Intro to Interracial Relations Pt. 02

"But, the c-couch," slurred Noah stupidly, casting his eyes to the much more comfortable therapist's couch he had enjoyed at his sessions before now. Dr. Cherry let out a cruel laugh. "The couch is for men, white boy. I don't see any men here. The ground is perfect for pervy little worms like you."

Dr Cherry stood above him, watching him with the eyes of a cat playing with a mouse. She planted her boot down on his caged cock and balls and pressed down, gently at first, but with increasing pressure. "Porn addiction. Cuckold fantasies. A racial inferiority complex. Watching your cute little girlfriend go further and further with a black man intent on stealing her and being too much of a spineless, perverted pussy to say a goddamn thing." Noah was whimpering with the intense pressure on his balls, pain shooting in molten arcs through his belly. His emotional pain at the therapist's cruel words ached just as much.

"Repeat after me," commanded Dr. Cherry. "All of my problems are my fault for being a weak, worthless white boy."

"All of my problems are my fault for being a weak, worthless white boy," said Noah, tears of pain and humiliation streaking down his face.

"I will surrender and faithfully serve my black masters."

"I will surrender and faithfully serve my black masters," gasped Noah. Dr. Cherry finally removed her foot, staring down at him with a look of mixed disgust and pity.

Noah sniveled, making Dr Cherry scoff. "Don't be overdramatic. I'm experienced with hurting little white boys like you. I didn't do any permanent damage."

"I-it's not that, Doctor," said Naoh pitifully. "I'm afraid that I'll n-never cum again."

A light of understanding dawned in Dr. Cherry's eyes. "Ahhh, so that's it." She sighed and sat on her stool, crossing her arms beneath her big round tits, squashing them upwards pleasantly. "Well, I understand your concern. You told me all about it while you were under. You're correct that Dominic isn't likely to be a kind key holder. I wouldn't say you'll never cum again... but yes, you're unlikely to cum in ways that you would find satisfying or pleasant."

Noah felt his despair deepen, and fresh tears welled in his eyes. Dr Cherry nudged him with her boot, giving him a sneer of disgust. "Don't give me that! You're actually better off than a lot of white boys I've seen today. Your slutty little girlfriend still loves you, God knows why. And you've been holding on to one last scrap of male ego and pride, haven't you?"

Noah stared up at the cruel nude goddess above him uncomprehendingly. "Your girlfriend's precious pussy!" Dr. Cherry said with a nasty grin. "Dominic wants her cunt, you want to cum. That's what we call leverage, white boy."

Noah's heart beat fast, his chastity cage tightening once more. The last red line Juno had drawn. The proof that, despite her devotion to black cock, there was something special just for them, because Noah was her boyfriend and not Dominic.

"If you give up that last little bit of pride, you can get what you want..." purred Dr Cherry, slipping a hand between her legs while watching the look of pained indecision on her patient's face.

Noah could negotiate with the cruel, powerful man who now held his key. All he had to do was convince his girlfriend to submit completely, and finally make him fully a cuck.

God he wanted to cum so fucking bad.

Final Exam:

When Cecily Gabriel walked through her apartment door humming to herself, Arthur had already been waiting in position for an hour. His knees and arms ached from holding them in place for so long.

But the alternative: getting caught lounging on a couch when his sister arrived, was worse than the discomfort.

Arthur Gabriel knelt with his arms on the back of his head in the middle of Cecily's entryway, stripped completely naked. His legs were spread wide apart, and his new chastity device made his dangling genitals even more pathetic than usual.

Cecily cooed with delight when she saw him. "Oooh, if it isn't my patient little baby bird of a brother!" she said, her eyes sparkling with malice. "I know I'm a little late, Artie. Me and Marcus had a very special evening. I hope you didn't get too hungry! Don't worry, I brought you takeaway. Your favorite snack!"

She smiled as she produced two bulging condoms from a coat pocket, swollen with her man's potent seed. "Come on, Artie," she said, breezing past him into the living room, "Time for dinner."

Arthur's mind worked frantically as he crawled after her. Two condoms? After being an hour late? A normal-length session usually produced at least three. Something was wrong here. He hoped that it wasn't tied to the homework assignment they had just received.

