Beanertrainer: White Co- Matter 8

*Time skip. Chapter 7 happens on Sunday. Chapter 8 happens on the following Friday.*

Leo and Gabriel are now getting their tickets checked to enter the private event. There's only thirty minutes until the event starts. They enter through the top entrance that's next to the highest seats.

Thirty minutes pass and the seats are all filled. There must be around a hundred and fifty seats in the auditorium. There's nobody on stage still.

"They're late." Gabriel tells Leo.

"Yeah. The event looks sold out too." Leo responds.

In the front row, there was a VIP section of about fifteen seats. Of course it was only white guys in the front because nobody else was going to pay $50 for this event.

Twenty minutes pass and there's still nobody appearing.

"Oh I know them!" Gabriel says as he points to the bottom entrance which is connected to outside the building. Gabriel knows Miguel and Dani. They're pulling in a cart full of nacho chips and cheese and jalapenos.

"The president of one of the frats is also there." Leo points out.

"Which frat?" Gabriel asks.

"Beta Beta Gamma, I think. That's Pedro Ruiz."

"Oh yeah, him. He wrote about the white nationalist's trying to infiltrate the college."

"I didn't read about that. Wow. They really brought in Mexican representation for this event."

"What do you mean?"

"Those two other guys that just entered are the presidents of two other Mexican fraternities."

"I don't know why they made them wear those tight pants though. They're really stretching out those pants with their asses."

It was true. The pants that the five latinos were wearing were tight and were outlining those asses more than should be appropriate. Their black dress pants seem perfectly tailored to be as tight as possible without ripping. The waiters were also wearing a white dress shirt with a tight black vest over it. The servers went around asking how people wanted their nachos and it took a while until they reached Gabriel's row.

"I thought you weren't going to come?" Gabriel asks Dani.

"It was free for me. How would you like your nachos?" Dani asked.

"Just with cheese and no jalapenos."

"How about you?" Dani asked Leo.

"With cheese and jalapenos." Leo responded.

Dani goes back to the cart and brings the nachos as asked.

"It's finally starting." Gabriel said in relief.

Someone runs up the stage and begins to speak on the microphone.

"We are so sorry. We haven't been able to contact the President of the Proud Mexican Heritage Association. The Vice-President will be here shortly." The guy then runs backstage.

"Come on. I paid twenty bucks for this." Cries Gabriel.

"Yeah. What can you do though?" Leo tries to remain relaxed.

Five minutes pass and everybody has eaten their nachos. Finally, the Vice-President of the PMHA walks on stage and speaks on the microphone. He's 21yo 5'8" and slim.

"We're sorry. We couldn't contact the president. I didn't prepare well but I will try my best. My name is Julio Carranza and I am the Vice-President of the Proud Mexican Heritage Association." Julio makes his introduction.

The representative for White Colleges Matter also walks on stage and stands in front of the other microphone. He's a 20yo 5'8" preppy white dude.

"Hello! Hello! My name is Erik Smith and I am a representative of White Cohk-Colleges Matter." Erik introduces himself.

Both opponents debate against each other for an hour which really seems to interest the audience. Julio definitely knew his stuff better than Erik and it was clear that Erik was losing the debate. That was until Erik decided to pull his trump card.

Erik walked off stage and then he walked back, holding on a leash... attached to the collar of the President of the Proud Mexican Heritage Association.

"Booooo!" Several members of the audience yell.

Erik also holds a three foot stick with the other hand. The president crawls on the floor blindfolded, wearing the same suit that the servers were wearing. Erik then goes on to spout the most racist things the audience has ever heard.

"This is what a good beaner looks like." Erik says in the microphone to the disbelief of everyone in the audience.

Erik puts his right foot on Crisitan's back to show his dominance. There's a mix of anger and disbelief within the latino audience.

"Stand up spic!" Erik commands Cristian.

Cristian gets up and shows off his fat butt stretching the hell out of those dress pants to the audience.

"Drop your pants!" Erik commands.

Christian does as he's told and the audience sees his fat brown butt. They also see that he's wearing a pink thong that completely disappears between his fat brown cheeks.

"This is why Mexicans eat tortillas. All that dough gets turned into fat and stored on their asses." Erik explains as he points with his stick.

"There's no evidence that shows that's true." Julio responds.

"Yes there is. Here's your proof." Erik says as he whips the stick on Crisitan's fat butt.

"You're a faggot!" Someone in the audience yells.

"We've been feeding your president tortillas for weeks and just look at his ass." Erik tries bouncing the ass with the stick.

"Faggot!" Someone yells.

"You wanna go on the same diet?" Erik retorts.

There's no response. The whole debate derailed from its original purpose.

"This is what real Mexican pride looks like. Your fat brown ass is the only important thing." Erik hits the fat ass again with the stick.

Some latino audience members secretly admitted to themselves that the president's ass was really nice looking. It looked fat and smooth. Watching the president of their organization like this certainly gave a lot of them mixed feelings.

"Open those spic cheeks up!" Erik said as he hit him on his ass again.

