The Cuckold's Clinic

"I believe you have become acquainted with the joys of strap-ons, but you can also deep throat a dildo. You can where clothes such as your pyjamas there which depict the size difference. Don't let a single opportunity to have your photo taken alongside a black man for a comparison portrait be missed. That is a tribute to his power over you. Read books, watch interracial porn, but concentrate on the cocks more. Remember the black cock view rule."

That was a rule which forbid me to masturbate unless there was a black cock or and image of a black cock in my line of vision. Usually porn or if I'm lucky Lucy's adventures filled the requirement but sometimes I'd had to resort to staring at dildos to get my release.

Dr Ward went on to explain that I was to treat symbols of black cocks almost as objects of religious worship. Dildos, she explained were the best things to use for this. Not just your average sex toys either - you could make your own, larger even than life. And comparison was an important part of this philosophy.

"If you ever miss a single opportunity to draw attention to your own inadequacies it is as bad as failing to praise her lover's strengths. The two go hand in hand. I know you feel humiliated, but remember it is not for that purpose but to highlight even further how amazing a powerful black cock is. The puniness of your pale little willy contrasts perfectly with his hard dark muscular rod. It is your job to draw attention to this and you will feel better than waiting for others to notice it once you have become used to it."

The next part of the evening was spent with Dr Ward showing me a simple way to worship black cock, followed by a grander example. First I had to walk around the room finding the many huge black dildos that were arranged on desks, shelves, even one which I found fallen under a desk. I had a pot of toy cleaner with me and had to use my hands and the fluid to clean each massive rubber cock.

"Good, nice and clean," said Dr Ward after I finished the first one, "What else must we remember? Who's black, who's white? Who's big, who's small?"

I took the hint and improvising, held the dildo against my pubic bone and pointed it down so that my it utterly dwarfed my penis. I pulled myself out so you could see, otherwise I was literally eclipsed by the big cock.

"Very good. Worship those cocks." said the doctor before I heard Cara's voice add that I looked really small compared to it. "Your willy is barely there."

"It's there as much as it ever was," said Dr. Ward. "It's just dwarfed, as it always is and should be."

I repeated the ritual of cleaning each dildo before humiliating myself with it. All this seemed quite normal compared to the finale.

Dr Ward explained that while today's exercise showed how easy it is to worship black cock, once in a while the opportunity may arise to do so in a bigger and better way. The actual events that followed are something of a blur, I can't remember much about what she told me, or what I thought about it but whatever was said I spent the next thirty minutes stripped naked, riding a rodeo machine. Except this one was shaped like a huge black cock made of leather.

The cock was angled up slightly, and without any thing to grab it with I had to lean forward and grab it with my arms. They barely went around it, and my face ended up pressed against the head of the cock! Cara and the doctor both found my attempts to ride it hilarious but the strange thing is so did I. I fell completely off three times, and Cara would help me re-mount, her hands on my ass and even my balls at one point as she tried to push me up.

"Come on, worship that cock!" She laughed.

"Cara, this is serious," said Dr Ward. "Although it does look funny." Both women laughed again as I gripped the massive leather cock with my knees and hung on for dear life. The thought of Lucy riding James' cock back home, her cunt flooding with his black seed at the same moment as I clung on to this ridiculous contraption was humiliating but I couldn't help seeing it as a challenge.

Eventually I got the hang of it enough to sit upright for a short ride. That's were the photo in Lucy's scrap book of me riding a six foot black cock with a huge grin on my face came from. At last, the speed was turned down to a gentle rock and I was encouraged to actively hump the cock as it rocked me to orgasm.

"Differential?" joked Dr Ward.

"Even I don't know this one," I panted, "a million times bigger than me?" We laughed but a few more pushes of my hips on the slowly revolving cock made me cum so hard I almost slid off the end.

Cara and the Doctor both helped me down and Cara wiped the cum off my penis and belly, before turning to work on the machine.

"You weren't bad at that," said Dr Ward, "not for a first time. We have a little competition in the summer. Top prize for the longest ride on full power is a weekend's break at an interracial club on the coast. There's also a prize for the fastest orgasm. I think you'd have a shot at that with a bit more practise."