As she regally swept into the living room, Cecily discarded her long jacket, revealing her slim, perfect nudity beneath, clad only in thigh high stockings, high heels, and a lacy garter belt. Arthur's breath caught as his eyes crawled over his sister's naked body. Something really was different tonight. On nights when she was cranky, Cecily would come to the feeding sessions fully clothed. Most times, she was in lingerie, giving her pathetic brother some teasing visual stimulation while she put him down verbally. Sometimes, when she was generous, she would be topless, squeezing and rubbing her beautiful little tits while Arthur jerked off and Marcus's thick sperm slid down his throat.

He could count on one hand the number of times she had revealed her pink, freshly fucked pussy to her brother's worshipful eyes. And she had never gotten completely naked in front of him. The sight both aroused him and filled him with vague apprehension.

With a smoldering glance, Cecily untied the loose knot on one of the condoms, and inserted the open end into Arthur's mouth. Arthur instinctively reached his hand down to begin masturbating, but blushed as his hand grabbed ineffectually at the plastic cage between his legs. The ridiculous sight made his twin giggle, covering her mouth with a delicate hand, standing cock-hipped and nude above him.

"Awww, I'm sorry baby bird!" she said mockingly, "I guess not being able to jerk off kind of takes the fun out of this for you. But we had better press on. This was never about your sick, twisted pleasures in the first place, after all. Now suck."

The humiliation of swallowing the semen of the black man fucking his sister still stung just as much as the first time. His stomach roiling and his cage pressing tight, Arthur began sucking, filling his mouth with the salty, musky taste of Marcus's spunk.

Despite Arthur's inability to pleasure himself, Cecily launched into her usual recounting of the evening's sexual encounter.

"Marcus was like an animal tonight, Artie!" said Cecily enthusiastically. "He's always rough with me, but tonight he really showed me how strong he is. I'm going to be so sore in the morning!" she said, trailing a hand down to touch herself lightly between her legs, "But tonight it was just what I wanted. We were both especially turned on, for many reasons. But one of them is that hilarious little device between your legs." Arthur sucked again, pulling more of the sticky cum into his mouth. He had learned to go slow, despite the disgusting taste and texture and the humiliation of the act itself. Cecily would only display her body and tease him verbally for as long as he was eating, and so he had been trained to prolong the horrible show in order to lengthen his own masturbation time.

"That's right, brother, I told my man all about how your poor little cock was put in time out. We laughed together. Then, when I whispered to him about how that meant that you would have to eat his seed without getting any pleasure from it, he tore my clothes off right then and there. I could practically feel your dinner boiling up in his big black balls." Cecily reached a hand up to tease a nipple as she smiled widely at her pathetic, desperately horny brother. "It turns him on like nothing else to know I force my poor perverted brother to do this. Forcing a man who wants to make pretty girls eat HIS cum swallow your slimy load insead is a massive power trip. It's like he's overwhelming your masculinity with the power of his own. And he doesn't even have to do any gay stuff to do it! If you think about it, making a straight man eat your cum is one of the most dominant things you can do." She suddenly got a questioning look on her face. "I mean, you are straight, right brother? Your... enthusiasm for this punishment has made me question that sometimes."

Suddenly the humiliation and lack of stimulation was too much. Arthur sucked powerfully, taking the rest of the load into his mouth and swallowing down the gooey mouthful as quickly as he could, dropping the condom from his lips and opening his mouth to prove he had completed his vile task.

"One down," said Cecily, eyes flicking to the now empty condom on the floor, then back up to her brother's haunted eyes. "Let's move on to the next one." Breaking the routine, Cecily sat back on the couch, delicately folding her legs and hiding her pussy from view. "I have to admit, brother, that I was disgusted at first with your filthy incestuous perversions. Intriugued and amused as well, but ultimately disgusted." Cecily began swinging the remaining condom down into her hand again and again, where it made a wet splat.

"But over time, I started to get it. I'm fucking gorgeous. I'm dominant enough to resonate with your pathetic submissive tendencies. And I know you well enough to humiliate you exactly the way that turns you on. In a fucked up way, despite being your twin, I'm sort of your perfect woman." Arthur's eyes darted over his lounging sister. Her long smooth crossed legs, her perfect freckled face, staring at him with amused contempt, her naked tits, nipples erect with cruel, dominant arousal. Something was definitely going on. This wasn't how the feeding routine was supposed to go. Warning bells sounded in Arthur's fevered mind.

