Ms. Brickhouse! by Beta3.5

One of our Patrons (Beta3.5)  wanted to share his short story with you guys!  Here is

BLACK NATION

by Beta 3.5

Established by a sharp, imaginative and beautiful woman, The Black Nation was in fact a tropical Caribbean island, purchased by Amazon Brickhouse.
Her idea was to create a nation ruled by black women. Black men would be secondary rulers as it were, subject to a black woman's authority but having authority over all of the serving class. The serving class were submissive white males. Black inhabitants were specially selected so as to ensure procreation of the highest order. The women were tall and curvaceous. The men were also tall, athletic and extremely well endowed. White males were selected in such a way as to reinforce the servile nature of their status. They were characteristically short, slim, poorly endowed and naturally submissive.
Stuart was excited on the plane, having had his application accepted for a temporary visa and visit to this magical island. He was assured by Ms Brickhouse that should his service and behaviour be of an acceptable standard, he may be considered for permanent residency. He noticed that on board the small chartered flight there were about a dozen small white males like himself and 20-30 black men and women, all tall and beautiful by anyone's standards.
Processing
Upon arrival, he noticed the staffing nature of the small airport was particularly unusual. Whilst the ruling class were very much in charge, they still worked to make the whole environment run smoothly.
The black ruling class dressed normally but very tastefully. The white males were naked except for a short and silky white slip. They were to be seen sweeping the floors of the airport, cleaning the washrooms and handling all the baggage. One of the baggage males I saw was at the end of a serious ticking off by one of the newly arrived black women. She was obviously furious with the way he had handled her bag. What I noticed though was quite bizarre. Whilst accepting this admonishment, as the lady was in full flow, his small rod seemed to rise and tent his silky white slip. Clearly his psyche was such that any form of attention be it positive, or in this case negative would cause his little member to be excited. It was comical to see him then struggling with the weight of the bag but following this furious but statuesque goddess, his member bobbing and nodding beneath his slip.
He noticed that all the black travelers were quickly escorted out of the airport in plush looking SUV's. There was a small shuttle bus for the serving males. The bus was managed by two black women. Both ushered us quickly on to the bus. We were then taken on a short ride to a huge warehouse/barn. We were quickly rat ushered off the bus to be greeted by a woman who instructed us to immediately strip and deposit our clothes and belongings in a tray which was then marked with our name and taken away, only to be returned once and if we were to leave the island after our six month probation as it were. Whilst we had been told that our modesty would not be considered whilst on the island, this immediate removal of all our clothes and belongings still came as a bit of a shock.
The women who handled the bus were now helping 10 other women with processing.
Stuart was transfixed by these women. Not all classically beautiful and certainly not catwalk skinny's. No, these women were stunning in a completely different way. They were tall, curvy and very dark, probably as a result of working and living under the hot sun. They also carried and conducted themselves with total confidence and authority.
Stuart surveyed his little group. It was one of the few times that he didn't feel inadequate. He was not the shortest or the skinniest thankfully.
Each of the 12 women had a specific role. There were five stations for the process clearly marked and signed:
1) Showering & Washing
2) Waxing (hair removal)
3) Weigh & Measure
4) Ball Corseting and Leashing
5) Milking
Stuart stayed at the back of the queue. He was a little apprehensive. This was more highly organized, restricting and emasculating than he had anticipated.
One poor fellow tried to foolishly negotiate with the woman in charge to see if he could be returned to the airport. It wasn't what he had imagined either. However, his attempt was futile. He was promptly manhandled to the front of the queue.
We all watched as each man entered the shower area. Two women in swimsuits, full length rubber aprons and long black rubber gloves handled our reluctant comrade non too gently, soaping him down with some vigor, easily managing his slim frame. Face, ears, under arms, butt hole and penis. It appeared that his anus was penetrated by a rubbered finger which caused him to jump up a little as if by surprise. The women had been specially trained in dealing with uncircumcised males. His penis was firmly held and the foreskin gruffly stretched back so that his knob could be properly soaped and scrubbed. Not an inch of his body was spared. Once rinsed by a high pressured shower hose, he was told to dry himself before waxing.
The other men waiting, watched in grim anticipation. Some had erected upon baring themselves initially. Now almost all were flaccid and clearly fearful. This was just the first step in the process.
As I was at the back, I was able to watch each man go through each part of the process.
Waxing was next. A warm wax was pasted on the legs first by one woman. Her partner then laid paper strips and swiftly stripped them off. Legs done, it was then arms, chest and stomach, back, bum and finally genitals. It looked painful. A lot of yips and cries rang out.
Weigh and measure was as expected. A set of scales weighed the male, a height marker ascertained height, then waist, chest, hips and penis all measured and recorded. The penis measuring was curious. Length and thickness, flaccid and erect were all established and announced to the recorder who then typed it into her tablet computer. Non too impressive measurements were shouted out; 3, 4, 4.5 inches were the figures regularly trotted out and these were for erect members. I knew mine to be 3.5 inches at full mast and so I took some foolish pride in not being the smallest. For flaccid measurements, the penis was slapped down if erect. If soft for the erect measure, an erection was induced by inserting a rubbered finger in an already probed anus. This usually got the desired result. If not, the penis was roughly jerked impassively by one of the women. As sub males, we didn't need much to stiffen our rods.
Ball Corseting was unusually innovative. Males were stationed on tables on all fours. Legs wide apart, balls pulled down so as to stretch the ball sack. Then a miniature pink corset was fitted around the base of the sack and then pulled and laced tight. At the base at the rear of the corset, a metal ring was in place to which a black leash was attached and a tiny bell. The leash was then handed to the staff handling the 'Milking'.
The male once leashed was led onto another table, again on all fours whereupon the leash was attached to a pulley system. Once attached, the leash was pulled upwards until the male's balls were hoisted up nearly to the point where his knees were lifted off the table. The consequent effect was that regardless of whether his penis was erect or not, it was forced to point straight down to a small and conveniently placed bowl and the balls held taughtly and securely above resembled two ripe plums.
Strangely, once arranged, he was then left in this position whilst the next man was secured, then the next and the next and so on until all 12 sub males were in one long row of tables.
Such was the strain on the balls and the resulting increased blood supply to the area, the little members all quickly stiffened and some, so aroused by the fear and anticipation of what was to happen next, started to drip and drool precum into the bowl.
All of the staff took part in this process. Each donning long black rubber aprons and gloves, they stood behind each male. A starting time was then announced. There was some laughing amongst the ladies. Some bragging that they would be first again. Or that their particular victim wasn't going to last long. Or that they were such to produce the heaviest load. Their balls looked so blue. It was clearly a competition of speed at producing a load