A white male in a fam ily of booty shorts.

This story highlights the unfortunate sexual demise of a young man named Michael a sturdy 19-year-old returning from his first year of college.

Micheal at 5’ 7" is shorter than his sister and mother, who are 5’10 and 5’11 respectively. He is slim and muscular more of a dancer's body but not strong for a male. He can grow facial and some body hair on his chest (which was practically unnoticeable.) This along with his brown hair, something he hated but couldn’t fix regardless of how he wore it along with his dull brown eyes only enhanced a stature that appeared feminine.

Part of this may have been a strong feminine influence from his mother "Rachel" and sister "Caroline." Despite this, he had an outgoing masculine persona and fell easily into the masculine crowd in high school but in college, this changed as he struggled the first year due to the difficulty of his math major he became quieter, a loner something that was unlike him.

Arriving home Caroline, his sister was near the door as he entered and gave him a strong hug knocking Micheal off his feet. As Micheal absorbed the sight of his 23-year-old sister whom he had been missing as she gave him a hand with the luggage. Progressing further into the house he noticed something different about his sister maybe it was the high-waist yoga booty shorts. Micheal tried not to stare but the realization that the summer was going to be difficult with her walking around with half her ass out all summer, it was bound to be an elaborate game of erection minesweeper, “So, how were your first two semesters,” Caroline asked.

“It was uh... well pretty hard, I mean difficult and they went slow, but uh... it’s good to be home and I made a couple of friends,” Micheal said unconfidently.

“Good,” Caroline bubbled, “I’m so glad to finally be done with my degree in psychology!”

“Congratulations,” Micheal said excitedly, but figured this meant she could read him and was instantly worried she would sense his arousal by the shorts, “What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to manage a therapy clinic,” she said excitedly, “The clinic specializes in addiction.”

“Wow, that’s interesting and forward-thinking,” Michael said impressed, “I wish I’d gotten an internship but there’s next year.”

“Don’t sweat it I was a finance major at first but it was boring,” Caroline laughed, “You’re smart, you’ll be fine.”

Micheal appreciated the compliment but again paused to take a look at her shorts, trying not to be creepy about it, “Thanks.”

“Do you need help carrying this stuff to your room?”

“Uh nah I got it,” Micheal's voice cracked as he looked down again. Caroline left the room giggling as Michael’s cock immediately rushed to get hard. He began removing his things grateful his sister didn’t see the huge tent in his pants.

Ten minutes later he had unpacked all of his essentials including his laptop which he often used to browse porn sites on the few occasions when he had some privacy. Now, he could be back on a normal routine, 3-4 times a day. He opened the laptop to moans loudly reverberating from the speakers his roommate had left a day early so he had taken advantage of a solo night in the dorm. He scrolled until he found a video of a handsome light-skinned man giving an absolute dicking to a girl who looked similar to Caroline wearing a nearly identical pair of booty shorts. Micheal shook it off due to how hot the video was and jerked furiously. Three minutes into the half-hour clip he exploded his 3.5-inch cock could only muster a dribble of juice. Moments after this explosion Caroline knocked on the door, “Can I come in,” she asked as Micheal threw out the tissue he had used.

“Uh- uh yea,” Micheal said after nervously pulling up his pants, shifting his boner, and closing the laptop loudly. Caroline swooped in taking a seat next to Micheal on the bed.

“So Micheal, did you ever smoke in college,” she asked with a wide grin.

“Uhh, I think I tried it once.”

“Want to try it again,” Caroline asked as she revealed a joint. This was enough to distract me from her booty at least temporarily, “Let’s go, we have to go in the yard.”

Micheal sprung up, his cock back to its usual 1” flaccid state. He followed Caroline quickly, and they smoked on the back porch. Caroline could handle it, but Micheal was hit by it strongly and entered a giggly state, “Let’s go inside before mom is home,” Caroline said, putting out the joint.

The two went inside but Micheal was still clearly incapacitated. Caroline told him to lay on her bed to relax, he did accordingly. In the meantime, Caroline brushed her teeth and retrieved Micheal’s laptop hiding it in her closet as Micheal giggled relentlessly on the bed Caroline sat on the end of the bed, “You OK Buddy?”

“I’m great,” Micheal said between laughs as he sat up slightly and saw Caroline’s ass again, “Oh.”

“What’s wrong,” Caroline asked, the laughter stopped as Micheal’s racing brain dedicated all power to not getting a little boner.

“Nothing I uh...” Micheal looked into her eyes as hard as he could with the look of someone who had just seen a ghost.

“Here,” Caroline said as she got up and bent over to look through a drawer Micheal saw a waxing moon. Her ass was revealed even more as she bent over sending Micheal into full panic as his cock made a little bump in his shorts. Caroline returned with a piece of chocolate, Micheal ate it chocolate being his favorite candy.

“Oh my god, that’s good,” Micheal said not realizing it was an aphrodisiac. In just a few minutes his boner entered concrete mode and Micheal placed a pillow in his lap. Caroline knew what she had done but she did a great job of hiding it. Hearing the door open Caroline left the room.

It was their mother Rachel, (45) the two women standing next to each other had a ****** resemblance they were both tall, tan from the sun, slim, with hourglass figures and an insane harmonious combination of tits and ass she was dressed in less than Caroline wearing booty shorts and a sports bra unlike Caroline who had a top on, she was sweating from the gym.

“Micheal, come say hi to mom,” Caroline called. Micheal rolled his eyes unable to get his erection down, fortunately, due to its small size it was hardly noticeable but it still worried him as it may still reveal him anyway.

“Hi, Mom,” Micheal said as he went downstairs and hugged her leaning in awkwardly to not give himself away. Then the image of her struck him as his boner pumped a shot of precum gently into his boxers and due to the light color of his shorts, a small stain emerged at the tip of his cock’s indent but he was too stoned to notice. Rachel smirked and signaled to Caroline as she chuckled Micheal stood there trying not to get any more aroused.

“Hey, Micheal, since you don’t have a job could you do the laundry,” Rachel said in a slightly rude tone.

“Yes, Mom,” Micheal said running upstairs to grab the clothes baskets grateful to be able to hold something over his crotch. When he returned she sat her socks and shoes from the gym the pheromones doubled Micheal's excitement.

