American Society for Wizard Negroes

To preface, this is a parody, and is in no way representative of the actual film. You should be thankful for that, as the film is an absolute pile of dog shit, and this is basically just borrowing a similar sounding title and concept. So, with that in mind, let's see if I can do better.

Also, this work is heavily based in race-play, in case the title wasn't enough to warn you of that. It features use of racial slurs and language, and is not intended for more delicate readers of jerk stories.

-Alley Cats-

Aaron was absolutely taken back by everything he'd just learned, Rodger standing beside him, giving him the same warm smile with just a hint of that old magic he'd seen before.

"So you mean to tell me, our purpose... The Society's purpose, is to..." Aaron said, hardly believing it.

"Get girls blacked." Rodger said, with a simple nod.

"Like, ANY girl..? We just cast our magic, and..." Aaron went on, still adjusting.

"Not just ANY girl, Aaron. They have to be legal aged, this isn't Hollywood or Washington DC." Rodger chuckled, putting an arm over Aaron's shoulder and casually walking down the sidewalk with him, "You see, white people are the most dangerous animal on earth, so, instead of just placating them, it's the goal of our society to breed them out at every opportunity. That means converting and breeding 18 year old girls the second they turn it, breeding college girls so they have to drop out, getting wives and girlfriends to cheat on and leave their husbands, and yes, breeding them too."

"That seems a little... harsh." Aaron said, shaking his head slightly.

"Well, some people think slavery was a "little harsh", so, make of it what you will." Rodger said, correcting him.

Continuing down the walk, they come across an ATM, a white woman nervously glancing at their approach as she took out money. As they came to stand behind her, her heart was racing, thoughts flashing through her mind of what they might intend of her and her money.

"Now, you see her? She's absolutely terrified we're going to rob her." Rodger whispered, nudging Aaron slightly as he did.

The all business looking blonde is conservatively dressed in a black blazer, a white button up blouse, and a black pencil skirt with matching black heels. Likely someone who has either come from money, or worked hard her whole life to get there. Either way, it's also clear that she has lived a life sheltered from the sort of colorful existence men such as Aaron and Rodger come from.

"Excuse me, miss?" Rodger says, the woman almost freezing with panic.

"Y-yes..? What do you want?" she stammers, her hand lowering down to get her cell phone from her purse in case she needs it.

"I was actually just curious if you could settle something between my friend here and I." Rodger said, folding his hands pleasantly across his stomach, putting out a little old world charm.

"What... what is that?" she says, turning around to look at the two of them nervously.

"Well, he says you look like the sort of girl who only dates white men, whereas I think you look like you'd be down to fuck all sorts of brothas... would you mind telling us which one?" Rodger says, the charm clearly gone, but his mannerisms the same.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry we don't..." Aaron started, but was abruptly cut off by the now clearly incensed woman.

"EXCUSE ME!? WHERE DO YOU GET OFF.." the woman started too, her face turning red with annoyance and embarrassment, Rodger quickly cutting her off himself.

"Melius nigrum." he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

The woman stopped speaking immediately, her eyes going somewhat glassy as she looked directly at him, now as placid and receptive as could be.

"What... what did you do to her?" Aaron shot out, shocked by the sudden change.

"Told her an ancient truth." Rodger said, chuckling again as he continued, "But you see, now she's completely receptive to whatever we want..."

With that, Rodger walked up to the woman, putting an arm around her shoulder and started walking her with the two of them, her mind seemingly blank and relaxed, a sort of dull smile on her face. They finally approached a rather seedy looking alley, where Rodger stopped, raising an arm to allow Aaron to step down it, but not following.

"I'd like you to consider this your welcome package to our organization." Rodger said, ushering the white woman in roughly the same direction, but stopping her long enough to lean closer to her ear, his voice coming out as smooth as always, "You're going to suck my friend here off in the alley. He gets to choose where he cums, not you... you will never get to choose. When he's done, you're going to thank him, and then go back home. But you're going to think about this moment over and over again, and it's going to make you insatiably horny for more black cock." he said, the words almost vibrating now, "You're going to fuck and suck ANY black guy who wants you, no matter if you're married, dating, or even a lesbian... that shit is over."

The woman just nodded, her smile turning up slightly, her eyes still dull and glazed over.

