Nikla abandoned the classroom, not even bothering to ask permission. She wasn't interested in the pathetic displays of her classmates.
"Very well." Mr. Hilter took a deep breath, the smell of his own mess filling the air. "Now, the ginger idiot. Come here and show your family member.”
Kristen walked to the front of the class, his trembling hands clutching a rotten cucumber he had found in the trash. He was terrified. His mom was a whore, and his dad was a factory slave, so he had chosen the third option.
FLASHBACK
Kristen was lying on the dirty mattress in the corner of his cardboard house, a deodorant can buried deep in his ass. He was imagining Nikla. He was imagining her holding him, her small boobs pressing against his chest.
"Niku... I love you..." he whispered.
That's when he overheard the moans from the other room. His mother had found a new lover. The boy was curious; his mother had never been this vocal with any of the other men.
He peeked through a hole in the cardboard wall. His fat mother was on the bed, her legs spread wide. A huge, black, and muscular man was on top of her, his massive cock pistoning in and out of her.
Kristen gasped. The man was not human. His skin was dark like charcoal, and his face was that of a gorilla. The boy watched in horror as the huge man impaled his mother with his giant cock, grunting like an animal.
He ran to his father, who was locked up in the cuck room, a tiny space under the house where he spent most of his free time. Raphael, his father, was tied to a chair, a pink chastity cage on his micro penis.
"Dad! Mom is with a gorilla!"
"Oh, son." Raphael was used to this. "That's not a gorilla. That's Jammal, the mall security guard. He's a beautiful black man, and I don't want you to use that racist language ever again."
"I is sorry!"
"Son." Raphael smiled. "Your mother deserves to be happy. And if a man makes her happy, then we should support her."
He hugged his dad, and they both cried.
END OF FLASHBACK
"And that's why I brought Mr. Jammal!" Kristen announced, and the huge man entered the classroom. He was massive, his muscles bulging through a white tank top. He wore jeans, and his bulge was so big it looked like he had a third leg stuffed in there.
The students clapped and cheered, a cacophony of awe and lust. They had never seen a man so big and so black. They stared at him, their eyes wide with wonder. Even Caillou was impressed and wished that man would destroy his tight boipussy.
However, Mr. Hilter was not happy. He saw the man as a threat to his authority and a threat to his masculinity.
"KRISTEN! I SAID NO ANIMALS IN THE CLASSROOM!" He stood up, the seat of his diaper crackling like dried leaves.
Jammal looked at the fat nazi with pure contempt. He had faced down more dangerous things in the mall parking lot. "What you said, nigga?" His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder.
Mr. Hilter was a nazi, but more importantly, he was a coward. He looked at Jammal, who was at least three times his size, and sat back down. "I mean... Welcome, Mr. Jammal."
"That’s better, bitch." Jammal cracked his knuckles, the sound like popcorn.
Kristen, who had been trembling, now stood a little taller. This was the first time someone had stood up for him. This was the first time someone had made Mr. Hilter back down.
After that, Kristen grabbed the notes Danna had given him and began his presentation. "This is Mr. Jammal. He is a security guard at the mall, and he is also my mom's boyfriend."
The students gasped. They knew Kristen's mother was a whore, but they didn't know she was dating a black man.
"He is also my father figure," Kristen added, a single tear rolling down his dirty cheek. "He’ll teach me how to be a man."
"No, I won't, you bitch." Jammal frowned, peeling a banana someone had thrown at him. "I'm not raising someone else's faggot son."
Kristen's face fell, but he knew better than to argue with the big man. He was too scared and also too stupid.
"Now, for the body functions." Kristen grabbed the pointer left by Nikla and pointed at Jammal's bulge. "Mr. Jammal is black. African blood flows through his veins, which makes him physically superior. This is why he is so tall and muscular. His thingy is very big."
The students laughed, their jeers echoing in the grimy classroom.
"African people also have a lower IQ," Kristen added, reading the paper. "But they are good for manual labor and breeding." His orange hair trembled as he read. "And this is why my mom loves him so much. She says he makes her feel like a real woman."
Jammal just grunted, the banana peel falling from his large, calloused hand.
After that, Kristen had to unzip the giant's pants and show them the huge snake. The students gasped, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination.
Jamma didn't mind using his body as an educational tool. He had learned long ago that his impressive physique was a source of both respect and curiosity. He stood there, a monument of dark muscle, letting the retarded kids stare at his crotch.
Kristen kept reading Danna's notes. "I, Slug, have a micro penis. This is a genetic defect. My mom says I am a mistake. But Mr. Jammal's penis is very big. This is why he is a man, and I am not." He cried, his tears mixing with the snot running down his face.
In the end, Kristen's presentation was a success. The kids loved it, and Mr. Hilter, who had been trying to ignore the massive black cock in the middle of his classroom, had no choice but to give him a B. After all, he didn't want to be beaten up by a gorilla.
However, Kristen's success quickly reached Mr. Eladio's ears. The fat principal had been masturbating in his office when Mr. Hilter broke in and began to cry. He told the principal that the nigga was stealing the show, and that he was scared.
Mr. Eladio couldn't believe his ears. Kristen's actions had endangered the school, as he brought a dangerous animal in. But more importantly, by showing Jammal's giant cock, he had made men like him, with tiny peepees, feel inadequate. This was a crime.
"HE MUST BE PUNISHED!" Mr. Eladio roared, slamming his tiny fists on his desk.
Later that day, Kristen was called to the principal's office. He walked down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. The school was quiet; the only sounds were the distant screams of students being bullied.
He stood before the principal's door, the fat man tried to look imposing, his jowls trembling with righteous fury. "Kristen, I know you had good intentions," he began, his voice a sanctimonious drone, "But what you did in that classroom was a violation. A violation of school rules, of common decency, and of basic hygiene."
"But sir! I thought you liked big men!" Kristen sniffled, clutching the rotten cucumber he had brought with him for moral support.
Eladio's face turned a mottled shade of purple. "My personal preferences have no bearing on this! We are a school of equality, where all body types, regardless of size, are to be respected. By parading that... that endowment... you've created a hostile environment for the... the less endowed."
"I is sorry..." Kristen's freckled face was a mess of tears and snot.
"I won't expel you," the principal said, sighing. "But you will get 3 days of detention in the cage. And I want you to write a 500-word essay on the dangers of penis envy and its impact on academic performance."
Kristen nodded and crawled into the small metal cage in the corner of the office.
The principal watched the boy crawl into the cage and felt a familiar warmth in his loins. He locked the door, the metal clanging shut with a finality that made the fat man's balls ache.
Kristen saw the bones of Torito, the kid who had died in that same cage a month ago. His skull was white and clean, picked clean by rats and other vermin. The boy's parents had forgotten to pick him up before the summer break, and he had died of thirst and hunger.
The ginger cried himself to sleep, wishing he were in Nikla's arms.
From that day onwards, black people were banned from the school, a decision Tamara wouldn't take lightly.