punchmekickme's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Hard Lesson Thud! Crack! Thud! "Uu - uuu - Uuuugh!" A vaulted room has been resounded by sounds of blows, outcries of pain and a dull sound of a crash of a body against a wall. Of a beaten body. Of my body - for it is me who is being beaten.  Thrashed. Devastated. Leaning against the wall, I am fearfuly looking at my beater - a sturdy black man, who is slowly, level-headedly and at the same time menacingly approaching me. His mighty muscular body is dressed in a short-sleeved polo-shirt, he´s weraing a tight blue pairs of jeans - he´s actually handsome but... Thud! Thud! Thud! "Ough-Uu-Uuuugh!" ...but he obviously wants me to admire rather his strength and fighting - I should rather say beating - skills than his beauty.  There is the audience to this lesson, a group of black men and some white guys The black men smile and lough, amused at the performance which my tormenter has prepared for them, the whites stand silently, amazed, perplexed, even dubfounded and perhaps full of fear - there could hardly be a better demostration of a supremacy of the black race then this lesson is... "Super!" "Teach him the lesson!" "Take it, white faggot!" "´t serves him right!" Having received anothes dosage of pain I´m leaning against the wall at which he´s just slammed me. God, is it possible that it´s really me who´s experiencing this devilish lesson? Is it possible... Thud! Thud! Thud! "Ough! Ough! Uuuugh!" Another series of blows has interrpupted my reasoning; I fly several steps and crash against a wall again.  I have given up the idea of defending myself; I do not dare to irritate his anger. Under the blows of his steel-hard fists, I have been despised of my will to resistance. Thus, a fight has turned to be a thrashing. A sound thrashing.  Thud! Thud! Thud! "U - U - UuuugH!!!" The last punch to my midsection has broken me in the waist; the following one to my face has knocked me down.  "Stand up, fucker!" Oboediently, I am staggering to my feet.  The beating goes on. Punches and kicks hammer my body and face; Thud! Thud! Thud! I must admire the way he is beating me, he is a real artist, his moves are smart and lithe, his mighty muscular arms are sending his hard fists against my body with murderous precision... Thud! Thud! Thud! "Uugh! Uugh! Uuuugh!" He even added some regularity to the thrashig and is now beating me rhythmically, belly, face, stomach, flying to a wall, belly, sromach face, to a wall again, stomach, belly, stomach...it is a real symphony of clenched hands, a concert of sounds of blows, screams of pain, whining and prays for mercy, a manifestation of the strength of the Black Race - yes, the capial letters are correct here, so convincing this proof of the Black Superiority is - which he´s prepared to amuse His Black Friends and to teach whieys the moral; i´m tottering, my head is swallen, my white turtleneck is stained with blood pouring from my nose and broken lips, but He is merciless. Thud! Thud! Thud! "Ugh! Ugh! Uugh! Please, ough, please..." Thud! Crack! Thud! "Uuch! Ouuch! Noo-ough! No, please, uuuh, please, stop-" Crack! Thud! Crack! For upteenth time, I´m squirming in pain at My Torturer´s boots...... "Stand up, white scum!" My body is trembling but I oboediently carry out His command - only so that to receive another dosage of suffering... THUD! "UUUUGH!!!" This time, only one punch to my midsection has nearly sent me down, but He grabbs me by my nipples, well visible under a fabric of my close-fitting white ribbed turtleneck - and slamms me aganist a wall, to which He nails me with another punch to my stomach. THUD! "UUUUUGH!!!" Terrible pain is radiating from my stomach to my whole body; holding my sore guts, I am falling to the ground again. Almost immediately my wretched body is being flailed by a series of vicious kicks accompanied by calling me names. Approprate names, I confess, for all my self-esteam has melted unded the hammering like a spring snow, being replaced by deep respect to Him - My Master! "Take this, white fag! Here you´re, you bastard! Take this, bitch!" When I has been coming to this den, I felt like a man about town; now i´m feeling - both mentaly and physiclly - like a piece of trash, like... "Take this, shit!" "Uuugh!" Yes, a shit! That´s what gives a true picture of what i am now. The waves of pain, again and againg pouring on my body have suddenly ceased.  "Got enough?" "Ye-es," stammer i.  "What have you taken from the lesson, you piece of white shit?" For an answer, i am crawling to My Black Master´s boots and full of awe to His Strength, Perfection and Greatness, i humbly kiss them with my bleeding lips... again and again...     Posted on : Jan 15, 2013     Add Comment punchmekickme Comments: 8 Commented on Jun 30, 2013 Noble Black Master, You are right, white bois have not a remotest chance if confronted with a Superior Black Man. Not only we are the weaker race, we deserve to be beaten up to the pulp. As much the better if it is done in front of white women, that they can wittness our true weakness.   DarkNDomDJ Comments: 36 Commented on Jan 16, 2013 Interesting how the similarities are when I have emasculated and kicked the living shit outta the whiteboys ... and yeah .. a few times in front of their women too. Good boi ... it dont matter if you fight back or not .. you're still getting an azzKicking from Us Black Men ... got that, whiteBoi?