Cooper Gets to Prove Himself
By Whiteboiwife.
[google-translator]
Across the room, Dr. Shawn Williams sat in his leather chair, legs crossed, the curve of his thick forearms resting calmly on one knee. His shirt–a crisp white button-down–stretched slightly across his chest, the top button undone but still somehow formal. The navy pinstriped pants hugged his thighs as if they’d been tailored too closely, his posture perfect and commanding. The man exuded quiet authority, yet his expression remained neutral, his gaze steady and open as he waited.
Two tall floor lamps cast a golden wash across the office, softening the corners. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and aged paper. A dark cabinet stood like a sentinel in the corner, and the wall behind Shawn bore an orderly arrangement of framed degrees and certifications, a clear reminder that Cooper was in the presence of someone accomplished. Capable.
“Dr. Williams,” Cooper finally said, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers tightened around the paper. “The price increase… it’s… a lot.”
Shawn gave a slight nod, no surprise in his expression. “Yes. It reflects changes across the practice–operating costs, time–unfortunately, not something I could avoid.”
Cooper’s throat tightened. “I… I’m not sure I can afford it every week. I mean–I want to keep coming. I need to. It’s just…” He paused, doing the math in his head. “Doctor, this is almost half my monthly income.”
He trailed off, shrinking into himself, heart fluttering with shame he couldn’t quite name. He didn’t want to cry. Not over money. Not over needing help.
But strangely, his dick shivered in its locked cage, exposed only a foot or so beneath the clipboard shaking in his hands.
“It’s about 60% actually. You have been coming here fairly regularly, and since you’ve maintained the same income as when you first started seeing me, I feel it’s time. You think I am worth the time, don’t you?”
Cooper looked up at the black man spread-eagled across the room. He got the honor of wearing pants, of course. Cooper had to leave his pants folded on a small table near the door.
Shawn leaned forward slightly, not unkindly, but with a gravity that always made Cooper feel exposed. “You’ve been doing important work here. I’d hate to see that interrupted, Cooper.”
That voice. Firm but smooth. Cooper hated how it stirred something deep within him that he didn’t fully understand. Or maybe he did. And that terrified him.
He looked up finally, catching the glint in Shawn’s deep eyes.
He was professional.
Always.
If that’s what you call these sessions.
But something in the way he watched–so attentive, so still–made Cooper feel like a puzzle slowly being solved.
Cooper swallowed and adjusted the paper on the clipboard again, flattening it as if smoothing out his nerves. He kept his eyes on it when he spoke.
“It’s not just the number. I mean–it is–, but it’s also…” His voice caught. “I already feel guilty for needing this. Like I’m… weak, or broken, or too much. And now I feel like I have to earn the right to be here.”
Dr. Williams didn’t flinch. He never did. He simply uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, hands folded together. “Don’t you, though, Cooper? It’s an honor to work with someone like me, isn’t it? That is helping you process your grief and self-hatred.”
Coopers’ eyes fell on the lanyard that rested on the Doctor’s desk. Somewhere in that endless pile of keys was the small piece of metal that had left his dick locked away for…
How long had it been now?
He’d lost track.
Cooper let out a breath that was more laugh than sigh. “You are!” He said abruptly. His caged dick jostled below, “I just… I still feel so pathetic. Have I even made progress?
Shawn’s gaze didn’t soften–he didn’t coddle–but he didn’t pull away either. “Aren’t you kind of pathetic, though? For being white.”
Cooper glanced up, met his eyes for a second, then looked away again.
There was silence.
He knew the answer.
“Yes.”
Shawn nodded once. “You’re here because you’re delusional and because you’re trying to figure out what ‘full’ means for you. What it’s truly like to live your life as an undeserving white man.”
Cooper’s fingers twisted in his lap. “I don’t want to stop. I just–how am I going to afford my rent? Food?”
“Is any of that as important as your mental health?” Shawn asked, voice low but steady. Cooper just stared, unsure of what to say. “Part of your journey of learning to deal with your trauma and experience as a useless white boy, you will have to learn to give. Give your heart. Your Mind. Your body. And yes, sometimes your money.”
Cooper swallowed. Mathematically, there was no way this would work out.
Again, his soft dick shivered in his metal confinement, trying desperately to get hard.