"Fuck." This was whispered quietly by many audience members when they saw just how fat that ass was. Cristian was hiding a butt plug underneath those cheeks and pink thong.

"Alright stop!" Julio spoke into the microphone.

"People wanna see this." Erik responds.

"No, they don't."

"Who wants to cop a feel?" Erik asks the audience as he strikes the fat ass with the stick again.

The audience didn't know if this was serious or some kind of joke. Cristian just kept standing with his black dress pants resting underneath his brown ass. It also became clear that everyone in the room was male as everyone looked around trying to see if anybody would take up the offer. Nobody wanted to be called a faggot. There was still an hour left that was scheduled for this event.

"Your loss." Erik remarks.

Erik starts to touch Cristian's buttcheeks.

"So soft. We like to keep our spics smooth and soft." Erik says.

"What do you mean we?" Julio asks.

"Others and me."

"Who are the others?"

"Why do you wanna know? You wanna be just like your friend here?"

"No."

The truth about Crisitan was that he was truly an asshole. He bullied the gay students, especially if they were white. He was one of the reasons there was a rising homophobic attitude on campus. One of the guys he bullies the most was Stuart. He stood out more because he looked nerdy and acted nerdy on top of being gay and ginger. Cristian would often bump into him whenever he saw him out. Cristian was four inches taller and much heavier, due to his muscularity. Everybody who saw would just laugh at seeing Stuart picking up his glasses and books off the ground. The worst thing Cristian would do was punch Stuart in the locker room whenever both were alone. Cristian would also call him a 'dick gobbler' in front of everyone. Skinny Stuart couldn't do much and endured Crisitan since his first year of college. Stuart happened to be sitting in the VIP section.

"Spread your legs bitch!" Erik commands Cristian.

Erik pulls on Cristian's pink thong and gives him a wedgie. It seems to be causing pain but he remains still. The thong rips and erik tosses it into the audience. Erik reaches down between Cristians thighs and pulls out the lowest hangers anybody in the room has seen. Cristian's balls were brown and beautiful. He had four sets of gold piercings going down his scrotum. Each of his balls had a letter tattooed on them.

Erik grabbed the scrotum and showed the audience the tattooed balls.

"Beautiful specimen isn't he?" Erik asked.

"Alright. Can we stop this. " Julio pleaded.

"This beaner is a trained pony."

"What the fuck does that mean!"

"It means he gives pony rides. "

The audience didn't know what that meant exactly but it sounded degenerate.

"Your proud Mexican president's body has been altered for our use. His stretched out balls swing as he crawls around. His ass has gotten fat from our specially designed diet. We even got him more muscular then he was with our fitness program." Erik informs the audience.

It seemed to be true. Cristian's body seemed to have been changed to sexually appeal to gay men.

"Any gym bros here wanna get their dream body?" Erik asked.

There was nobody responding.

"We can make your bodies sexually appealing to women. " Erik lied.

Two latino soccer players raised their hand and Erik told them to come down stage. They were still wearing their college soccer uniform and had came straight out of soccer practice.

"Alright. Strip Spics!" Erik commanded.

The two latinos strip naked revealing their slightly muscular bodies and soft brown cocks. One of them was many shades browner but both were uncut.

The 5'8" preppy white guy approached the 5'6" soccer players and started to fondle their chest. He could smell their dried up sweat.

Erik grabbed his stick hard and whacked Cristian on the ass hard and told him to go backstage. Cristian got on his hands and he's and crawled back with his pants still before his ass. His stretched out balls swung so much that nobody could keep their eyes off of them. Cristian's fat brown ass also jjggled with every step he crawled away. There was too much to look at.

"Get on your hands and knees. " Erik turned to the soccer players.

The soccer players shamelessly obeyed and looked directly at the audience.

"Turn around so they can see your only useful body part." Erik mockingly said.

Both soccer players crawl around to turn their asses to face the audience. Erik pulled out stickers from his shorts pocket and stuck them on to each of their left cheek. It was a white rectangle with black letters saying 'WCM.'

"See how easy it is to get beaners to do whatever you want if you promise them something. We will turn these two into the peak of latino male pride and masculinity" Erik said with a large smile.

The latinos cheeks spread open exposing their sweaty buttholes. The audience admired the willingness of the soccer players to do the thing most straight guys would never do. Let other men see their buttholes.

Erik wacked each of their asses with his stick he had. Each latino took it. Dani came running out of nowhere with dog bowls and tortilla chips. He placed a bowl in front of each soccer player and poured the chips in them.

"Their diet is already starting." Erik stated.

The soccer players shamelessly started eating from the bowl. This angered the audience because they realized that they were fed the same food earlier. The audience started to throw water bottles and soon guys were getting out of their seats and approaching the stage.

Erik fled through the backstage and ran back to one of the Mexican frats. He made his way to the presidents office and sat on the desk. His naked latino secretary came running into the room and informed him of the riot that just broke out on campus.

Erik sat on his desk hiding his anger and contempt.