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Oliver/Olivia Twist!
TJ Ryder
http://www.sissytrain.com/
Olia was sitting on his bunk at the Madabongo School
in the new province of Obeah as he opened his fan mail.
The white boy was actually typical for this special school
in the blackruled country, but not at all typical for the
outside world, and he wondered sometimes how long it would be
before he was free to explore the world without restrictions.
Sighing, he got up and walked past the other white boys
reading their mail or if they had none, trying to pretend not
getting any didn't hurt. He was almost the oldest boy now, but
not the biggest, at only 5'5" and 135 lbs, but he thought of
himself as probably the smartest. Smart enough, he hoped, to
leave Madabongo soon and not come back!
He still had several bits of fan mail from his latest
video, all redirected from the distributor. In fact this was
only his second porn video, although the school didn't call it
that. Very little in Obeah would even be considered porn anyway,
but this school used whiteboys for their own profit. All he got
from headlining in two videos was some extra priviledges.
All his mail was censored, phone calls were monitored, and even if
he crawled over the wall he wouldn't have an ID and a white boy
would be picked up in a second in the mostly black country.
Sighing as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he
wished he didn't feel like blaming his folks for being in that
car accident when he was 5, leaving him to a succession of
foster homes and orphanages, until almost independent and legally
an adult in Obeah which is earlier than many countries, he
had a year left. But then what? He would have a high school
degree, period. He wished he could go to America but that would
take big money even to get a student visa.
'Now that Iv'e well entered puberty and become an adult male in
Obeah society' he thought, looking at his genitals in the bathroom
mirror, 'what can I do for my future?' He wondered what his best
plan should be, but the recently Black dominated country was still
reeling from the white colonial rule and had instituted some radical
changes. Well, radical, he thought, was relative. Actually a
faggot missionary mentioned in religious studies that many primitive
warrior societies had used phallic rites to indoctrinate their youth
and pacify their slaves. At the very least he was going to start
the manroot diet on his next semester, beginning tomorrow at
Ojobongo High. Nobody could tell him exactly how that would work
either, since the program was relatively new.
He looked forward to it and was fearful at the same time. In fact
that was the theme of his little video that was getting such fan mail.
But, with this new school came some new freedoms. New social groups,
actual social groups, not just white boys at the pseudo orphanage,
who were all sissies. Black teen males, mostly from upper class Obeah
families or transplanted from the US or other countries where their parents
wanted to emigrate to a black ruled country in their native Africa.
And with 95% black majority, he had been trained since almost childhood
to be submissive, but at the same time selected by his size, complexion
and looks to be special, an awkward arrangement.
Tabol, the housemaster came walking through and noticed him looking in
the mirror. The big black muscular giant was typical of all the black
men who had dominated most of his life and smiled, adjusting his half
swollen phallus in the sheer pouch he wore. As a staff member and a black
he could wear clothes, and in the 90 degree temperature just wore
sandals and a semitraditional loincloth. All the white boys wore a
pair of sheer bikini panties and sandals.
"Olia, haw, yo best not be in here jacking off! Specially befo
yo first day of de new school!"
Olia smiled at him, "I was just thinking of it when you walked in!"
Tabol stood in front of him and frowned. "Ah hope yo ain't serious,
cus den ah'd take out de cane!"
Olia swallowed. He had pushed Tabol too far and at once regretted it.
"I'm sorry, sir, just kidding!"
"Yeah, well, you and about twenty other boys be starting dat school
tomorrow, and just because you a movie star in some places don't mean
ah cut you any slack!"
'I know!"
"I'd probly give you a few swats but if you show up in dat new
school with marks on yo butt dey'll figure you for a troublemaker!"
"Oh, thanks for thinking of that!"
"Ise thinking of the academy's reputation! Yo best not get in
trouble dere, cus dat gets back to me!"
"I wasn't planning to, sir!"
'Yeah," he smiled, sitting down beside him, their bare skin
touching, "but you always manage to!"
"I know" he said regretfully, watching Tabol's cock rose in his
loincloth due their bodies being so close. He was getting erect also.
"Sir, what do we wear tomorrow?"
"Yo wear dose smocks, little coats and what you got on now,
only make sure it all clean!"
Olia was shocked, "I'm wearing pink bikini panties, sir!"
"So, that's your uniform!"
"But, what do the other boys wear!"
'Same thing!"
"No, I mean the black boys!"
"Oh, I don't know! I just know what yo white boys sposed to
be!"
Olia groaned, "I'll be different!"
Tabol laughed, "haw haw, yeah, lil blonde white boys surrounded
by big black bucks; won't take panties to make yo different!"
"Sir, what about lunch, food, and this special diet!"
"Haw, not so special. Specially from that video!"
"And ah spose everyone there will have seen it!"
"Haw, mebbe!"
"Are, well, you going to be there, sir?"