“If it makes you feel any better, considering it reparations.” The Doctor leaned forward, causing the spread of his legs to become unimaginably wider. The bulge in his crotch was undeniable.
Cooper felt a pull towards that mound. He’d come to know it all too well.
That thin piece of fabric held back one of the biggest dicks he’d ever seen.
His mouth began to water.
Cooper finally nodded, the tension in his shoulders loosening, just slightly. “I think… I’ll figure it out. I’ll make it work. I just… I need this, I guess.”
“That is good to hear, Cooper. You’re making such progress in your feelings of inadequacy.”
Cooper reached for the pen on the side table. “Okay,” he said quietly, signing the paper. “Okay.”
Dr. Williams didn’t smile, exactly–but the smallest curve of approval touched the edge of his mouth, and Cooper felt a warmth spread through his chest that wasn’t shame. Not this time.
Dr. Williams reached out and took the clipboard from Cooper’s lap, exposing the shriveled white dick locked away. “There,” he said, glancing at the signature. “Now you’ve officially joined the Premium White Losers Club. Comes with all sorts of exclusive perks–crying privileges, irrational fears, the occasional breakthrough, and all the grade A black dick you can take.”
A joke? Now?
A startled laugh escaped Cooper’s throat before he could stop it. He rubbed at the cage. Even after all this time, the strain could be a bit much.
Shawn set the clipboard aside and straightened in his chair, settling back with a smooth ease that contrasted Cooper’s coiled posture. “The new fees won’t take effect until the first of next month. So we’ve still got a little time before you have to find a new place to live or adjust your bills accordingly.”
Cooper was silent.
The Doctor’s comment may not have been that far from the truth.
He just signed over two grand a month for two visits a month.
Cooper was starting to sweat.
“Alright,” Dr. Williams said, glancing at the nearby desk clock, then returning his gaze to Cooper. He could feel the man’s unease. And he liked that. “Let’s begin. Where would you like to start today?”
Cooper’s smile faded, not from the discomfort of the cage, but from the overwhelming mix of sensations—fear and excitement — that overcame him during all these sessions.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about the way I show up in relationships. Or… don’t. How I hold back so much, like I’m afraid if I let people really see me, they’ll decide I’m not enough…
“Are you enough?” The Doctor interrupted.
“I mean…” Cooper hesitated. His eyes drifted down to his caged dick, “I have been on a few dates recently, but I don’t exactly know how to tell them about this. How much longer do you think I’ll need this thing?”
“I see.” Shawn nodded slowly, encouraging without interrupting. “Well, as for the length of time you will need to be longed up is fully determined by how well you continue to respond to our work here. As for being honest, have you considered just telling them the truth?”
“The truth?” Cooper said with an almost chuckle, “That my therapist made me cage my dick.”
“Cooper, you know that’s not what we call it anymore.”
“Sorry, Sir. My clit.” The client’s heart sank.
“Why wouldn’t you tell them the truth?” Dr. Williams didn’t write anything down. He just listened, his body still but alert, as if he were holding space with intention. “If any woman is going out with you in the modern world, she obviously wants you for something more than sex. Most women are exposed to endless porn just like men are, so they already know that you like all white men are lacking in the dick department.”
The Doctor adjusted in his seat, causing the massive bulge between his legs to shift. Cooper couldn’t help but notice.
“What I’m saying is, I don’t think she’d be all that disappointed to find out your clit is locked away. She’s probably getting fucked by a black man on the side and is just here for free food or your money. Well… you’re a little strapped for cash currently, but you know what I mean.”
“I do.” Cooper nodded, his throat tight again at the idea of needing to find out how he was going to pay his bills from now on.
“Actually, I have a treat for you today, Cooper.” Using his massive legs, the Doctor moved his wheeled chair around to slightly face the desk and computer behind him, “You’re going to get a chance to unlock your clit today.”
“Really?” Cooper said excitedly, like a child being given candy.
“There’s someone I’d like to invite into our session. With your permission.”
Cooper’s brows pulled together, uncertain. “Someone? Like… a colleague?”
“Not quite,” Shawn said, reaching calmly to a discreet panel on the side of his desk. He pressed a small black button. “Tanya, could you send her in?”
Cooper’s stomach fluttered. Her?
Dr. Williams sat back again, watching Cooper with that unreadable stillness he was so good at. “Just breathe. There’s no trap here. No test. You’re safe.”