"Niger nunc est dominus tuus." Rodger finished, and the woman snapped out of her trance, her brain completely rewired, any semblance of her old feelings erased.

Aaron couldn't help but watch in complete silence. The woman turned to him, her look turning sultry, her eyes now clearly full of a sort of profound lust.

"I can't wait for you to FUCK my pretty white mouth..." she said, practically melting over him as she leaned in and put her hands on his chest and shoulder.

"I'll see YOU tomorrow." Rodger said, giving Aaron a wink, before turning on his heels and walking on.

"Miss, you... you don't have to go down into the alley..." Aaron said nervously.

"I'll suck it right here, whatever you want... just put it in my mouth, please... I need it SO fucking bad..." she practically purred, her hand running down the front of her skirt as she rubbed herself.

"No, no that's..." Aaron started, but there was no denying his need any more than hers.

He took her hand, moving quickly down further into the alley, the girl giggling along with him before he found a nice piece of cardboard on the ground. The woman, who's name ABSOLUTELY doesn't fucking matter, wasted no time at all dropping to her knees on the makeshift pad, Aaron quickly undoing his pants and pulling out his fat black cock, as she kicked her heels off, unbuttoned her top; pulling her soft white tits out over her bra, and jammed her hand down the waistline of her skirt and started fingering herself. Aaron grabbed her by the hair, roughly stuffing his dark meat into her mouth as she moaned with excitement and pleasure. Bracing her head against the brick wall behind her, he put both hands on either side of back of her head, and started face fucking her directly against the wall. It was hard to get it all down at first, as she was clearly not used to taking on men of his caliber, and her mouth dripped drool with every plunge, until it started sinking down her throat.

"Oh yeah, that's it... suck my fucking black cock you... you... white SLUT." Aaron said finally embracing things more fully, the words feeling perfectly empowering.

She was sucking as best as she could despite his ferocious thrusts, his cock finally slamming all the way down in his balls her hitting her chin. She fingered herself furiously, moaning with enthusiastic receptiveness, her ankles crossed behind her, her tits catching drops of her saliva as he pumped it out of her. The night was mostly still, but the city never sleeps, and people went on about their lives, passing by at a distance with barely a glance as he punished her mouth hard, any sense of her former dignity gone. He watched as she fingered herself, her tits bouncing, his balls slapping against her chin as she looked up at him, and all he saw was lust and satisfaction. After a good few minutes, he was fit to bust, pulling out and priming to jerk himself to completion as she looked up at him eagerly.

"Keep your fucking mouth open." Aaron said, and like that, she obeyed, tongue out slightly.

He didn't cum exclusively in her mouth, instead, going a little free for all, blowing it in her mouth and letting it cascade up and all over her face, white streaks landing in her hair, landing around her eyes and mixing with her already tear smudged mascara, fat ropes hanging off her lips and chin. He drained his balls all over her, the woman just grunting eagerly as she took it all, finally climaxing herself when he was finished. She doubled over, catching herself on her free hand, the other one working her to completion, her back arching up as she bucked and shook, her toes curling and her face going low. She slowly gathered her composure before sitting up slightly, turning her face back up to Aaron with a look of hope; hope that she had satisfied him.

"Oh my god, it's so fucking good..." she said, licking her lips lightly, "Thank you so much for that."

"Yeah yeah..." Aaron said, flicking the last drop out of himself and onto her clothes, "Head back home just like that, don't clean up until you get there."

She smiled broadly and nodded, getting up and dusting herself off slightly, the cum remaining exactly where it was. She gave him one last sloppy smile after putting her heels back on, and turned, clicking her way back out of the alley and towards the ATM where her car was still waiting for her.

"I think I could get used to this." Aaron said smugly as he watched her go, a smirk forming on his face.

-It's Official-

"Sounds like you had yourself a fantastic time." Rodger said, the rest of the society nodding along in agreement.

"I did... I... I need to do more. When do I start?" Aaron said, his chest full of anxious energy as he wanted to get to work full time.

"Well, we have several different factions, from our roaming street crews all the way down to the birthday brigade." another member said, proud of Aaron's acceptance and eagerness.

"Birthday brigade?" Aaron asked, quizzically.

"Oh, they target white girls the moment they turn 18, black them good and early to make sure there's no chance they'll EVER waste another second on a white boy." the man responded, proud of the duty.