Cecily untied the knot of the second condom as she continued speaking. "Of course, I didn't want to participate. It was fun to tease you, but I wasn't a perverted incest freak like you. But a revelation hit me today. With your cock locked up like that, there's no longer any danger you will get the wrong idea and think you're about to have sex with me. Also you don't even really qualify as a man anymore with no functional cock. And if you're not a man, you're not my brother either. So I have excellent news for you, you sick freak." Keeping blazing eye contact with her twin, Cecily slowly upended the condom over her naked tits, drizzling on a healthy portion of the sticky jizz. "Tonight you finally get the taste of your beautiful sister that you've been dreaming of all along."

She trailed a slim pale finger through the mess on her chest and raised it delicately to her lips to taste. "Well, what are you waiting for, brother?" she said sweetly, sticking out her magnificent tits, dripping with her man's jizz. "Dinner is served."

Arthur rose to his feet, stumbling forward on shaking legs, his useless cock straining futility against its plastic prison. He fell heavily onto his hands, planted on either side of his twin's naked body. She didn't flinch. Her expression of vicious mockery didn't move an inch: she had nothing to fear from her pathetic brother. She was utterly in control. Arthur could smell his sister's clean, fresh perfume, almost overwhelmed by the familiar rank funk of her black lover's jizz.

Cecily's pale tits weren't large, but they were firm and perfectly shaped, with large pale nipples that stuck up two centimeters from her chest. She had teased him with them for so long he could barely believe that he would be allowed to touch them.

Arthur leaned forward and ran his tongue along the sweet, soft curve of Cecily's right breast, coating the inside of his mouth with semen even as he enjoyed the feel of his sister's tits. He wasn't able to wait any longer: Arthur sucked one of his sister's nipples into his mouth, causing a small sound of pleasure from deep in her throat as he swirled his tongue around the hard nub, cleaning and swallowing the gooey sperm that had coated it.

It was heaven, it was hell. Getting to lick and touch his twin's perfect tits was all he had wanted for months, but now he had been denied any pleasure from the act. And it was tainted, intentionally, by his sister's instinctive desire to crush his ego. If this was his sister's act of "dominant cruelty" he could only applaud her inventiveness.

"My nipple is clean, Artie," said Cecily sharply. "You have a lot more spunk to lick. Keep moving."

Arthur continued to work, cleaning every inch of the soft creamy skin of Cecily's beautiful tits. Even Cecily couldn't help but release little moans as her brother completed his humiliating task, betraying how arousing it was for her to force him into this disgusting task.

Finally Arthur drew back. His sister's tits were clean, and his face was smeared with the remnants of the mess, his caged cock twitching with the rhythm of his heart from the desperation of his arousal.

With a secretive smile, Cecily dangled the condom, which still held a quarter of the original load. "We aren't done yet, Artie! Let's play another game." She planted her hand on Arthur's face and shoved him back hard, making him land heavily on his ass. Then Cecily slowly spread her legs, revealing her pussy, usually tight and smooth, but looking raw and slightly gaping from it's recent hard fucking.

Cecily looked directly into Arthur's eyes and drizzled the remaining cum onto the lips of her pussy.

"Time for dessert, brother."

Arthur crawled forward, his eyes focused on his sticky, sloppy treat. He had never imagined this in a million years, not even just now when Cecily had forced him to suck her tits. This was crossing a line they could never come back from.

But Arthur did as he was told.

His mouth latched over his sister's freshly fucked cunt, his tongue wriggling madly to clean its surface. He looked up to see his sister staring down at him, dominant and victorious.

"You're being a very good boy by just cleaning the surface," said Cecily gently, " But why not get a little deeper? I'll allow it this time, as a special treat."

Without thinking, Arthur obeyed, using his tongue to part Cecily's lips. Immediately, a flood of salty goo flowed onto his tongue. He had a moment of confusion, then his eyes widened in horror as he stared up into his sister's look of triumph. She reached down and gripped Arthur's head, tangling her fingers in his hair and forcing his face deeper into her filled pussy.

"That's riiiiight baby bird!", she said in a sing-song voice dripping with malicious glee. "There's was another reason that Marcus fucked me so hard tonight. I told him that today was finally the day. We would finally discard the idea that the sick little prank I was playing on my brother was doing anything to protect my womb."