I wasn't sure about that - the one thing I had managed to avoid being subjected too so far was humiliation sessions with other cuckolds present, despite Lucy's urgings. I'd only really been around them at parties and although I'd been roped into coming third out of six in a who's got the tiniest penis competition organised by the girls at one, I preferred to keep my experiences as private as was practical.

I changed and returned to take my leave. Dr Ward handed me a package.

"In there you will find a dic-ta-phone. Or perhaps you should call it a willy-a-phone. For homework you and your wife will find an hour's time in the next fortnight to discuss your mutual and separate feelings about your willy. I know you both realise it's too small, so there's a start. You will record this conversation as proof. I promise you will be surprised how useful it is to get things off your chest, and I think we should all be rather enlightened as to you wife's opinions."

I took the package, said my goodbyes and headed for the car a little gingerly.

CHAPTER 7

The 2nd Wednesday of the month had arrived. Of all my strange adventures with Lucy, I still felt more nerves and excitement at the anticipation of my fortnightly weeknight visits to the Cuckolds Clinic than anything else. And of all of my commitments it's the one I'd stop coming to if I had the choice. I've learnt to love watching Lucy enjoy those hard, huge black cocks and I've even learnt to enjoy, if maybe not love those nasty rubber cocks at Bend and Beg. It's different anyway. You never knew what to expect at the clinic though, except that it always seemed humiliating.

That Wednesday night was a typical example. I knew I would have to listen and take notes to Dr Ward's lectures on penis size and the sexual performance of black men, more than likely having changed into my clinic t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, both of which we decorated with cartoonish pictures of hard black cocks and flaccid white ones. Willies I have to call them. And I could reasonably expect my own willy to be exposed at some point, with Dr Ward's young assistant Cara kindly helping me display the huge difference in size between my manhood and a life-based black dildo. Perhaps she would hold the dildo, or maybe this time I'd hold it and she'd pull my willy out alongside it. Not sure which was better. I'd even done my homework, which I admit I was sometimes slack on, and had gotten Lucy to lovingly draw a monster of a black cock on the front of my body in black marker.

There is always something that catches me off guard however, even in this strange place. The clinic was actually a large art classroom which Dr Ward hired in the evenings, supposedly for adult evening classes. Well, that's what she would call the clinic and I was lucky to attend alone. We paid more for that. On Tuesdays there were up to six "students." Lucy was always trying to persuade me to go then instead saying I'd make friends. I think she wants to save the money for more trips to the BCC.

I was met that night by Cara, in her student nurses outfit, And we walked to the clinic together.

"OK Tom," she said cheerfully, "you'd better put your jammies on straight away, Dr Ward will be showing a film today and we're a bit short of time. Just change here."

"Yes sorry, I got caught in traffic. I had to come straight from work as it is." I gave her my jacket and shoes and she took them off to the cloak room. Usually I got to change there in privacy but I was experienced enough of this place to not worry about stripping in front of her. I undid my tie and took my socks and jeans off as she cheerfully returned. I heard Dr Ward arrive behind me at the same time.

"Hello Thomas," she said before turning to Cara, "I have the TV from resources for a couple of hours, can you set the DVD up, please? Ah, let's have a look at that please Thomas." I'd unbuttoned and removed my shirt displaying the temporary phallic tattoo. I turned and put my hands down.

"Very, Very good," she beamed, "I'm impressed. Now you have a big black cock to go with your little white willy, don't you?"

"Yes, Dr Ward."

"Carry on dressing though we're short on time."

I put the t-shirt on, and Cara took the rest of my clothes out as I quickly removed my underwear and reached for the pyjama bottoms. Dr Ward picked them up to give to Cara and stopped me, one leg in the bottoms.

"Wait a minute. Do you realise these panties are filthy?" I instantly felt a rush of heat to the face. "there's a big yellow pee stain in the front."

I didn't think it was big. "But..."

"But what? I'll not having you coming here with dirty underwear and skid marks or anything else. Put those down," she motioned to my bottoms and took my hand, "come with me."