"Damn, I mean... it all sounds good." Aaron said, thinking of the world of possibilities before him, "But, I mean... this is your society, tell me where you think I would be best suited."

"I'm glad you asked." Rodger remarked, standing up, "We do more than just seize the day, if you know what I mean... we also look towards the future, and there just so happens to be a perfect spot for you. There's an up and coming tech entrepreneur by the name of Jay, and he's interested in a pretty young thing named Elizabeth..."

"I'll do it." Aaron cut in, enthusiastically.

"Haha, hold your horses, I want you to hear the best part." Rodger said, holding up a hand to indicate he should slow down for a second, "We need her to be a "time-bomb" of sorts."

"What... what does that mean?" Aaron said now feeling a little more cautious at the term.

"Oh, don't look so crestfallen, you're free to fuck her... she's a nice little white and Asian blend, also looks sort of reserved, which means that pussy is probably TIGHT... anyway, when you erase her mind, make sure she doesn't go black right away... you see, Jay is going to be worth billions some day with his tech firm, and the two of them will end up married..." Rodger paused, seeing that Aaron had gotten the picture.

"And you want me to delay her conversion until she can take him for all he's worth in a divorce." Aaron said, a smile breaking on his face.

"He'll lose half his worth to her, and even more in court fees and other payments. It ends up causing him to lose majority share in his own company, which we're already buying up from the ground level to ensure we claim control over it when the time comes." Rodger finishes, smiling warmly.

"I love it." Aaron says, beaming, "What kind of company is it?"

"That's the best part... online dating! We bend the algorithms, and set even more light skinned sluts up with brothas from across the entire country. Magic is great, but there's only so many of us... you know? Why not let technology lend a helping hand?" Rodger says with a sigh, clearly pleased at their plans for the future.

"Just tell me when and where." Aaron says, sitting back in his chair.

-Meet Cute-

"I'll take a coffee." Elizabeth says, scanning the menu board, considering some other options for breakfast.

"Of course, and how would you like that?" the barista responds, clearly admiring the pretty woman in front of him.

"Black is fine." she says, giving him a polite smile.

"It's better than fine."

Elizabeth turns around when she hears the remark, a dashing young black man behind her in line, also looking up at the board.

"A lot of people don't appreciate coffee for it's own rich flavor, they bury it in sugar and drown it in cream." Aaron continues, not looking down at her.

"I completely agree. Black IS better." she says, giving him a quick once over, before turning back to finish her order.

She orders a simple sandwich to take on the go, but Aaron steps up, getting the baristas attention.

"You can put whatever she's ordering on my bill." he says, the young white man nodding, but his frustration clear at this intruder invading his own unlikely attempt at wooing her.

"Oh, I couldn't let you do that." Elizabeth says, turning to Aaron.

"How about we sit together, and I'll consider it to have been well worth the cost." Aaron says, flashing her a smile.

"Well I..." Elizabeth considers, thinking she has some errands she wanted to run before work, but decides to give him a shot, "You know what, sure... that sounds nice. I'm Elizabeth." she says, putting out her hand.

"Aaron." he says, taking her small feminine hand into his larger black one.

The barista can tell that he's beat, and simply processes the remainder of both their orders, his former high spirits having sunk. The two get their food and find a nice corner booth, slipping in to eat, drink, and have a chat. It's the usual banality of getting to know someone, but there's definitely chemistry there, Elizabeth laughing and touching his hands as he cracks wise about one thing or another. It's a small gesture, but it opens a window to something that Aaron hadn't considered before. This girl genuinely likes him, it's clear from her body language, touch, sense of enthusiasm as he speaks... she's clearly into this, magic or no magic. Which puts him the throws of a real dilemma. She's meant to marry that guy Jay, and eventually lead to his downfall, giving control of the company over to the society, but looking into her sweet, deep brown eyes, he can't help but think about how he should BREED HER immediately. She's just so vulnerable, innocent and naive, she would be the perfect conquest fuck.

"...so that's how I got the job." Elizabeth says, Aaron realizing he had been so consumed, he hadn't been paying attention.

"Cool, very cool." he said, hoping that was an appropriate response.

She smiles at his casual remark, her eyes still locked on his, checking the time on her phone before biting her lip slightly.