In the basement where the laundry appliances were Miechael thoroughly went through the pockets and grabbed another handful of laundry and felt a sticky goo, it was thick and white he surmised that it was the semen of an African American he had no way of knowing if it was real cum but Micheal used his own runny, watery, yellow semen to figure out it must have been discharged from either his mom or sister he smelled it aroused by the notion of his pervertedness.

Standing there now after seeing his sister all afternoon in those shorts and just now his mother with what he believed to be their life juices he looked to make sure the basement door was still closed as he touched his tongue to it, it had an umami flavor that fueled his undying arousal. He began to slurp up the semen of a random man, after ingesting a few tablespoons of cum he felt like a boss from the shot of protein contained in the sample and began thinking it may be fun to avoid the inevitable consequences that his mother and sister would implement if they heaven forbid found out about this habit. He emptied the clothes baskets filling the two washing machines. In the bottom of the clothes basket were more panties, and a pair of booty shorts, an amalgamation of clothes which had to have come from his sister and mother both soiled with African seed which Micheal again was oblivious to proving two things: One, despite Micheal not knowing his sister and mother were being destroyed by black cock and Two, perhaps there was something in it for Micheal. He kept licking up the seed thinking it was an unusual amount for a woman to discharge, but not caring as the sweet and salty juice hit his tastebuds. Then he threw them in the washer and went back upstairs.

Entering his room he scanned for the laptop, he searched everywhere in his room for a good thirty minutes before realizing it had been removed, “Uh- Caroline, have you seen my computer,” Micheal asked while trying to enter her room and being stopped by a locked door.

“Ohh, I borrowed it, I need to write a quick work email,” Caroline explained as she typed away.

“Oh, then let me know when you’re done,” Micheal said forgetting about the tab he had left open, and went downstairs to switch the laundry into the dryers. Micheal scrolled on TikTok, watching videos of girls shaking their ass until he scrolled so far that his sister's account showed up. There were nearly 1000 videos of her shaking her ass to different songs, in outfits as sexy if not sexier than the shorts she and her mother seemed to now be attached to. He scrolled through them viewing each one it took him nearly an hour to watch all of them. Hearing the dryer go off as he closed his phone he was still incredibly hard, the aphrodisiac still in effect combined with an hour of edging to his sister's massive and maneuverable ass. He brought the now clean clothes upstairs to his mom and sister.

“Wow, these are clean,” Rachel said impressed by Micheal’s chore, “I was worried these might have been stained!”

“Oh, I made sure to clean out the messy spots,” Micheal said chuckling at his inside joke.

“Really, that’s considerate of you Micheal,” Rachel said looking at the laundry and giving Micheal an unsupervised view of her ass.

“Of course, I’d love to take over the cleaning, it was satisfying,” Micheal said giving too much info.

“All yours, especially if you keep doing this good,” Her approval made him happy as he left the room.

“Caroline,” He knocked on her door.

“Come in."

“Can I have my laptop now?”

“Of course, but, I installed a content blocker,” Caroline said matter of factly.

“What, Why,” Micheal yelled.

“Based on your history, I think you’ve seen enough for a lifetime,” Caroline said, “Now take it. And if you bitch anymore, I tell mom.”

“Whatever,” Micheal snapped as he stomped out of the room eager to finally get release for his cock. Unfortunately, all his favorite sites were now blocked. Porn hub, Xvideos, XHamster, even the obscure websites were blocked. Micheal thought of every porn company he knew of (that was straight of course) and searched but found nothing. Finally, he googled sexual terms, like positions, and actors, Doggy Style, 69 Videos, and Riley Reid. Nothing came up until he scrolled down so far that a video of Riley Reid getting double fucked by two black guys came up. When he clicked on it the Blacked website opened, unblocked to his shock. ‘Caroline must have never heard of blacked,’ thought Micheal. He wasn’t a huge fan, but it was certainly better than nothing. He was about to get going when he realized he had to pay to get to the videos, he concocted a plan.

Micheal entered his sister's room, asking for her credit card.



“Please, I need to purchase a game, It’ll be less than $40,” Micheal lied.

“OK, but you pay me back as soon as possible,” Caroline said giving him her card. Micheal quickly purchased $36 worth of Blacked videos. He didn’t realize that it would show up on her card, fortunately, these payments took a few weeks to process sparing Micheal for the time being.

Two minutes. A new low for Micheal as he spurted 5 drops of syrupy yellow liquid into his hand and wiped it off on a tissue then washed his hands. Closing his laptop and hiding it for safekeeping. Finally, his three-hour boner was deflated and he was proud that he got it to go back to its normal 1" state. Over the next month much remained the same. Micheal would get his laundry treats often staying in his room as his mom and sister were always out to the gym, the store, or wherever else. It was these 30 days that turned Micheal from a normal perv to a bbc addict. Unbeknownst to him, he could now only pleasure himself to Blacked videos, and would now often imagine his mother or sister in place of one of the actors, and the two continued to wear booty shorts nearly daily. Today, however, was the day Micheal got caught.

A month ago, when Micheal ordered the Blacked videos, he had accidentally purchased a deal for 12 pairs of Blacked underwear and 6 pairs of Blacked booty shorts, which Caroline discovered one day walking into the house from the car. She brought the package inside as she received two statements on her banking app.

“24.99 (3) 10-Minute Blacked Movies”

“4.99 (12) Blacked brand underwear”

“5.99 (6) Blacked brand high waist shorts”

'What the fuck,' Caroline thought as she read the purchase date. “MICHEAL,” she screamed as she climbed the stairs, “Give me your laptop now!”

“What, what did I do,” Micheal shouted pretending to be innocent.

“Why don’t you give me the laptop then we can find out,” Caroline said trying to calm him down.

“But, I didn’t do anything, He lied again, I didn’t watch any porn!”

“I have the receipts," showing him the bank statement, “Now unless you want Mom to see this, come to my room and explain this,” She said tapping the package.

Micheal must have been too high to realize that he had ordered a ton of Blacked Merch due to a huge sale. He stuttered his way through an explanation, “Well, I’d be madder if those weren’t my exact style!”