We went into the small toilet which came off the side of the classroom. Now first things first, let's show you how to wash your willy. There's no excuse for not doing this twice a day, it's tiny enough!."

Cara was silent and I couldn't see her but knew she'd be able to hear and most likely watching from outside the door. She ran a tap behind me as I faced away from her towards the wall. Then she was reaching over and a warm sponge was soaping my genitals. She did this for a few minutes, then gave me the sponge and made me demonstrate that I could do it myself.

"We don't mind dirty minds but we want clean willies and clean panties. And bottoms - bend over a little. Open you butt cheeks for me." I did so, mortified.

"We'll just give it a proper wipe to make sure." She got a wad of toilet paper and wiped my ass firmly enough to push me on tiptoes as I leant against the wall. Then she was soaping my butt with the warm sponge. A nice enough feeling for me to partially forget the shame until she snapped me out of it.

"Right, come on. Leave your bottoms off now, you're nice and clean down there anyway. She went back into the classroom, beckoning for me to follow. The front row of five desks each had a plastic model penis in the middle. Four desks had big black cock models, I'd say about 12" worth. I'm good with that kind of judgment thanks to my studies. The middle desk had a model white willy. About an inches worth and flaccid, stuck to some blu-tack to keep it up. I guessed that was my seat, and sat down while Cara turned on the TV.

"Good boy" said Dr Ward, "you're learning and doing your homework, all you needed to get a commendation today was to turn up with a clean willy and bottom and that's hardly rocket science Thomas. Next time." She wagged her finger as the DVD started.

The film was nothing too memorable. I'll admit to sometimes enjoying DVDs Dr Ward had shown me which concentrated on sexual performance. These usually involved sex and I am allowed to masturbate at clinic, though it's a bit embarrassing. Today's film however was a study on the reduction of white penis size through the shame of confrontation with black cocks. The film showed a fully clothed woman and a black man being introduced to several naked white men. Each time the black mans cock was revealed in their presence, the already flaccid white willies seemed to shrink further.

The film lasted half an hour, there were at least a dozen "experiments." They even showed slow motion close ups of some of the white penises shrinking right up to the body. It was quite comical really. Dr Ward asking me to stand up to display my own willy, which at that point was pretty shrivelled itself, and comparisons were made to the willies on screen, but it was nothing I hadn't grown used to.

After the film I had to pee, and Dr Ward insisted that Cara accompanied me to the toilet. She held my penis as I peed and blushed bright red, then watched me wash it clean. I thought I don't have time to do this every time I pee, but thought better of saying anything.

I was made to recite a few learned rules and points, before dressing.

"When is it ok to masturbate?"

"When there are black cocks or images of black cocks in view."

"What's too small?"

"My white willy and balls."

"What your wife really needs is?"

"A big black penis."

"And what do we want squeaky clean next week?

"My willy and my bottom."

"Good boy - we didn't masturbate this week, so you will do it for me as homework. She took out a large poster and unfolded it. It was a close up photo of a black mans genitals. His cock was soft but I'd guess about 8" in that state.

"Stare at this, masturbate and cum," she said. "Ask Lucy to sign a card to confirm you did it... and wash your willy afterwards."

"Yes Dr Ward." An unusual task. Usually homework involved some form of creative art like the large ink phallus on my body.

I am not gay, nor even bisexual. In order to complete my task I imagined that big black cock, several times larger than life on the poster, pumping relentlessly in and out of Lucy's stretched asshole, flooding it with cum. I knelt before the poster jerking my dick while Lucy stood quietly behind watching. I admit the humiliating feeling of being watched masturbating to a picture of a cock filled me with that now familiar warm feeling of shame mixed with pleasure. I came suddenly, my cum missing my clean up towel which Lucy called the cumforter and splashing the poster.

"Naughty boy," laughed Lucy, "she won't like that. I'll see if I can get it off before it stains."

CHAPTER 8

For some reason the idea that Lucy was coming with me to the cuckold's clinic this week really bothered me. Maybe it was because I still wanted to cling on to a bit of dignity in her eyes. Maybe it was just that I had fantasies of banging Cara, the assistant nurse at the clinic and didn't want Lucy showing me up. I felt a bit guilty about the fantasy.