"Listen, I'm supposed to be at work in about two hours, so..." she starts, Aaron suddenly realizing he might have lost his shot, "... this might sound crazy, but would you want to come back to my place for a quickie?"

Never mind, problem solved.

"Bet." Aaron says, smiling as the two of them stand up, the only magic he needed today being his own natural charisma.

The young white man behind the counter watches them go with a jealous look, anger taking him over as this is hardly the first time he's lost out on a chance at romance because of a black man. A fate that was becoming all too familiar for a lot of white boys his age.

-White Tears-

Elizabeth and Aaron were already locked in a fumbling embrace as they essentially crashed through her apartment door, their mouths locked together, tongues exploring each other with wild enthusiasm. Stumbling over things, she guided him as quickly as she could, their bodies still locked, until they passed the threshold of her bedroom. The newly met pair falling onto the bed, their passions finally allowed to go deeper, his hands exploring the curves of her tight body, grabbing her ass and pulling her firmly against him until she could feel the pronounced bulge in his pants. Elizabeth couldn't help but smile and chuckle in appreciation, their mouths still touching.

"I fucking knew it." she says softly, her hand now reaching down to feel it more directly.

"Oh?" Aaron said, a little surprised by the turn about of the day.

"Black IS better, right?" she said, repeating the words from the coffee shop.

"Without a doubt." Aaron said, meaning it, though it had to be addressed, "You ever been with a black man before?"

"No, but I've been fantasizing about it ever since one of my friends told me all about how SHE went black... she said HE was huge too." Elizabeth confessed, Aaron realizing she was fetishizing black men.

Fetishizing black men was something a lot of white women did, and some white guys too, and it was in it's own right profoundly dehumanizing. To boil an entire race of people down to a bunch of stereotypes was the sort of racism that hurts even worse than the outright kind, because it's hidden behind a mask of acceptance.

"Then it's time you learned the TRUTH." Aaron said, realizing what he had, but also not caring, because he was about to fuck the life out of her.

"Mmmmmm yes daddy..." Elizabeth cooed, climbing back and off the bed, undoing her pants and dropping them to the floor.

Aaron watched in cool appreciation as she stepped out of them, pulling her shirt off next, her smooth skin perfect and enticing, his dark dick hard as could be in his pants. Undoing her bra, she teasingly took it off, throwing it to him as she let her perky breasts spring free, her nipples firm and richly colored. Then turning around, she lowered her panties, bending over to give him a good look at her tight ass and pussy, wiggling her hips slightly to further entice him, as if he needed that. She was completely nude now, turning and seductively sauntering towards the bed, finally stopping for just a moment to open her nightstand.

"I hope you don't mind if I use these..." Elizabeth purred, producing a pair of handcuffs.

Aaron had been a little naive himself, thinking that she was just some sweet simple girl. This bitch was a freak, and he was loving it. She had two sets of spare keys, one of which she put out for him, turning around and planting her ass on the bed as she stuck her arms out behind her for him to cuff. Aaron was more than happy to do so, clapping them on firmly, no fuzz or anything to protect her from the pain... something she loved.

"Uh oh... it looks like I'm helpless to stop you now..." Elizabeth said playfully, "What are you going to do to me, DADDY?"

"I think we need to make sure that pussy is GOOD and WET." Aaron said, standing up and stepping around her.

"Oh, it is daddy, I swear..." she said, looking at him with eyes full of lust.

Grabbing her throat, Aaron yanked her up to her feet, Elizabeth letting out a squeal of happy surprise, as he turned her around, throwing her forward over on the bed, face down and ass up. This was met with a firm slap, Elizabeth crying out in pained pleasure, biting her lip, half her face buried into her comforter. His fingers moved quickly to her exposed pussy, feeling her wetness, but still running his fingers between the soft lips of her pussy, sliding forward enough to lightly stroke her clitoris before coming back and sliding his fingers inside her next. Slowly, he started fingering her, reading the reactions of her body as she squirmed at his touch. Faster now, her breath quickening as he pumped his arm, his other hand now joining in as he hooked his thumb right up her ass. She was clearly losing it, but he wasn't about to let her have what she was after... not yet. He drove her further and further, bringing her nearly to the brink but then slowing down, Elizabeth practically pushing her ass back further to get him to finish.