Corrected and Completed Version. I’m Black Death and I’ve been here in the USA for a long time. Me and other Black nurses sterilize white boys every

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Corrected and Completed Version.

I’m Black Death and I’ve been here in the USA for a long time. Me and other Black nurses sterilize white boys every chance we get.

We had an white boy in the unit this week. His balls were so pink and supple and so tempting. So I got a doctor’s order to put him in restraints.

Since he was in restraints I had to put a catheter up his co ck. I had my Black CNA shove it up his co ck. She loves to hear the white boys moan and beg as she forces it up their tiny little co cks. She loves the panicked look on their face.

I held his soft balls in my hand and stroked them. Then I tied them up to isolate each ball by itself. I put my ID card right under those t i e d u p balls and snapped a photo. Another set of white balls captured, ti e d u p, displayed, tagged and ready for sterilization.

They were so pink but after being tied, they started to turn blue and purple. The veins began to bulge. I would have preferred to make him into a gelding and just cut them off.

It was covid vaccination time so I drew up four syringes of vaccine so our other nurses would get to practice injecting his balls. I opened a pack of alcohol wipes. I wiped his balls while my CNA and another nurse watched.

By now his bound up balls were straining against the cord that wrapped around them. His balls looked so fascinating sticking out in the air, one ball suspended on each side of his small erect shaft. Purple balls with a tiny 4 inch erection in the middle.

He saw the syringes and watched his balls get wiped and he knew what was going to happen, but I asked him anyway. I asked, “Do you know what is going to happen next?” He started to beg and plead. It was entertaining so we listened for a while.

Then my CNA picked up a syringe and selected a ball. She wiped the ball again with alcohol. And then she slowly pushed the needle into his ball as she pressed on the plunger emptying the whole syringe into his ball.

Only three more to go, she told him. He begged and squirmed but the restraints held him. There was no escape for him. His balls were fully exposed and there was nothing he could do to save them. Another CNA stepped up and took her turn pushing a needle all the way through his ball from front to back, emptying the sterilization vaccine along the way into his ball. She took her time as he moaned. She asked him, “Does that hurt pretty little white boy?” He moaned.

The last two syringes were emptied into his balls. By now he was sterile. No white babies being made by that boy. I wiped the small drops of blood from each ball and then untied them.

The loose balls dropped down but then his sac tightened. Through all of this, he kept his erection. I gave his little erect co ck a flick of my finger and it wobbled a little, impaled on the catheter.

He asked for pain medication but I denied it. I told him to savor the pain and remember that Black is beautiful! His balls ached for hours as he suffered the fate all white boys deserve.

New Confession

DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.