference was evident. Bearded while Alexander was beardless, Sekou was three times his height, he was so thick that you could place four Alexanders in front of him to equal the width of his shoulders, his muscular arms and his torso. Sekou's hands were the size of the white boy's face, and the Black man's feet were so long that they were the same size as Alexander's legs. It would have been necessary to add nine times the size of Alexandre's foot to equal that of Sekou! The little white homo was so small that he came just above Sekou's knee.

Alexandre contemplated Sekou, this living god, this giant fallen from the sky.

SEKOU: "Are you okay, little boy?"

He spoke to him with gentleness and tenderness, passing his long hand over the delicate face of the effeminate boy.

ALEXANDRE: "You saved my life. I could never do the same for you, but I would do whatever it takes to show you my gratitude!"

SEKOU: "What enthusiasm! I like it! So start by giving me a kiss on the cheek!"

Sekou laughed when he realized that it was impossible for Alexander to reach his face to kiss him. So he took me in his very large, muscular arms and pulled his close to him, and Alexandre placed a tender kiss on Sekou's thick, plump cheek.

Sekou looked at him, satisfied.

SEKOU: "Another one."

The dry tone of Sekou's command contrasted with his bright eyes and smile. Alexander gave him another kiss.

SEKOU: "Um.... On the other cheek now."

Alexandre kissed the other cheek, discreetly inhaling the warm and virile smell of his savior, a smell of male sweat especially after this intense fight although won easily by Sekou.

The latter put Alexandre back on the ground, and stood at his height to look him in the eye.

SEKOU: "I like being kissed by a little white boy. I really want you to do it again."

ALEXANDRE: "I really want to too, sir."

Sekou picked up the tiny white boy's sign. He read it.

SEKOU: "Black people must rule. White people must obey. Is that what you think?"

ALEXANDRE: "Of course sir, and even more after this fight! You were impressive, I would like to belong to you and be protected by you!"

The giant Black man laughs.

SEKOU: "I really want you to be mine, too. I noticed you, because who could have missed such a beautiful white boy like you. You are your little one, very cute! I want you for me all Alone! How about following your walk through the demonstration with me? We'll have a drink afterwards..."

ALEXANDRE: "I would be honored to do so, sir."

Sekou searched inside his smart, colorful suit jacket and pulled out a pink collar with a metal leash attached to it. He settled it around the white boy's neck.

SEKOU: "That way, I'm sure you won't get lost anymore and you'll stay with me."

Proud to be the property of a powerful Black man, Alexandre followed him obediently like a dog.

Along the BNWO’s walk, the tiny white boy was now seen with admiration by the other participants, especially when Sekou, after having made him walk for a long time by his side like a doggie, carried him on his shoulders so that he could show his sign from above.

Sekou, at the end of the demonstration, took Alexandre to a cafe, where they kissed passionately.

After their meeting, the two men saw each other frequently and fell in love. Sekou loved to put his thick lips on the delicate mouth of the little white boy. He made him lick his long feet, his thick ass, his huge armpits.

Massaging his master's body, being fucked by him, or sucking his huge cock: there was nothing Alexander didn't like to do for his gigantic lover. If it had been difficult for the tiny white boy to announce to his family his relationship with the Black man a few years older than him, everything became easier when the New Black World Order was established.

Happy, the couple went, two years after their meeting, to the place of the demonstration where they had known each other in order to attend public floggings of white racists among whom were Clay, Rob, Parker and Jack, the aggressors of Alexander. This one was sitting on the massive shoulders of his master, who didn't feel anything, so thin and light was Alexander.

The New Black World Order would be for Alexandre and Sekou a life full of love, sex, and joy in seeing black men being loved and revered as they deserve. Alexandre was only waiting for one thing: his marriage to Sekou, which would make him the permanent slave of the man of his dreams.

END OF THE STORY