“What,” Micheal said imagining his sister Blacked. Only a month of the same three Blacked videos had changed his mind, perhaps permanently.

“Just because they’re booty shorts, perv,” Caroline said as she stripped down and tried on the Blacked booty shorts that were even shorter and made her ass show 2/3ds.

“Oh my god,” muttered Micheal his shrimp springing up tired of the constant strain.

“Like what you see,” teased Caroline, before snapping at him, “Since you’re such a pervert!”

“I uh... I’m sorry Caroline, I don’t know what came over me,” Micheal made excuses, “I promise I didn’t mean to and it was unrelated,” he said adjusting his tiny hard-on until it was no longer visible through his shorts.

“I believe that perhaps we are seeing the symptoms of a porn addiction,” Caroline said, “perhaps I could get you a therapist?”

“Come on, I mean this is ridiculous,” Micheal whined, “Why would I need a therapist?”

“To overcome your addiction. You have been hypnotized by a few videos so much that you wanted to buy the brand’s clothes for your sister,” she said, catching Micheal at a hard controversy.

“Uhhh, I guess you have a point but even now I don’t think I need one,” Micheal tried to avoid such nonsense.

“Fine, I guess we’ll see what Mom thinks.”

“OK, fine I’ll do it, whatever, as long as it’s not too often,” Micheal argued.

“Weekly.”

“What, why, fine, I’ll stop watching porn!”

“No, weekly, and no more computer.”

“Ok ok ok, fine.”

A few days passed and Caroline was already driving Micheal to his first therapy session.

Micheal had to bring his laptop, and his ID. Caroline dropped him off at the clinic she managed. Micheal was escorted to Mr. Jackson’s office. Mr. Jackson was the head of the sexual addiction department, and was Caroline’s sexual addiction. The two had often slept together, and Mr. Jackson viewed Caroline like a living sextoy, pumping her full like an animal. He was 6’3”, and was muscled on all sides.

Micheal entered his office, a dimly lit, male musk filled room, a vibe that was mysterious yet relaxing. Micheal smelled incense and sat down.

“Good morning Micheal!” Mr. Jackson said politely.

“Hello Mr. Jackson.” Micheal gave him a weak handshake.

“So, normally I would let you explain, but Caroline, as you know as your sister, my boss, filled me in a little already. So may I ask you some questions instead?” Mr. Jackson said kindly, “remember, anything you say will remain between us.”

“Oh, then of course, and thank you for keeping it private.” Micheal said, glad he wouldn’t have to talk too much, and welcomed by Mr. Jackson’s kindness. Micheal inhaled deeply, getting a faint hint of the smell of the discharge he had eaten out of Caroline’s panties. Little did he know, it was Mr. Jackson’s cum he had actually eaten.

“So, it is to my knowledge you are a porn addict. This may seem unconventional, but I’d like to ask your favorite three websites,” Mr. Jackson said, trying to be personal and with the times.

“Oh! Haha that’s uh- an interesting question. I’d have to say Phub, as number one of course, then probably X videos, hmmm and my third…” Micheal wondered if saying Blacked would be weird, but decided to risk it. “Most recently I’ve really been digging some Blacked.”

“That’s my boy-,” Mr. Jackson said, dapping Micheal up with a handshake as Micheal laughed, “so I see why you’re an addict, you’ve got good taste.”

“Thanks,” Micheal said, loving Mr. Jackson’s humor, “but yea I just, usually 3-4 times a day, I just love those videos.”

“Understandable. Seeing large cocks is usually a culture shock for white guys,” Mr. Jackson said, scientifically, “the average penile length of white men usually falls short by a few inches.”

“Speaking my language now,” Micheal joked, getting a laugh. “I’ve never even hit 4 inches. Maybe when I’m older.”

“Unlikely,” Mr. Jackson said, “Especially with someone of your stature.”

Micheal would normal take offense, but this time he simply accepted the statement.

“So, Micheal, the thing I’m getting is that this is something you need to learn to not act on. For example, the problem isn’t watching porn, it’s that you’re masturbating. Your sister says this applies to real life as well, such as when you look at her-,” Mr. Jackson said.

“What do you mean?” Micheal said.

“Like when you see her and get a boner. The problem wasn’t seeing her, it was getting hard.” Mr. Jackson said kindly, “so how about we make a deal. I help you give up erections, and you can get all your porn back.”

“Woah, I mean honestly that’s a deal! Can I be honest with you?” Micheal asked, “I am a bit of a perv. One day I say sticky stuff on Caroline’s panties, it was discharge. I licked it all up just because I was horny.”

“Oh-,” Mr. Jackson laughed, “and did she find out?”

“Nope!” Micheal laughed.

“How did it taste?” Mr. Jackson said.

“It was sweet and savory, it was so sticky and chunky almost, with a slight musky smell. Slightly like whatever perfume is in here,” Micheal said as Mr. Jackson realized.

“But, Micheal, it is in my beliefs you did nothing wrong, except get excited by it. For example, if you hadn’t been allowed to get an erection, it wouldn’t have been perverted to eat it.” Mr. Jackson said, to encourage the cum eating, “now if you bear with me, I can help you to get no erections. Then we can inform Caroline it’s safe to unblock your computer. Sounds good?”

“Yes! You’ve been a great help so far Mr. Jackson!” Micheal said. “By the way, how am I going to prevent these erections though? I get them every day!”

Just as he said this, Mr. Jackson tossed him a metal thing. Micheal barely caught it, before inspecting it. It was a small metal loop and a semi dome covering made of pure steel. “What is this?!” Micheal asked, confused.

“That is a chastity cage. It will help to prevent erections, and will stop masturbation.” Mr. Jackson explained.

“Wait, I never agreed to that last part.” Micheal said.

“But that’s the addiction. And I’m going to have to make you take it because Caroline has me on a mission. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?” Mr. Jackson guilt tripped Micheal.

“Ugh, fine.” Micheal said, “where’s the bathroom?”

“Bathroom?” Mr. Jackson asked confused.

“So I can put this on? Isn’t it for my cock?” Micheal asked.

“You can do it in front of me. Besides, normally these procedures begin with a physical, so be grateful.” Mr. Jackson said,

“Ok if you insist,” Micheal awkwardly took out his tiny genitals, securing the cage as instructed by Mr. Jackson, “like this?”