Still, Cooper’s mind whirled–trying to predict who might walk through that door.
Before he could spiral too far, the office door clicked open.
Cooper’s breath caught.
The door opened, and in stepped a woman Cooper immediately recognized.
She had been sitting in the waiting lounge when he arrived–legs crossed, reading a magazine, her posture effortlessly confident. Now, standing in the doorway, she looked every bit as poised, her long blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail that swayed as she walked. The baby pink slip dress she wore shimmered gently with each step, clinging to her curves, and the golden strappy heels caught the warm lamp light with every movement of her ankles.
Cooper’s mouth went dry. He instinctively sat up straighter, then immediately hunched again, unsure what to do with his hands.
She was beautiful.
“Cooper,” Dr. Williams said with his usual calm authority, “this is…” The Doctor paused for a moment, realizing he didn’t know her name, “she’s one of my biweekly fucks. We’ll call her Cindy. She’s going to be helping us with our session today.”
Cindy gave a gentle smile and walked toward the couch, stopping at a respectful distance away. “Hi, Cooper. It’s nice to meet you formally.”
He nodded awkwardly, his eyes darting between her face and the floor. “Uh–yeah. You too. I–I think I saw you earlier.”
Cooper’s throat tightened. Instinctively, he drew his hands to his waist, trying to hide his exposed body. He could already feel his palms beginning to sweat. Cindy sat delicately in a chair adjacent to the couch, crossing her legs gracefully.
“There is no need to hide, Cooper.” The Doctor stood up. His frame towered over the girl beside him. “Like I said about the girls you’ve been seeing earlier, they know what a real dick is like. Isn’t that right, uh… Cindy?”
“Yes, of course,” the woman said, running her eyes up and down his entire frame.
“Cindy here knows what it’s like to take a massive cock, as do you at this point.” Dr William laughed. Cindy joined, causing her voluptuous breasts to jiggle. “I want you to act as you would on a first date with a woman.”
Dr. William gestured for Cindy further into the room.
Moving across the way, she sat on the far end of the plush green couch.
Silence.
“I don’t know what to say,” Cooper muttered.
“Start with that,” Dr. Williams encouraged. “You don’t need to be clever. Just honest.”
Cooper glanced at Cindy, then looked away again. “I always feel like I’m being watched for what I’m not…”
“I’m always trying to shrink myself,” Cooper said, voice shaking now.
Cindy looked down at Cooper’s caged dick, ‘I don’t think you could shrink any smaller.”
“Cindy,” Shawn said with an almost dangerous tone.
“I guess I’m sorry.” Cooper managed to spit out.
“Sorry for what?” Dr. Willaims’a asked.
There was a pause as Cooper’s eyes fell to Cindy’s chest and back to the floor, and back to her face.
“I’m sorry for being white.”
“Very good, Cooper!” the Doctor announced, his deep tone almost echoing off the walls of the small room.
“Oh, Cooper, you don’t have to apologize for being white. It’s not your fault you were born such a pathetic loser,” the blonde woman said with an almost sweet smile.
Cooper felt a strange calmness fall over him. He had never apologized for being so insignificant. Maybe, just maybe, the two grand a month was worth it. Over the past few months, although sometimes eccentric, Dr. William’s techniques have helped him gain a better understanding of the world and his place in it.
Dr. Williams shifted, moving back to his desk. In one swift move, he grabbed the lanyard from its resting place and began to jingle through the small metal pieces.
“I think it’s time for the next step,” he said. “Cooper, I’m going to unlock your clit, and I want you to fuck Cindy.”
“What!?” Cooper’s eyes widened. His breath caught in his chest. “I-I don’t know if that’s…okay. I mean, should I even do that? I don’t want to cross any lines.” His eyes darted back to the blonde, who smiled gently.
Shawn nodded slowly, his gaze steady. “That hesitation is part of what we’re here to explore. Honestly, you shouldn’t even be trying to fuck anything with your shriveled white dick. That’s why you have been locked away all this time. But having a small taste of what it would be like to fuck like a real man might be a reminder of why you need to be caged.”
Dr. William finally landed on a key.
At his side, Cindy uncrossed her legs and shifted slightly forward on the couch, resting her hand on Cooper’s bare thigh. “It’s alright, Cooper,” she said softly. “I probably won’t feel it anyway.”