Tabol out his huge black brawny hand over his slim shoulder,
'Ah wish ah could be, boy! Now how'm ah gonna punish yo!"
Olia smiled up at him, "do I get to choose, sir?"
"Naw, but mebbe yo get a change to make it easier!"
It was a game they have played for several months now.
Tabol's huge erection was jutting out his loincloth, and
Olia leaned over and ran his pink tongue delicately around
Tabol's distended ringed nipple while at the same time reaching
under the loincloth with familiarity. "But maybe I don't
want it easier, sir!" he murmured.
A couple of boys came in to urinate and giggled at Olia
kneeling between Tabol's spread legs.
An hour later Olia was looking in his handmirror at the already
fading streaks across his pink butt cheeks and his upper bunk mate
smiled down at him. Timmy wasn't a bad sort but he always seemed
to have to have the last word.
'Off to a good start, sissy!"
"I wonder if I should tell Tabol how I feel!"
"Forget it. He's been here before you got here and he'll
be fucking white boys long after your'e gone. Next month he
won't even remember your name!"
Olia signed, nodding. "I wish I could have a real relationship!"
'You can suck my cock anytime!"
Olia rolled his eyes. Some whiteboys did suck and fuck each
other and Timmy had been after him for months, but it just didn't
feel right doing it with another white boy! He wondered if he would
feel different if he met a white man who was a big stud like a
football star or something instead of the smallish thin feminine
adolescents he had known all his life.
In his first class at Ojobongo, one of only 7 whites in a class of
45 boys, he sat a little gingerly on his still welted botton in his
pink panties and gasped as he tried to take notes on this classes,
as written on the blackboard by a big black man in a dashiki. Mr.
Franks, a blackrule proponent emigrant from America.
"Now all you black boys, some of you socializing with white
boys somewhat to a greater or lesser extent. But the white boys
in the classroom, they haven't been, except for the black staff members.
So, no pods for the whole first semester with whiteboys.
That means no little sex clubs or groups, whatever you call it here.
Now the whiteboys an know heard about the manroot diet!
Yo blackboys on it too, doin the nasty!" There were lots of chuckles
by the blacks and Olia blushed.
Mr Franks looked it seemed directly at Olia, who sat with several
other whiteboys off to one side of the class. 'First week is more
gradual for whiteboys, den a little more, den more until yo all acclimated
to de new future of Obeah!"
In the hallways, between classes, Olia was surprised he wasn't
pushed around more by the mostly bigger black students, who at least wore
a somewhat similar clothing, although they had tops, and their loincloths
weren't pink bikini type, but still very revealing.
His third period orientation was the real blockbuster though! Olia
sat in the class as the teacher talked about the traditional roles of
Obeah society for men and women, and every reference to the final
male role had no corresponding part for whites.
After it was all over, he looked at the definitions and notes
he had taken and frowned. Finally he raised his hand.
The smiling black face nodded.
"Yes," he looked down at his seating chart, "Olia!"
"Um, sir, I don't see where the full fledged citizenship for males
has to do with, well, me, um, us!"
"Us?"
"Um, the, well, the white boys here!"
"You don't?" He looked at the blackboard and his chart, and
frowned. "Well,its over here. On this side!" Olia blushed because
of all the black boys laughing, and the teacher frowned and they
were instantly quiet.
"B-but, sir, that's for women!"
"You see, Olia, Obeah is a traditional society with tribal roles.
It has no traditional role for an adult white male! And there
are different levels and roles of society!"
"Yes sir, but...!"
"Just read all the material, I know its a lof of new stuff to
cover and get back to me later if you still have a question!"
"Yes sir!" he said, defeated, and looking blankly at his notes
for an answer.
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"Well of course not, stupid!" Timmy laughed at his
question that night.
Olia was kind of pissed. "All I asked what career plan
to choose to get a full fledged citizenship. I want to travel,
go to America where maybe I have relatives!"
"I know, but your'e looking in the wrong section!"
"What?"
Timmy leaned down from his upper bunk and turned the pages
of the careers book to the back section.
Olia stared at it with astonishment!
"This is for girls!"
"More specifically, sheboys! or T-gyrls, ladyboys, lots of
kinds!"
"I didn't know there were this many varieties! But I'd still
have to be a girl!"
"Like you have a choice! What else is a white sissy without any
family or clan protection going to do in Obeah?"
"I'm not a sissy and I'm not going to be a girl!"
'Not only that but you need to get an apprenticeship for one
of the professions to pay for the cosmetics and training. And that
takes a minimum of four years to pay it off!"
Olia put his hand over his eyes thinking of it! "Gets better
and better!"
"Don't worry, you'll be able to choose lots of different positions;
all of us here are pre selected you know. Anyway, meet any interesting
studs in school today?"
"I don't want to talk about it!"
"You can't go to the homecoming dance as a boy anyway and that's
mandatory!"
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(Continued)
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