“Yes, now press down on the lock.” Mr. Jackson said.

‘CLICK!’ The cage secured.

“Is that it?” Micheal asked as he felt the right cage, “this isn’t so bad!”

“Just avoid erections.” Mr. Jackson said as he took the censors off Micheal’s computer.

“Got it!” Micheal said, excited to get his computer back.

“I’ll see you in a week for our longer session. Remember, it’s ok to stare at their booties. They’re sexy ladies, your sister and mom that is,” Mr. Jackson said, “just keep your cage on.”

“Got it. How should I take it off?” Micheal asked.

“Oh, the cage?” Mr. Jackson asked. “It requires a key.”

“May I have it?” Micheal said rudely.

“Absolutely not! Besides, Caroline had the spare. Now go on, she’s waiting for you. She’ll give you my phone number in case you need anything,” Mr. Jackson said. Then Caroline walked in.

“Go sign out and head to the car Micheal,” Caroline said as she approached Mr. Jackson. Micheal left and a helper at the front desk went through some paperwork with him. Caroline, as expected, got a good fucking from Mr. Jackson, a porno buddy of hers who she had made many videos with, taking a quick ten minutes but still cumming violently. She pulled up her panties as the semen slowly drained. Her and Micheal walked to her car, where she then drove them home.

“How did the first session go?” Caroline asked.

“Good! Mr. Jackson is so funny,” Micheal said, “and understanding. Really a great guy.”

“I’m so glad it worked out!” Caroline said.

“Yep! And I think he helped me cure my addiction,” Micheal said, just grateful to have his normal porn back.

“How so?” Caroline wondered.

“Ah, can’t tell you. What happens in therapy stays in therapy,” Micheal teased.

“Whatever. I’m just glad you’re glad!” Caroline said.

They arrived home to Rachel, their mom, asking if Micheal would do laundry tonight. He gathered it, including the recently spoiled panties of his sister, as he quickly went to the basement and shut the door.

There was still heat coming off of them, as Micheal inhaled the fumes of Mr. Jackson’s semen. He gobbled it up, scanning for any more ‘discharge’ that he could not distinguish from bbc fluids.

After a few treats he did the laundry. He had tried to get hard, enjoying his snacks, but couldn’t due to the tiny cage his shrimp was no confined to. He carried his ******’s laundry to them, all of the Blacked merch included, as Rachel had seen Caroline wearing them and asked to try it on. Rachel was wearing some as he set the laundry done, compressing his poor “manhood’ into the cage again.

“What even is Blacked?” Rachel asked Micheal as she checked herself out in the mirror.

“Ugh- you wouldn’t want to know,” Micheal said.

“What is it?” She asked again.

“A porn site. It’s like black guys on white women,” he explained, embarrassed but turned on by her asking.

“Oh! Funny!” She said with her ass out, “hell I might have to google that!”

“Mom!” Micheal said, surprised by her words.

“Oh come on. Haven’t you heard that saying, once you go black you-,”

“Can never go back, yea I know,” Micheal cut her off, “but it’s not true, at least I doubt it.”

“Oh right cause a small white Willy is what people want instead,” Rachel cackled.

“Whatever,” Micheal said, scared he may have sent his mom down the same road as him. He retreated to his room to watch some porn, but was unenthusiastic about any of the porn he saw, until he search blacked. His cock shoved against the metal bars.

He saw another video of a girl just like his sister, but this time instead of her standard black booty shorts, the actor was wearing Blacked ones, making Micheal even more suspicious. He saved this homemade account, as he noticed the black man looked just like Mr. Jackson. He played one video, precumming from the sight of the ordeal. The cage prohibited him from orgasming, as much as he wanted to.

Micheal endured the next week in chastity, it was awful. The cage chaffed and his sister and mother began wearing the booty shorts of the BLACKED brand that Micheal accidentally ordered. Micheal spent hours watching Blacked interracial porn, but couldn’t get an erection. He felt horny all the time and could not get any relief so he stare at Caroline and his mother's perfect fat asses.

One night when Caroline was out Micheal snuck into her room looking for a pair of panties with ‘discharge’ as he believed it to be. He found a pair of the Blacked brand underwear full of Mr. Jackson’s seed. (It will be funny when Micheal learns that he hadn’t been consuming his fam ily's discharge, that he had been guzzling male cum instead.) Having become addicted to the taste he wolfed it down as his cage strained. As he finished licking the cum out of the underwear, he had an urge to wear them, something innate, something instinctual so he took the underwear with him to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he stripped and put them on and realized that he too had a pretty hefty ass and considered it a fam ily trait as he checked himself out in the mirror his ass half ******* in the underwear he enjoyed the comfort of the clothes. He couldn’t help but picture a blacked actor getting destroyed by bbc but then realized he was imagining himself as the actor and shook off the image splashing cold water on his face to snap himself back to reality. Micheal went to bed that night in the blacked underwear still damp from the sperm that had filled it earlier.

The next morning, Micheal was startled awake, “Come on, your therapy is in 10 minutes!” Micheal groaned and scrambled to get ready, ‘So fucking early,’ he thought as he threw on a pair of shorts over the blacked underwear along with a feminine shirt and ran out the door to Caroline’s car.

Caroline dropped Micheal off watching as he slowly trudged inside where he checked in at the front desk and was sent to Mr. Jackson’s office, entering the cozy, dimly lit room. Micheal did not know it yet but what was supposed to be therapy to end addiction was becoming a specialized path to full interracial addiction, "How was your week?”

“Good, but my cage has been hurting. It’s not too small it rubs against my clothes and chaffs.”

“I see, I’ll order another and have it mailed to you. What else, how was staring at mom and sis?”

“Oh, it was amazing. The only problem is I’ve been staring and peaking more and more despite not getting hard from it.”

“That’s ok, for a white boy like you, look but don’t touch, or touch yourself, or even get hard. It’s entitled.”

“I understand.”

“Now, Micheal, you may be confused about why I make a distinction between white boys and black men.”

Then he set a picture of a masculine naked black man beside a picture of a feminine naked white boy under each was a blank list 1-10, "Micheal, fill in the blanks using adjectives, whatever comes to mind,” Micheal thought this was strange, but so was everything about this novel therapy.

