All Characters in this work of fiction are 18+
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Part 2
The therapist's office was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Soft lamplight cast a golden glow over the room, illuminating a plush couch and a well-worn armchair. Shelves lined with books on psychology and human nature stood neatly against the walls, interspersed with small, comforting trinkets--a potted plant, a framed quote, and a ticking clock. A box of tissues sat within easy reach, an unspoken acknowledgment of vulnerability. The air smelled faintly of leather, soothing and familiar.
A large cabinet sat in the corner with a wall covered in certifications and degrees. They all read Shawn Williams, the doctor he was waiting on. There were so many letters following the man's name: ABPP, LPC, LMHC in BNWO.
Cooper sat nervously in Dr. Williams' office, his hands fidgeting with the edges of his shirt. It had been two weeks since his first session with the black doctor, a session that had left him changed for good. He had been put into chastity, a device that he found both frustrating and erotically charged. Today, Dr. Williams wanted to follow up on how he was doing.
His heart jumped as the door opened but much to his dismay, it was the blonde receptionist who had checked him in earlier. She was nice enough but she had practically drowned him while he waited in the lobby for thirty minutes giving him a cup of water after a cup of water from the massive water dispenser near the door.
"Cooper, the doctor will be with you shortly, but he wanted me to get you as he wants to meet in another room. If you would come with me." The receptionist moved back outside the door. Cooper stood reluctantly. The cage pulled against his balls. He winced. Even after two weeks, he wasn't used to the metal cage. He followed the tall woman into the bright hall as she moved two doors down. "Here we are." The woman opened the large door and stood aside for Cooper to enter.
"Thank you." The man muttered, "Is there any chance I could run to the restroom really quick?"
"Unfortunately, they are being repaired right now. The plumber got here just after you entered Dr. Williams's office. Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly." She said as she pushed the door shut behind him. Before Cooper could say a word, the woman was gone.
The man was a little taken aback by the new office space. The new office felt artificial, almost surreal. There wasn't much to the space other than a floor lamp, a small cabinet, and two chairs that rested across from one another. Everything was made of plastic and rubber, smooth and cold to the touch. The walls were bare, a uniform off-white, devoid of warmth or personality. A rubber plant sat in the corner, its leaves stiff and dust-free, too perfect to be real. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, sterile and unwelcoming. The plush carpeting of the previous office was removed for an almost plush rubber mat that extended from corner to corner. Cooper moved in further a little unsure of the space. Before he had a chance to get situated the door opened again.
"Cooper!" Dr. Williams began, his voice deep and authoritative. Shutting the door, he gestured for Cooper to take the far seat opposite the lamp. He didn't hesitate. After his last session he didn't want to disobey the man, "You seem tense. How have you been feeling since our last session?"
Cooper squirmed in his seat. His eyes fell to the massive lanyard of keys that fell from the dark-skinned man's neck. One of those countless keys belonged to the cage he now wore on his small dick, "I've been... fine. The chastity device is uncomfortable, but I've gotten used to it... sorta."
Dr. Williams raised an eyebrow. Cooper felt his throat go dry as he stared at the doctor. The man sure had a way of taking his breath away. Dr. Williams moved to the singular large cabinet in the door and opened the door. Copper couldn't see inside but the doctor tossed a notebook into the darkness. "Just uncomfortable? Or is there something else you're not telling me?"
Cooper hesitated before admitting, "I'm horny, Doc. Really horny."
A smirk played on Dr. Williams' lips as he looked back at the man, "Have you been watching your typical interracial porn?" Cooper hesitated to answer, "Come on, Cooper you know this is a safe space. There is no judgment here."
"I have." The man looked down embarrassingly at the floor.
"Good." The doctor said, "Now stand-up Cooper I want to take a look at the cage." The white man hesitated, "Now." Dr. Williams said with a growl. Cooper immediately took to his feet and began unbuckling his belt. As he slowly began removing his shoes and pants he watched as the therapist did the same.
Cooper felt his breath give way as the doctor's thick, dark thighs came into view. The man's legs were nearly as thick as his entire body. He didn't know why he was also stripping but after the last session, he knew the man's therapy techniques were very unconventional.
The doctor looked over at the man, "Strip completely." He ordered. Cooper began to remove his shirt as well. Dr. Williams waved his hand in the air gesturing for the man to bring his close to him. The doctor tossed them in the cabinet. From this vantage point, Cooper could see numerous boxes inside the cabinet, along with a few upright folders, and some other items.
Cooper moved back away from the doctor, his naked body on full display. He still felt a sense of shame standing naked before the therapist. Dr. Williams was unfaced. He took off his own shirt with the lanyard of keys and tossed them in the cabinet as well. By the time he was down the doctor was down to a pair of pale orange boxer briefs that barely concealed the massive snake that seemed to almost wrap around his entire right thigh.
Cooper gulped at the site of the massive tool. He had had the opportunity to feel the full power of that beast during his last appointment. It had been two weeks, and he was sure his hole still wasn't fully healed.
"Tell me, Cooper, do you still believe that white men are better at sex than black men?" The doctor closed the cabinet and moved back to the chair nearest the lamp. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the chair across from him. Without a word, Cooper followed orders and sat. The caged dick popped as it hit the plastic chair. The sudden jolt caused Cooper's bladder to jerk. That damn receptionist and her closed bathroom was killing him.
Cooper felt a pang of embarrassment as he felt the man's eyes move over his pale frame. "I don't know, Doc. I guess I'm not sure what to think."
"Even after having your tiny white dicklete locked all these weeks and watching nothing a bunch of white boys getting nailed by black men, you still think you could compete?" He asked.
"Well... I mean..." Cooper stuttered trying to find his words, "I still watch straight porn sometimes. I mean it's hard to find white men fucking women but... I try..."
"Are you still feeling inadequate?" The doctor interrupted.
Cooper didn't know what he had come back to this man. He stared the doctor down, but the black man was unphased. He knew why he had come back. The therapist had the key to this entrapment. He didn't want to be here. Not really.