Cooper gave a slight chuckle. His attention was drawn when Dr. William snapped.
He instinctively knew what they meant. Cooper jumped to his feet, arms at his side.
“It’ll probably feel nice to escape this thing for a bit, but don’t get used to it.” Dr. Williams laughed, and his massive hands lifted Cooper’s package by his tiny balls.
The white man felt like he would ejaculate any moment from just being touched. It took all he had to focus on something else. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Cindy by prematurely ejaculating.
With a click, the metal device release and the Doctor pulled his dick and balls free.
An almost chill rolled over Cooper’s genitals. It was an amazing feeling to be loose again!
And yet he suddenly felt unsafe. Unprotected.
As he watched Dr. William place the lanyard, lock, and cage on his desk, Cooper looked back at Cindy, who had already hiked her dress to her waist.
The white man tried not to gasp as the woman’s parted legs, but her entire slit was on display.
The soft pink labia that enwrapped her delicate hole were already a bright red, slightly irritated, and swollen.
“Forgive the look of things. I fucked the life out of her yesterday.” The Doctor laughed. “I’m surprised she was able to make it in today, honesty.”
Slowly, tentatively, Cooper took a few steps forward.
His breath hitched, and for a moment, he couldn’t look at either of them.
But nothing bad happened.
No one pulled away. No alarms went off. He was still here.
Shawn’s voice came again, rougher now. “You do know how to fuck, right? I know you’ve watched porn. Just do what you see the black men do.”
Cooper blinked, suddenly aware of tears in his eyes, not from shame, but from the strange, unfamiliar tenderness of being met where he was. Of course, he knew how to fuck! He had been with at least three women over the course of his life. Most of those experiences had been years ago… especially before this sudden interest in black men.
“Okay.” Cooper gulped.
Cooper stood up and faced the young woman on the couch. Reaching for his dick, he began to tug.
A moment or two passed, and his dick was still not fully hard.
He could feel the eyes of Cindy, and the Doctor locked on his every move.
It was too much attention for him to ‘get the job done’. He had never been watched before. Of course, the woman was there, but the lights were usually off, and they had already been…intimate before he whipped his cock out.
That was the problem!
Right?
He stroked himself to his full four inches and then climbed over Cindy. Looking down at her, he could feel his heart racing. He had to do this. He had to prove himself.
“I’m sorry…” he muttered just loud enough that she could hear. Looking at his body, she was beautiful. “Can I… Can I enter you?”
“Enter me?” Cindy’s head fell back in laughed. “Sure. You can enter me.” She looked over at the black docker who watched from a short distance.
Moving down, Cooper’s dick slipped into her easily with no resistance. Instinctively leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head to the side.
“We don’t need to do all that, whiteboy.”
“I understand,” Cooper replied. This was awkward. He could feel his dick softening already.
He slowly moved his penis in and out, wanting to show how making love could be just as much a turn-on for her as the big-dicked fucking she got last night from the Doctor standing a few feet away, silent as the grave.
“This feels great,” Cooper said to dry up the silence.
Cindy stared him dead in the eyes, absolutely unreadable.
Cooper increased his pace, his pale ass moving up and down faster now, while Cindy looked at the therapist. Dr. William had had enough of this pathetic display.
“Enough!” He shouted.
At this command, the white man stopped his thrusts but didn’t remove his dick. He looked back at the Doctor.
“For fuck’s sake, Cooper, you can’t take a woman like that! What kind of man are you? What do you even call that?”
“Fucking!” Cooper said almost a little too loudly.
“This is not fucking…” Cindy adjusted herself slightly. Even with he small movement, Cooper felt his dick slip from her hole.
“I know how to fuck!” Cooper shouted a bit too boldly.
The room fell silent, and he knew he had fucked up. He closed his eyes and let out a soft whimper, knowing what was to come.
“Cindy,” Dr. William said calmly. “You are excused.”
The blonde grabbed at her dress, pulling it down over her thighs. Squeezing past Cooper, who had yet to move, she got to her feet. Not acknowledging he white man as she began towards the door, Dr. William grabbed her ass as she passed.
“Get the fuck to my place when you leave,” he growled. “I’m gonna tear that shit up tonight when I get off.”
“Of course,” Cindy said with a faint giggle. Continuing her way, she opened the door to the long hall, briefly bathing the dimly lit office in the light of freedom before quickly shutting it again.