Under the black man’s image, Micheal listed:
1. Strong
2. Muscled
3. Large penis
4. Confident
5. Masculine
6. Athletic
7. Commanding
8. Powerful
9. Hairy
10. Stud

Then Micheal wrote under the white boy:
1. Feminine
2. Weak
3. Girly
4. Small penis
5. Nervous
6. Small
7. Emasculated
8. Hairless
9. Big ass
10. Normal

Micheal couldn’t help but realize his similarities with the image of the white boy embarrassed by that he wrote normal realizing most white boys are near copies of the image.

“Done,” he said handing it to Mr. Jackson who read aloud each one before agreeing.

“Good, now onto your next assignment,” he sat an image of a black man plowing a white woman and an image of a white man with his small cock inches from a white woman’s pussy, each had 10 blank lines under them.

“So, for the first five, I want you to write what comes to mind and for the second 5 I want you to write what you think the woman is feeling.”

“Got it,” Micheal said as he looked at the images. Looking at the white boy gave him no reaction, but seeing the bbc in the white woman made him compress in his cage.

Under the interracial sex, he wrote what the scene made him think of:
1. Arousing
2. Progressive
3. Impressive
4. Relevant
5. Modern
Then he wrote what the woman was feeling:
1. Euphoria
2. Satisfaction
3. Hope
4. Amazement
5. Orgasm

Then under the white on white sex, he wrote:
1. Outdated
2. Unusual
3. Underwhelming
4. Boring
5. Conservative
Then he wrote how it made the woman feel:
1. Betrayed
2. Disappointed
3. Regretful
4. Depressed
5. No orgasm

He handed the papers back, as Mr. Jackson again ran through them, repeating them to Micheal and approving his answers, “A quick learner!”

“Thank you, Informing and entertaining!”

“True, so why do you think the white male sex aura is simply… different, inferior perhaps to that of black men?”

“I think it comes down to size and shape for the body and the cock. Black men tend to be more athletic, white boys tend to be more feminine and have on average 6 inches..."

“4 inches, don’t change the data,” Mr. Jackson laughed.

“Whatever, 4 inches and black men are probably double that on average.”

“Good, do you see now that your treatment going forward must be race-based? If you were black you’d be out of here free to masturbate because if the need arose he could satisfy. You however with your small cock that is now locked have no means to provide pleasure, so you have no right to experience it.”

“It all makes sense now,” Micheal yelled with joy, “But are you saying I can never cum again that you won't unlock me eventually?”

“Well, no and no. Unfortunately, Caroline has asked me to keep the cage going but I will have your replacement sometime this week, which I will mail to you. Additionally, the white male sex organ is not the penis despite what you may think. A sex organ must provide a certain function for sex which your penis no longer does, it is only an auxiliary organ used for peeing.”

“Oh, I see I am to be deprived for the rest of my life?” Micheal mood soured not liking the idea of permanent chastity.

“Not necessarily, the white man is lucky his lack of length is made up for by a large prostate.”

“Prostate, isn’t that like the thing in a guy's ass?”

“How would you know such a thing?”

“I... uhm, Hmm.”

“Exactly, now hush up. If you’re still truly dying for a release next week, perhaps we can make some arrangements, until then nothing.”

“Fine, that would be more than generous since I technically can’t pleasure anyone with... yea know.”

Mr. Jackson laughed, agreed, and handed Micheal a hard drive, “Since you’ve been such a good boy, here are all of me and Caroline’s best moments... maybe one day you can be the cameraman.”

Micheal realized this must have all the episodes of their porn, not just the few he found for free online, “Thank you so much,” Micheal said excitedly as all thoughts vanished from his head except watching the videos. They talked for a while more as Micheal did a few more different worksheets, learning more about the divide between white and black men. When Caroline came to pick up Micheal she didn’t know he had several gigs of images and videos of her and Mr. Jackson.

Arriving home Micheal rushed to his room, he immediately began watching the videos in chronological order. Soon he realized something strange about Caroline's panties in the videos. As he watched her get plowed by Mr. Jackson’s bbc he realized Mr. Jackson was busting nut after nut into Caroline and some of the videos ended with her pulling up her panties, and after checking the dates of the videos he realized that the ‘discharge’ he had been eating was his therapist's sticky semen. In that moment of clarity that would normally be one of disgust and shame, Micheal came in his cage. It wasn’t a full orgasm, but it was undeniable that he launched some watery yellow cum. Now his head reeled as it addicted itself to black male everything. He kept watching all night and into the next morning until he passed out sleeping until the next evening.

“Micheal?” Caroline banged on his door.

“What?” Micheal said lying on the bed in just blacked underwear.

She entered before he could cover himself, “Dude why are you wearing my clothes?”

“Hey, technically they are mine I did buy these,” Micheal said, "So it is you and Mom that are wearing my clothes."

“With my money!”

“Ok well, you have ten pairs.”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

“I... I felt embarrassed.”

“Awww Mikey boy don’t be embarrassed,” She said as she slapped him on the ass, “Besides, you’re looking good.”

Micheal blushed too embarrassed to respond to what he considered an insult.

“Anyways, you can keep those and I’ll give you some shorts too," Caroline always loved dressing Micheal up, it was one of the games they played a lot as children one Micheal hadn’t played in ages, “Maybe you’ll even let me dress you up one day?”

Normally Micheal was opposed to the idea but her suggestion made him giggle, perhaps because of the effects of the cage he no longer felt as contentious. Perhaps it was Micheal's spongey mind being bombarded by Blacked porn, but he could no longer see his sister without imagining a black cock. fortunately for Micheal Caroline didn’t find the porn that Mr. Jackson had given him of the two of them.

A few days later a package arrived, on the box was a letter from Mr. Jackson that read:

“Dear Micheal,

I hope you have been enjoying your week. Here is the key to your cage and the new cage. The new one although smaller has a few features like vibration and shock. If you’d like to try these settings you may ask Caroline to link the cage to the app, I will see you soon!”