After all not only was I married but I knew full well it wasn't my place to penetrate anyone's vagina. The one occasion I had been allowed since Lucy went black was just a practical joke on her part. She'd been stretched out so much she couldn't feel me and there was so little friction even I couldn't cum! To make matters worse her lovers that day had commented more than once on how tight her pussy was!

I complained about it and she tried to bribe me with letting me come with her to the club again, then resorted to threatening me with withdrawal of my orgasm privileges. I relented under duress. Even so when we walked in I was stunned to see Cara and Dr Ward chatting to two other women. These it turned out were the wives of other cuckold's who visited the clinic.

We were introduced but I forgot their names straight away, preoccupied with trying to figure out what was going on. Before I could complain too much I was ordered into the changing room to put on my clinic uniform of tight white T-shirt with Black cock motifs and matching yellow pyjama bottoms. Actually, I couldn't find the bottoms anywhere only the shirt. It hardly mattered normally but with the new women there I called to ask where they were. It was Cara who replied.

"You won't be needing them Tom. Come on out. Don't be shy."

I certainly was shy, but I knew better than to try and put off the inevitable. I walked out into the room, Lucy, Dr Ward and the other women were chatting and barely noticed. Cara took my arm and ushered me to the side. I was startled to see two other cucks, both also wearing the regulation T-shirt and also naked from the waist down. I should have known! I'd made it clear I didn't want to visit when any other cucks were there but I guess when did I ever get a say in anything these days?

Cara guided me along side them. I noticed that they were both smaller than me with a bit of misplaced pride, but the weird world of our sex lives at present smaller was actually considered better in a cuck. Apparently it looked cuter and wasn't going to be used for much anyway.

"This is Daniel," said Cara, pointing to the red faced guy on my right, "And this is Jeremy. He's our champion wanker aren't you Jeremy? He can make his mess in under two minutes every time." Amazingly, Jeremy WASN'T red faced. He seemed pleased with the compliment.

We were told we could sit on the stools behind us. I hopped up, not noticing until I looked to my left that the stools seats sat on enormous black cocks with balls as their base. They were high enough for my feet to be off the floor, resting on the balls. Jeremy's didn't even reach that far and were dangling. He looked ridiculous but I was aware I must too. We were facing the TV and Cara switched on a DVD. It was a short film of talking heads.

A succession of women giving their personal reasons for preferring black lovers. The reasons varied and including things I'd never thought of. It was an eye opener. Our wives had their turn appearing on the film. Lucy mentioned her fetish for black male asses. She reckons white men don't have much in that department. Come to think of it she doesn't think we have much in any department physically at least.

At the end of the film, with all three of us sitting there with hard penises and not really giving a shit (you get desensitised to embarrassment after so much of it - up to a point at least) Dr Ward gave us a short talk. She praised our progress as cuckolds and advised that we were graduating from our first year.

"White boys such as yourselves are so much happier if you accept your limitations instead of trying to hide them with macho bluster, or worse still wasting time and money on cons that are supposed to make your willies into cocks. You will feel more content if you fully put aside your penis envy of black men and your jealousy at their taking your wife and realise that you have a place in her heart and a role in her life that is not under threat.

"Finally, you will once again enjoy your sex lives if you put aside childish notions of wishing to compete with big black cocks and be happy to masturbate. After all you only have to worry about pleasuring yourselves now. As long as you follow the rules you have an easy time. You three have come to learn these things and will graduate after your orgasms today. All three of you will masturbate immediately."

Cara flicked on another DVD, this time of Dr Ward herself sucking the widest black cock! She had a measuring cup in her hands. Lucy and the two women came forward, each one kneeling on front of their husband holding a similar cup. Lucy had a proud look on her face.

I jerked off furiously, my eyes switching between the TV and Lucy. I was aware of the other cucks doing the same beside me. Lucy reached up and pushed gently on my chin to raise my head. She was helping me follow the rules, knowing I was too horny to concentrate. I had to be watching the screen at the moment I came or I'd be in breech of the black cock view rule and lose a weeks orgasm privileges.