Cooper refused to move. One knee still locked on the couch, his second firmly planted on the floor of the room. He didn’t dare look back at the Doctor.
“I’m sorry.” The words slipped past his pale lips.
Still nothing.
“I am so sorry…” His words turned to a frail whimper.
Every step he took caused the room to tremble a little as his powerful feet slammed to the ground. He took a seat on the couch next to Cooper. He was a good two feet taller than him, even while seated. “Listen, boy…I think we both know what’s going to happen here, right?” Cooper was trembling from anticipation and anxiety. He was aware of what he desired from him, but he was scared to provide it.
“Please… Doctor…I am so sorry.” Cooper remembered all the previous sessions. He knew how aggressive the man could get.
And he was scared.
His dick was free. He could run for the door now. Naked or not and escape this newfound hell.
But…
But his hole quivered.
“You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to, you worthless honky.” He clenched his fist and gave Cooper a straight hit to the jaw. The white man’s ears were ringing from the intensity of Dr. William’s strike as he fell back against the couch.
The dark-skinned man put one arm around his patient and gently pulled him back into a sitting position. He reached into his pants with the other hand and unzipped them. The Doctor stuffed his whole arm into his pants while Cooper stared, knowing exactly what was about to appear.
Cooper saw a massive bulge forming as Dr. Williams started to pull his hand out. He stared horrified, as inch by inch of the Doctor’s massive rod began to be revealed.
No many how many times he had seen it was like seeing it anew once again.
Copper’s heat skipped a beat as the massive black cock filled the room with an intoxicating musk. The dick must have been as long as a monster’s! His entire shaft leaped up and swung about in the air as soon as the head of his enormous cock was released.
As the Doctor slid his palm up and down the enormous shaft, Cooper looked in wonder. Dr. Williams had enormous hands, but it would have likely taken four of them to fully cover his enormous cock.
“Fuck!” Cooper said with an almost whine.
“Touch it faggot, you know it’s calling you,” the Doctor’s smooth, deep voice called him forward.
His last punch still rang in my ears; Cooper knew he couldn’t defy the Doctor once more. He extended his hand and around the base of his cock with my fingers. His concerns regarding the enormous girth were once again validated. The white man’s fingers weren’t even close to touching each other as they tried their best to wrap around the man’s shaft.
“Since you’ve already got those tiny white hands wrapped around my huge cock…why not jerk it off a bit?” Cooper understood it was an order he was giving him, even though it seemed like a joke.
Cooper knew he would suffer greatly if he didn’t start doing what the Doctor asked.
The white man reluctantly started jerking the black penis up and down.
Cooper swept over the shaft of his horse cock while observing his lengthy rubbery nutsack start to pull through the hole in the man’s pants.
“I bet this nigga cock would feel even better in your mouth, bitch.” Dr. Williams hummed. His eyes locked with Cooper’s.
The Doctor simply laughed and shoved Cooper off the couch and onto the floor as he stammered in terror at what the Doctor was going to do to him again.
As he stared up at the mammoth black cock he could feel an ache in his jaw forming already.
Cooper straightened up and knelt before the couch.
Dr. William got to his feet and flopped his large dick in front of his patient’s face. He lowered himself till his face nearly touched Cooper’s. The Doctor gathered as much spit as he could in his mouth, and Cooper heard it. He spat a huge glob of saliva directly into my mouth after leaning back to exert as much power as possible.
“I tried to give you a chance with Cindy to prove your worth as a man, and you proved exactly what I expected. Now we’re gonna role-play a bit. You will play the part of the used-up white bitch, and I’ll be the man!”
Cooper was well aware of what that meant. Cooper instinctively opened my mouth as he leaned forward. A broad grin appeared on the Doctor’s face. “Good little white boy! Hold still, your mouth will hurt from my pumping like usual!”
His cock was shoved firmly against Cooper’s gaping mouth. His gigantic shaft’s head was larger than the widest Cooper could expand his mouth. In all their sessions, the Doctor was unable to reshape him completely.
He tightened his grip on Cooper’s mouth by grabbing his dick at the base. Cooper felt a piece of his head finally find its way into his already painful mouth as he continued to press harder and harder.
He persisted in pushing until the head fit completely. The white man’s mouth was literally full of just the head of his Doctor’s cock.