Mr. Jackson had sent the new cage it was smaller, sturdier, and had a variety of tech embedded into its small size. He had been in chastity for eleven days now and as Micheal held the key to his cage he decided it would be harmless to rub out a quick one. As he unlocked his current cage he got hard instantly, even before going on his computer to Caroline and Mr. Jackson's videos. Fifteen seconds later Micheal was feeling the sensation to cum and that was when Caroline burst into the room. Micheal was able to close the tab in time but didn’t have time to hide his erection, “Are you seriously disobeying, Marquez,” she slapped Micheal in the face and ball-slapped him, “Get soft now and put the new cage on,” she demanded as she stood tall over him. As his penis shrunk from the pain he attached the new electronic cage. Caroline holding her phone connected the device to her account and locked the cage from her phone before delivering a solid shock causing Micheal to cringe in pain and as the shocks intensified the cringe became a groan and then Micheal fell out of the chair at Caroline’s feet cowering in pain, “Caroline Jeez, I’m sorry!”

“Shut up!”

"Please! Please!”

“Micheal be quiet!”

He stopped talking but whimpered and began to tear up as the shocks continued until she finally turned it off, “Thank y...”

“Shhh,” Caroline said reaching for her phone. Micheal looked back down at her feet. Caroline shoved his head with one foot down into the other expecting him to lick. Micheal sniffed her foot, ripe from the gym before cleaning it grateful the shocks had stopped he licked away using his educated tongue from Marquezs’ cum. It was rare that Caroline called Mr. Jackson by his first name something Micheal would never do. Then he imagined Caroline Jackson which she was bound to become one day especially if Marquez had become her default name for him. Micheal had licked her feet clean before she spoke, “Thanks, Mikey,” and left the room. As Micheal inspected his red inflamed genitals from the zapping. He returned to his porn defeated and entered the blacked porn trance that felt so familiar. The new cage worked well, it was tighter, more secure, and technologically blessed.

In the morning before Micheal was set for therapy, his mom called him with urgency, “Micheal, Micheal, come here and meet my new boss.” Micheal turned off his monitor and pulled up his pants.

As he entered the living with his cage jiggling, “Nice to meet you,” Micheal said timidly to the tall black man in front of him, “I’m Micheal.”

“Nice to meet you Micheal, I’m Trey.”

Rachel, his mother, was way too close to this Trey guy but Micheal’s blacked addiction made him feel like they weren’t close enough. In fact, they wouldn’t be close enough until one of Rachel’s holes was being filled.

“Your mother was telling me that you are in need of a job?”

“Yes sir, for a while now.”

“I see... well, since I know your mother, I suppose I could get you a job as well.”

“I would truly appreciate that, sir. Honestly, regardless of what the job is.”

“I see,” Trey then sat back, “You could start by bringing us drinks,” he laughed as Rachel sat down next to Trey and started pseudo-snuggling as Micheal poured two hefty glasses of whiskey, “As I’m sure you know, Micheal, our company works in alternative fashion, things that normal men tend to overlook. Feminine, progressive, revealing clothes, that men traditionally refuse to look at, Rachel told me you have a history of this?”

“Well, I used to let Caroline dress me up,” Micheal laughed.

“Is that a yes, we need a model like you?”

Micheal’s heart sank, realizing this didn’t mean a normal job, but a modeling job. It was too late to refuse, and who was Micheal to refuse such an offer, “Yes sir, I will do it especially if others can’t.”

“Great, we’ll have you starting at $30 an hour, but 25 of that 30 will go to Rachel, as she is a better financial planner.”

Micheal wanted to pout at the idea of $5 an hour but figured his mom would save the rest of what he was making, “Sounds good to me.”

“Excellent, we will expect you tomorrow then!”

Just then, Caroline entered the room to summon Micheal for therapy. As the two of them left the house Caroline set his cage to gentle vibes and left it until they reached the clinic, by this time Micheal was horny, something Micheal thought Caroline wanted.

Micheal entered the office of Mr. Jackson, “So, Micheal.”

“Yes, Mr. Jackson.”

“Explain your slip-ups, bud?”

“I tried to jerk off.”

“I see, the exact opposite of what you were told.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I don’t think an apology is enough. I think treatment is the best way forward.”

“What treatment,” Micheal got excited remembering the brief moment that the prostate was brought up in the last meeting.

“A testicular treatment using ultrasound,” Mr. Jackson pressed a button on his desk and escorted Micheal to another room where Micheal sat in what looked like a dentist chair with straps for his arms and legs that Mr. Jackson secured. Once trapped, a nefarious electronic device was placed over Michael's testes, and the device began radiating Michael's balls. In just 10 minutes, Micheal was permanently infertile. His testicles had been so radiated that later scar tissue formed. The treatment led to total cell death in his testicles, Micheal felt cold and wanted to ask what the device did but seeing as it was a consequence of his actions he remained silent.

“Well done Micheal, all we need now is a sperm count.”

Mr. Jackson used the vibrator function on Micheal’s new and improved Bluetooth chastity cage to make him quickly orgasm before sending the sample to the lab before releasing Micheal and returning to the office.

Micheal felt weird, his orgasm barely felt good and even now despite still being horny, his cock could not get hard and with the estrogen hormones Mr. Jackson had prescribed that were labeled as anxiety medication Micheal didn’t want to get hard. No, it was not his cock that stirred, but rather Micheal’s g-spot which had been itching for arousal. Micheal didn’t realize that there was only one humiliating solution.

Mr. Jackson continued to teach the differences between white boys and black men when the results came back, "Good news Micheal!”

“What is it, sir?”

“Your sperm counts are about 60 sperm per ml, about 0.003% of normal levels or near zero.”

“Is that good, sir?”

“Yes, but we could keep working on reaching zero. I fear that may be the only way we can permanently end your jerking-off addiction.”

“I see sir, why must it be so low?”

“So that you feel absolutely zero temptations. Unfortunately, your testosterone is also linked to this and the good news is those levels are already low.”

“But Mr. Jackson, I want testosterone, Isn’t that what makes a man manly?”

“Your testosterone levels were about 5 nanograms per deciliter, about 0.8% of normal levels, can you see how that would be a lost cause to try and increase production?”

“Sir, please, I want my testosterone to reach normal levels so my cock has a chance to get bigger.”