Arthur struggled weakly, his sister's clamping thighs were making it hard to breathe. Shamefully, he began greedily licking again, tasting his sister's betrayal as it flowed in creamy strands onto his eager tongue.

"It really was an act of "selfless love", Artie. Marcus has been obsessed with knocking me up for a long time. To be fair, I've been encouraging him, whispering in his ear about planting his strong seed inside me, making my slim belly grow as my perky little tits swell up with his baby's milk."

Arthur kept licking, thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper, finding more and more sperm. There must have been three Marcus sized loads inside at least. "Keep licking dear!" commanded Cecily, leaning back and beginning to lazily pinch and flick her swollen nipples. "Maybe if you are thorough, you can catch all the little swimmers before they pierce my egg. I mean, I don't think that's how it works biologically, but you never know until you try!"

"But I bet you are wondering about my act of "cruel dominance", aren't you brother?" said Cecily with a twisted smile. "And no, it's not this little act of service you're doing. You are enjoying this far too much for it to "put you in your place."

An icy stab of fear slashed through Arthur's heart as he searched Cecily's cold blue eyes for love or mercy and found none. More gooey sperm oozed out onto his tongue as his twin commanded: "Hold out your hand, brother, but continue your task."

He extended a shaking palm and Cecily dropped something into it that at first he didn't recognize. It was a small jagged piece of metal, broken, bent and partially melted, as though someone had done their best to destroy it completely.

As his sister started laughing, he finally realized what it was.

"Marcus and I talked it over," said Cecily sweetly as the blood drained from Arthur's face, "And we think it would be better if your little white dick stayed locked away permanently. So there is no need for a key anymore, right? I didn't tell you to stop licking, Arthur. There is still plenty of sperm in there."

Arthur felt the crushing realization of how permanent and life altering his twin's cruel, dominant act would be. But he didn't need to imagine it. His sister was keen to outline every humiliating detail. "Remember when you jerked off in class in front of everyone, Artie? I bet you didn't realize that was your last time your poor pathetic penis would ever feel pleasure." Cecily gripped his head roughly and ground her creampied cunt hard against her brother's face. "And that's not the best part! You know that "Family tradition" bullshit that you and daddy care so much about? How your destiny is to pass on the family name and our rich, ancient heritage?" Cecily's gloating grin was wide and sharp.

"That's not happening. The Gabriel family name dies with you, along with all our fucking stupid medieval traditions. That shrimpy little cock will never get near a pussy again, much less impregnate some poor girl. Sorry ancestors, the last Gabriel is a pathetic sister-cuck who got his manhood confiscated."

Arthur gasped for air when he could as Cecily ground herself against his face. The shame and humiliation he felt was overwhelming as the cum of the man who had conspired to end his bloodline smeared all over his face.

"But don't worry, Artie," moaned his victorious twin, "Our genes will carry on! It's just that their last name will be 'Ibrahim' and they will have some much needed genetic improvements."

Something strange was happening to Arthur. The extreme humiliation and the degrading forced cunnilingus were making shockwaves of submissive pleasure arc through his body. Completely unstimulated, his trapped cock was twitching and tingling. Cecily moaned as she clamped her pale thighs over her brother's head, trapping him in a sticky, hot prison as she orgasmed on his face, her muscle contractions sending a final gush of semen into his mouth.

Arthur's cock spurted without any physical stimulation, splattering the floor with his shameful masochistic goo as his sister's pussy cut off his air supply. Arthur hadn't even known that was possible. The stimulation-free ejaculation didn't feel satisfying or pleasurable. It only left a hollow feeling.

Cecily, coming down from her orgasmic high, gasped in shock as she realized what had happened. "Holy shit, Artie! That's a new level of submission! Cumming to just the idea of your complete genetic defeat!"

She dominantly grabbed Arthur's hair and forced his head toward the ground, just centimeters from his shameful cuck puddle.

"Look at it!" commanded Cecily. "While my master's precious seed is deep inside my pussy, creating new life, your worthless little tadpoles are dying on the cold hard ground. That's their destiny. Even if you manage to squeeze out a few more frictionless orgasms in the rest of your pathetic life, this is always how they will end. In a toilet. On dirty bedsheets. Maybe in a trashcan if I take pity on you and milk your prostate. But it's always going to be the same. The purpose of life is to pass on your genetics, brother..."