Dr. William could hear that Cooper was choking and gagging even after the first few inches.
Cooper made every effort to withstand the temptation to vomit.
Through the disappearing air, Cooper watched as his vision sank closer and closer to the Doctor’s massive pubes. As his foot-long shaft sank into the man’s neck, Cooper could feel it being gradually torn apart.
“Faggot, God damn! And here I thought these white bitches loved slopping on nigga dick, but your faggot ass loves it!” As he began pushing in and out of Cooper’s mouth, he laughed to himself.
The Doctor drove his cock back in as roughly as he could each time he felt the white man’s throat tighten up against his cock as it reemerged covered in spit.
Cooper’s throat was still stinging and sore after a few minutes had passed.
As Dr. William’s plowed the man’s face faster and faster, Cooper could only hear his own gasping and gagging.
Each moment, the Doctor was picking up the pace, and the man on his knees was spitting and slobbering more and more until it was practically flowing from his lips like a used pussy.
Dr. Williams was humping Cooper’s mouth at breakneck pace within a few minutes.
The black man’s horse-sized cock was pushing the man’s neck over its breaking point. If this hadn’t been done to him before, Cooper would have thought he was about to die.
Suddenly, the therapist pulled his penis entirely out of Cooper’s mouth.
As soon as his monstrous dick was finally out of the white man’s mouth, Cooper was fully covered in my own saliva as mounds of slobber and fluids poured out of his mouth and ran down his body.
Cooper panted like a tired hound and threw my head to the ground.
The patient strained for air through his shattered esophagus while he did my best to speak, “Doctor… please… I can’t keep… doing… this…” He looked up at the black man lording over his small frame. The mammoth-sized cock bobbed just overhead, blocking his view of the man’s face.
His throat had been pushed too far by the Doctor.
Dr. Williams growled and grabbed Cooper by the hair. After grabbing me by the hair. In a swift move, he flung the man like a rag doll onto the couch in a hunched position. Cooper sensed his enormous hands grab my waist.
With a solid sing, the man’s palm collided with Cooper’s ass.
The white man let out a scream that no one would hear but his Doctor.
“See that’s the shit that pisses me off!” The Doctor’s usual calm and smooth voice had disappeared, “You useless ass white bitches acting like you have a god damn say in shit that goes on!”
“Please! Please don’t do this, Doctor!” Cooper winced as tears began to build up in his eyes. He wanted out of this but didn’t dare run. The solid hit to his face from earlier still felt like it would never fully go away.
But it was more than that.
As much as he wanted to pull himself and his newly freed cock from the couch and run, he couldn’t manage to make himself do it.
“Listen, whiteboy!” the Doctor shouted, “I’m not some tiny dicked loser like you worthless white boys are!”
In a blinding flash of pain, Cooper felt the Doctor’s first slam tight against his limp cock and balls that were slightly dangling beneath him.
As Cooper screamed in pain at the top of my lungs, The Doctor finished his sentence. “…I’m a NIGGA! And niggas deserve to get whatever they want!”
“FUCK!” Cooper felt his body almost fall from the couch, but the Doctor’s firm grip kept him from going completely.
“Sure, I’ll stop! Just as soon as you beg for this black dick again since you can’t seem to get this lesson through your thick ass skull!” Dr. Williams shoved Cooper forward, his chest colliding with the arm of the couch, “I should crack the fucker open at this point to get the idea in!”
Cooper’s stomach dropped. He couldn’t tell if the man was exaggerating or not anymore.
“I want your cock! I…I want it!” That’s all Cooper could think to say. He just needed to calm the black man’s anger before his blood was splattered across the office, “Fuck me with that monster nigger cock!”
“Spoken like a true worthless white boy addicted to niggas!”
Cooper felt one of his fingers brush over his tight, puckered butthole as a wave of relief passed over him. Why did he feel this way?
“This pussy is still way too fucking tight! I’ll give you that!” The Doctor laughed. “Now be a good little bitch and beg your daddy for his big dick.”
“Please…fuck me, doctor!”
“I’m aware that you desire it more than that, so hurry up, fag! FUCKING beg for it!” Dr. Williams exclaimed.
When Cooper heard him yell, he startled a little. He could feel the thick head of the rock-hard cock behind his slapping against his right cheek.