“Micheal, we’re not arguing this you’re out of puberty, and your cock isn’t getting any bigger and you need to choose a life path either keep going down the feminine road you’ve always known or somehow become masculine, don’t you see why that is ridiculous?”

Micheal tried to take a last stand, “No, I deserve the chance all other men have why should I be deprived of that because of arbitrary stats!”

“Arbitrary? Your sperm levels are a thousandth of legal infertility guidelines, and your testosterone levels are about a tenth of female levels at this point meaning you are even more feminine than women,” Micheal turned red, embarrassed, “I propose we get you an estrogen test and that will prove my point.”

“No... no, fine, I understand.” Micheal was scared to see what his estrogen levels would be like, so he stopped fighting, “Now, Micheal, your sister is coming tell me 5 differences between white women and white boys?”

“Uhhh, tits, dick...”

“No, Micheal not physical differences.”

“Then ummm...”

Micheal struggled, “Unmm, white women are more outgoing, more progressive...”

“Keep going, three more.”

“White women are better at being in charge.”

“Two more.”

Then Micheal went blank, between his blacked addiction, low sperm count, and low testosterone Micheal genuinely couldn’t think of any differences besides the physical differences. But even then, Micheal's breasts wouldn’t have supported this claim, nor his perky ass. Unable to name 5 differences Micheal thanked Mr. Jackson before leaving.

“Look into the prostate, Micheal.”

Caroline arrived to pick him up, Michael's prostate was itching to replace his cock.

Therapy the day before had been intense, feminizing, and humiliating that night Micheal rested well dreaming of Caroline and Rachel being violated by big black cocks and that he could jerk off as much as he wanted. He dreamt that he would get close to orgasm, beating his meat then as he was about to cum in his dream he would be jolted awake by the harsh zapping of his electronic chastity cage. Micheal groaned, reeling from the sterilizing shocks.

“Come on silly!” Caroline teased.

Micheal put on his usual androgynous outfit an outfit that discouraged him from trying to look masculine, it would make him look gay, and it would backfire. For that reason, he stuck close to his sister or mother making him appear more feminine, it was a battle not meant to be won.

Tired, shabby-looking, and annoyed Micheal got to the car moments before Caroline, “So, Micheal, are you excited to get the job?”

“Yep!” Micheal tried to be enthusiastic but he couldn’t have given less of a shit and it was for that reason Caroline gave him another shock, “I said yes! Jeez!”

“Look Mikey, I’m trying to get you to realize that you need to show some enthusiasm, so let’s practice. Imagine I’m the boss, you have to sound appealing or else you will lose the chance.”

“Ok, I get it Caroline it’s fine.”

“No, I’m serious, practice with me, you should’ve said yes boss,” then she gave him another zap.

“Yes, boss!”

“And you’re excited?”

“Yes, Caroline.”

He was zapped again, “Yes, boss,” Caroline teased him for the entire ride to the large and ominous building, the same company that had employed Rachel and Caroline and took him up to Trey’s office.

Micheal silently entered with Caroline, “Good morning, Micheal good to see you,” Trey came and shook his hand before giving Caroline a big kiss on the lips. Micheal got flustered as Caroline laughed, “Anything I can do for you before I begin with this little guy?” Trey then put his arm on Micheal as he looked at Caroline.

“Nope, he’s all yours... Oh, take this.”

Caroline handed him the remote to Micheal's electro-chastity cage.

“What’s this?”

“This is Micheal’s behavior button, if he doesn’t follow directions a couple of clicks should straighten him out,” Micheal looked down, embarrassed, feeling more akin to a dog or pet than a human.

“I see, thank you.”

Trey ushered her out before turning to Micheal, “So, let’s get right to it. My assistant will be bringing in the clothes for today, and I already have the camera set up,” Trey explained as he pointed to 3 cameras in the room, “Want to explain this behavior device?”

“Yes sir, I am, it’s for my behavior, it is part of my changes that are needed due to physical abnormalities, not by choice. So my therapist and sister feel it is needed as part of the process it essentially delivers a gentle shock,” he lied, knowing it was quite intense, but not wanting to admit his chaste situation.

“I see, so should this be for small reprimands or occasional larger reprimands?”

“You’re the boss,” Micheal remembered what Caroline said. Be respectful and always listen.

“Good answer, I like you already,” Then the assistant entered the room with a pile of red, pink, and purple clothes. Micheal rolled his eyes seeing the girly colors but then remembered to give it a chance and remembered the money. 30 bucks an hour was a lot even if he was only allowed to spend 5 out of that 30, “Thank you, Denise. Now, Micheal, start with the top one. Changing room is right over there.”

Micheal grabbed the first article of clothing. It was what appeared to be a Woman’s leotard. He ignored this stripping down to his underwear and then putting it on. The purple leotard also had a graphic on the front, a spade , like a deck of cards, thinking nothing of this, he reentered Trey’s modeling studio.

“Ok, now pose!”

Micheal couldn’t think of any pose, so he simply stood there, slightly embarrassed in the revealing clothes.

“Pose, Micheal,” he froze not sure what to do. Then he got zapped as Trey taunted him holding the behavior remote. He then struck a pose that Trey approved of but then just before the picture was taken, Trey stopped, “Are you wearing underwear beneath that? It looks bulky and unprofessional, go change, no underwear.”

Micheal obeyed but got embarrassed when he realized that his cage would now be visible, he returned to the room, defeated.

“Good, now back to that pose, buddy!”

Micheal struck a pose and Trey began to photograph him.

After a few photos, he was instructed to change into the next outfit, This cycle of changing, photographing along with an occasional shock for bad behavior kept Micheal busy as a bee. A red onesie that said “BLM,” thin pink boxers that said “Feminize” that were similar to the Blacked brand, another purple leotard this time with a BLM fist, then there was a skin-tight shirt that said “inferior,” then a pair of booty shorts.

As Micheal posed in the booty shorts, he was immediately reminded of his fam ily making his cock stir but nothing could be done, the cage held firm. He figured that Trey must have understood it was a chastity cage but regardless he was surprised when Trey paused.

“Well, I think that’s good for today but if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to get a few blanks.”

“Sure, tell me what I have to do, sir?”

“Please strip down,”

“Naked sir, I’d rather keep something at least,” Micheal received a firm shock, “Yes sir!” He stripped immediately, revealing the cage.

