Bah Bah Black Sheep

Bah Bah Black Sheep

Open in the midst of Janelle's (18) wet dream. "Say it!" Dark brown, practically black eyes stare in defiant fury. Fists fly. Two pairs of white hands pin a young black man, 18, to the ground while another pair of white fists slam into his belly and a pair of brown eyes burning with hatred stare at the beating with perverse delight. "Say it boy say, "yessir, yessir, 3 bags full"" "Yes suh... Yes suh... Three bag full" "Say, "one for my master!" "One fo' muh massa..." "Say, "one for my dame!"" "One fo' muh dame..." "Say, "one for the white boys that live with the shame of a nigger in their school!"" "One fo' duh white boys...." Janelle, 18, awoke breathing heavily, excited, her hands between her legs rubbing her pussy at the vivid dream she just had - the uppity nigger she so hated, being put in his place by the white classmates his arrogance was always challenging and mocking with better grades and standing up to his betters ready to defend himself without fear, now the object of their amusement the childs nursery rhyme weaponized to mock him and enforce his submissive naturally inferior position.  He (the token black boy unnamed until the conclusion of the introduction) stood out as the token black student, as one of the smartest in the class, as a fearless fighter. And now if that wasn't enough he returned from summer vacation with his loose jet black curls, not trimmed short near his scalp, or slicked back with gel into the appearance of straightness, but uncut over the past year and now picked out in a proud Afro - the appearance of Afrocentric pride. At lunch, she told her girlfriends he "looks like a sheep, all woolly" they laughed and secretly calling him "Bah Bah Black sheep". Still later she saw the black boy confidently refuse to back down to the demands of a white boy, Rhodes, 18, trying to intimidate him - the darkie coldly brushing past Rhodes knocking the white boy down as if he were beneath the lowly negro's notice. She met with Rhodes and told him he couldn't let it stand. He had to redeem himself. "Beat him up. Make him say the rhyme, Bah Bah Black Sheep. Make him call you master. Make him call me dame.  And make him say that his wool is for all the whites that have to put up with his ape-like jungle smell stinking up our hallways. Shave his head. Bring me his nigger wool - and I'll give you anything you want. Do... anything you want." They got him on hazing day. They got the black boy  to agree to be "initiated"so he could be accepted among them. The black boy was initially surprised, the hazing "kidnapping" wasn't tying him o he flag pole in his underwear for everyone arriving at school to see, they didn't  drive him out into the woods take his clothes and leave him to hitchhike home naked. They took him to a party. Then with all the popular crowd watching they began interrogating him about his hair. They touched it without his permission, pulling it, feeling it, commenting on its texture "it's soft, not "nappy" or rough like they though a nigger's hair was supposed to be" "heard it was like steel wool" or like a brillo pad" "maybe not like steel wool, but is is like wool. If you're a coon, why do you have wool on your head?" "He's not a coon. He's the black sheep of the school!" "Hah, hah! Bah bah black sheep!" The white boy she set this up with now takes the lead demanding the black boy repeat the lines of the rhyme. He remains silent. The white boys friends grab his arms. The black boy struggles. The white boy punches him in the gut. The girl kisses him, then says, "Do it!" The white boy produces an electric hair clippers. He tells the black boy to say the lines. The black boy refuses. The white boy begins, and the other white students watching chime in, "Bah bah black sheep, have you any wool?" The white boy, "Say it boy say, "yessir, yessir, 3 bags full"" Silence. Then the buzz of electric hair trimmers taking a stripe from the front over the top to the back , jet black curls falling to the floor. "Say, "one for my master!" More silence. Then another buzz of electric hair trimmers taking another stripe from the Afro leaving a reverse mohawk, and more jet black curls falling to the floor. The girl approaches for the first time, staring at the black boy with hatred, never having spoken a word to directly him before, "Say, "one for my dame!"" Still silence. More buzzing of electric hair trimmers, more jet black curls falling to the floor. "Say, "one for the white boys that live with the shame of a nigger in their school!"" Silence. Thrashing struggle insufficient to break loose from the grip of several white boys. The electric trimmers continue to buzz as the job of "sheering the black sheep" continues until he is bald. "Wow, that was fun" some of the spectators says as the party breaks up. "They really went all out. What a show, you would almost think he didn't want it." Janelle whispers to Rhodes, "tie him up. I'm yours," she kisses the white boy, "I'll do whatever you want, let you do what ever you want... But I want you to make him watch. I want him to see what he can never have." Janelle and Rhodes retreat to a bedroom. Rhode's friends drag the black boy, bound hand and foot behind them. They sit him on a chair facing the bed. Janelle and Rhodes start making out. Rhodes asks if Janelle will really go all the way. She removes her panties, then says, "no, I've changed my mind." Rhodes is crestfallen, then anger flashes on his face before Janelle smiles and continues, "I don't want the negro watching me. You don't want that nigger to see me do you?" She puts her panties over his head with the rear part over his face for him to smell the essence of her butt while he hears Janelle and Rhodes fuck and Janelle encouraging Rhodes by  telling him how brave and strong he was and how exciting it was to see him put the nigger in his place. The next day, the humiliated black boy arrives at school, head shaven. Whispers follow him through the hallways, "bah bah black sheep".  Rhode's friends corner the black boy  and begin to mock him, telling him to repeat his lines again. They shove him and he is ready to fight, but before he can throw a punch, a friendly arm wraps around his shoulders, "Hey, Woolly! Great party last night! You really went all out. That was so realistic. A real show. Well, you're one of us now." The popular boy leads him off, away from the bullies and into a group of other popular students. Humiliated and shaved bald, the once proud Afrocentric black young man is now a popular token black "boy" called by the nickname "Woolly". Raceplay Consent Thriller Sex Token Black Racial slurs Racial Skin Color Descriptions Raceplay Elements Mulatto Universal Consent & Erotic Atmosphere Street slang Thug AAVE / Ebonics