Was this happening again?
Again!?
“PLEASE…please jam that fat nigger cock in my boy pussy!” Cooper realized there was no turning back now. There was nothing he could do to stop the Doctor from getting his way with him.
And trust be told, he didn’t want to stop him.
All he could think about when he left that office was coming back to it each week.
He didn’t care if the man drained him dry of all his money!
Cooper felt the massive head suddenly and violently press into my puckered butthole. There was no indication that this enormous piece of meat could fit inside him, though it had time and again.
The white man could feel his asshole opening as the Doctor applied more pressure. The impossible had occurred after a few minutes of groaning and wailing. Cooper’s ass muscles were squeezing his entire dickhead, which was probably as thick as a fist.
“Damn, bitch! Your fag pussy is really holding down tight on my horse cock!” Dr. Williams laughed, “It’s almost like you don’t want me to pull it out!”
Cooper couldn’t even think of words to speak. All he could manage was a cry and a moan in pain.
“Don’t worry, whore, my fat nigga dick isn’t going anywhere! You paid good money for this shit!” Dr. Williams pushed in, “This tight honky butt is its new home!”
As he yelled that last word, he slammed every last inch of his whale-sized cock into my already sore ass.
“FUCK! NOOO!” As his enormous black snake tore through Cooper’s entire intestines, tears streamed down his cheek. The white man felt his enormous cock pushing all the way up to my stomach as he finally felt his pubes against his ass.
Cooper’s head jerked up in agony as the Doctor grabbed a fist of his hair and pulled.
“Faggot, don’t simply sit there! I taught you better than that! Use my giant dick to break your own ass apart. Fuck yourself, now!” Dr. Williams shouted, his dark voice bouncing off the walls of the small space.
Cooper’s head was thrust forward and buried in the coach by him.
Despite his inability to breath, he was forced to follow the Doctor’s instructions.
Cooper began slowly shifting his ass on the black Doctor’s enormous dick back and forth.
As he pushed his ass back into the cock each time it slowly slid out a little further. For the first time, every thrust felt like he was tearing his own body to pieces.
Cooper could feel his enormous black floppy nutsack slapping on my butt as he accelerated the speed.
“That’s it faggot! Tell me how much you adore my cock!” With a broad smile on his face, the Doctor demanded.
Cooper was in so much anguish that he was no longer even able to think clearly. He felt as though a train were fucking him. Cooper blurted out anything he knew he wanted to hear since he was only able to concentrate on the agony.
“Your big fat nigger cock feels so great in my ass!” Cooper kept fucking himself on his giant cock for what seemed like eternity.
Unexpectedly, Cooper felt the Doctor pull back and the entirety of his dick rip from his asshole.
Almost immediately, he felt his slit twitching, flexing, begging to be filled again.
“Go ahead, faggot, and feel it! This is what a fucked cunt should feel like! Your feeble physique and white dick could never! This is what that bitches’ cunts is going to look like tonight!” The Doctor laughed to himself.
It was throbbing and pulsing in agony, and Cooper could feel it. The white man touched the rim of his butthole with his finger to check how stretched it was. The Doctor made it. The white man was shocked to learn that his gape must have been as broad as his own arm.
He almost spoke the words aloud, but didn’t want to give the Doctor any ideas.
It felt unbelievable!
His ass simply could not return to its regular size, even when it was relaxed. Cooper flexed his hole, but the enormous entry point was still there. His ass had been irreparably damaged by this monster!
Cooper was unable to contain his emotions any longer, and tears began to fall from my eyes as he saw his whole existence being ruined.
His hole was becoming increasingly wrecked. Now his bank account was going to be drained empty.
He could feel his tiny white dick twitch at the idea.
“Oh, bitch, don’t worry. That huge hole where your ass used to be won’t feel so empty when I dump my large fat load inside of you!” The Doctor put both of his hands on Cooper’s shoulders and gripped on tightly.
He drove his whole foot-long shaft back into the man’s open hole in a single seamless motion.
Despite the massive gape, Cooper still let out a yelp, and he felt every inch of the long tool slide into his ass and back out.
Cooper’s realization that this nigger had really damaged his body simply made me cry more.
What had happened to him?
Why did he keep coming back for this!?
Cooper felt the Doctor’s huge baseball-sized nuts slap against his butt cheeks, which was the only indication that he had inserted his full shaft into my paralyzed asshole.
The whit mean could feel Dr. Williams’ cock beginning to grow as he began to sigh and moan.
The moan grew into a deep growl, Copper had become all too familiar with.
The Doctor then burst into the manliest set of grunts.
And with that, just what the man was expecting to happen did. He felt a rush of warm fluid begin to flood his interior.
The Doctor’s enormous load was filling every available space inside of him, and he could feel his bowels beginning to expand.
A warm and satisfying rush ran through his body as the pulsating cock continued to fill his tight hole.
He could feel a final burst of cum squirt out of his enormous black stick after what felt like a few minutes.
Thick gobs of come clung to Dr. Williams’ shaft as he took out his still throbbing dick. Cooper could feel thick streams of his cum flowing out of my torn hole as his shaft completely left his ass.
Instinctively, the white man moves to get up, but a firm palm holds him down.
“Don’t fucking move, faggot!” Dr. Williams hissed.
Cooper looked out of the corner of his eye as the man moved almost the length of the room.
A flame lit up inside Cooper as he watched the dark-skinned man’s muscles move and sway with such ease as he stepped before a massive cabinet. His firm ass flexed as he pulled the wooden doors back.
Cooper was wowed by the fact that he could still see the man’s massive black cock hanging between his legs.
The white man found himself drooling over the Doctor’s body. That was when he noticed the softness of his own dick.
Looking down, he saw a small residual amount of semen on the head of his own dick.
Had he cum?
When?
He hadn’t even felt it!
This was the first time he had been free in weeks… was it months? And he had missed his own orgasm!
His mind was brought back when he saw the Doctor move up beside him. The man’s large hand moved over the globes of his ass.
From his position, Cooper could see a large, red plastic-looking cone in the Doctor’s hands. Before his lips could open to question the tool, he felt the object crammed up his hole.
Cooper let out a yelp as Dr. Williams twisted the plug like it was a screw top lid locking in his own juices.
“I like a tight pussy just as much as any black man, but yours is ridiculous!” Dr. William said. “Allow. We got some noise complaints from the office next door the last time your faggot ass was here, so I expect you to wear this plus daily. If you take that shit out any longer than needed, I will know, bitch! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” Cooper muttered. He flexed his hole around the plug. It didn’t have the same feel as the Doctor’s dick, and that was disappointing.
The fuck had gone on for nearly an hour, though it felt both much shorter and somehow infinitely longer. Time had stretched and folded over itself while Dr. William’s dick was wedged in his tight hole, and now the plastic.
“Get the fuck up, faggot!” Dr. William demanded as he reached for his own pants and rezipped his fly.
Though his legs ached, he didn’t want to upset the black man, so Cooper jumped to his feet. His shriveled dick bounced as he got to his feet.
For the briefest second, he would be sucked through the plug and would be sucked into his ass.
The room had narrowed back to just him and Dr. Williams. Shawn was gathering a few papers; his presence was calm and measured, as it had been on many occasions.
Cooper reached for his clothes. He could feel the Doctor’s eyes locked on him. He turned as he felt Dr. Williams move slightly closer. The therapist held out something small in his palm, the cage.
“Did you really think you were leaving here uncaged, honky?” The man growled
“Of course not, sir.” He whimpered.
The Doctor aggressively grabbed at the man’s balls, jerking them as high in the air as he could get them. With the precision of a surgeon, Dr. William had Cooper’s dick encased in the metal once again.
Click.
Again, the cage was locked.
“This is all proof that your pathetic self needs to keep coming back since you refuse to remember your place in this world.” Dr. Williams shoved Cooper back, “Get your fucking clothes on and get the fuck out of my office.”
Cooper nodded quietly. Quickly, he pulled on his briefs and jeans, not taking he time to adjust the clothes as needed. Quickly, he stepped into the hallway, overtaken by the fluorescent lights. The door slammed behind him.
He only hesitated a moment more as the pain deep in his ass persisted against the large plug held within.
As he walked toward the exit, the emptiness of his ass seemed to call out for more. He thought again about the rate increase–about how the number had tightened his chest when he first saw it.
Now it felt almost inconsequential.
What he’d been given in that room–what he continued to be given–was far more than a fee could quantify.
Starving.
Homeless.
It didn’t matter.
It was worth it.
The End.
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