“Ahhhh what do we have here?”

“I’m sorry sir, I won’t be able to take that off.”

“Oh, I didn’t want you to, quite the opposite, so this is the delivery system for the zapper?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, face forward,” Trey took the photo, grinning.

Micheal looked at it as if it was his mugshot since the job felt more like a prison.

“We could be done for today or we could do some more, we do more than clothing so if you’d like to model anything else let me know?”

“That would be great, sir! The clothes were alright but I think I’d prefer accessories or whatever else you had planned.”

Trey chuckled, "You asked for it," and left the room. He returned with a special collar, pink, plush, soft, stylistic, and truly impressive as an article of clothing despite the unconventionality. The collar had Micheal’s name on it making him feel special to get to wear it. He readily accepted the collar although the click sound of a lock as it cinched around his neck did slightly startle him.

“I want you to kneel on all fours for this last photo, please.”

Micheal obeyed, getting on the ground. Trey snapped some photos of him in this naked, *******, vulnerable state. Then Micheal felt a leash being attached and Trey pulling him into view of the cameras. There he was naked, caged, collared, and leashed by a sturdy black stud (who had been banging his mom.) The camera flashed as Trey chuckled, “This is going in the books,” Micheal blushed as he waited for when he could put on normal clothes again, “I like this pet theme, Micheal, what do you think?”

Micheal, feeling embarrassed and exploited planned to protest but remembered his zaps from before and his sister's advice. “Sir, I think if that is what you want to pursue, then you know what's best.”

“Interesting... Well, in that case, let’s keep going. Let’s start with the limb restraints.” Micheal began to sense trouble as his red flag alarms were ringing but Trey’s presence was like Mr. Jackson’s, Micheal dissolved in the presence of black men. Trey returned with a full rubber gimp suit and suddenly this got intense. Micheal was instructed to put it on and Trey helped, when all was said and done Micheal was now helplessly balanced on his knees and elbows, and photos were taken.

Micheal began to feel unsafe, “Trey sir, do you think I could change now?”

“Nope, I’m sorry but I would like it if you could break in the suit a little more so that it’s more flexible.”

“But sir, it hurts, and...”

“Silence,” Trey shocked his genitals under the rubber suit.

Micheal was quiet he turned away to look out the high windows as he did Trey snuck up and gagged him. Now fully bound in the suit and gagged Micheal was a captive. Trey then tugged the leash forcing Micheal to walk around the studio.

Micheal obeyed out of fear and inferiority to Trey then Micheal’s phone rang. immobilized, he could not answer, so Trey did, “Hello?”

“Trey, where’s Mikey?”

“Ahh, don’t worry Caroline he’s having a great time.”

“Should I come pick him up?”

“Nah, I’ll have a company truck bring him home.”

“That’s so sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing, is Rachel still free tonight, I might swing by?”

Micheal lit up with the idea of Trey pumping his mom. Perhaps this humiliating job was worth it.

“Yep, I’m having someone tonight too it’ll be like a double date!”

Micheal realized Mr. Jackson must be going to ravage his sister aside from Trey taking Rachel but unable to protest and secretly supporting them Micheal stayed silent.

“I’ll be over ASAP," then Trey hung up.

“Gotta go kid, the crew will move you home in a bit!”

Trey then locked Micheal alone in the studio and drove to Micheal's house to get a piece of Rachel leaving Micheal scared and alone.

Micheal tried yelling then quickly two black men arrived in the room with a large rolling platform like a luggage carrier, but it was a cage. The men approached Micheal and were about to put him in the cage when one stopped for a moment, “Think I could give him a spanking or would the boss be mad?”

“As if he could do anything about it,” the workers laughed as one of them grabbed a wooden board off of Trey’s desk and spanked Micheal several times. Micheal yelped into his gagged and teared up as the workers laughed louder by the minute. After ten minutes of spankings him the workers stopped when one received a call.

“Crap, it’s the boss! He must have seen us on the cameras.”

“Well then pick it up dumb ass!”

The main worker answered the phone, “Boss?”

“Hey Antonio, are you guys still moving the product?”

“Yep, why?”

“I forgot a special remote that is essential to the product, please bring it when you deliver the product.”

Micheal realized he was the product, as one worker scooped him up and put him in the rolling cage while the other found the remote to Michael's cage. They moved him to the freight elevator to take him to the truck when one of them pressed the button. Micheal yelped as one of the workers realized it must have caused him a little harm.

Then he took the remote to prove it, sending more and more zaps and shocks deep into Micheal's genitals, frying them alive.

Micheal banged against the cage but could barely move in the rubber suit as they put him in the back of the truck. It was hard to know where they were going but when they stopped Micheal knew they were at his home. Micheal prayed for the salvation of what awaited him inside as the workers slowly pushed the rolling cage through the garage.

Michael remained immobilized until the workers removed him from the cage and stripped him down to just his cage and collar then left Michael shivering in his nudity. He timidly turned the door handle scared to see what was unfolding inside.

As he turned the corner into the dining room from the small entry room connecting to the garage he was shocked to see Mr. Jackson, Trey, Rachel, and Caroline all together but his shock was not from some sexual act but the lack thereof they were not fucking, they were eating a fine dinner that Rachel had cooked the table was set with candles and fine china. Michael was honestly saddened but quickly set into action by the laughs prompted by Trey and Mr. Jackson.

“Come in, Micheal,” Mr. Jackson said as Michael covered his caged crotch and walked into full view, “Come on, we’ve all seen it, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Michael blushed but secretly favored Mr. Jackson’s commands above all others. Then he revealed the cage as Rachel continued her conversation with Trey. Caroline was also talking with Mr. Jackson surprising Michael with how open they seemed to all be, “So, Michael,” Trey began to speak as everyone listened in, “I have heard from your mother about your particular fascination with certain sexual facets.”

“Yes, sir?”

“And Caroline has shared some of your therapeutic information and I must say I’m intrigued and also proud of you, a good person for doing what is right.”

Michael loved the praise he was getting, something he had often failed to see was a tactic for complicity.

“So, I have a proposal. You will get to watch Caroline and Rachel take our satisfying, impressive, elegant manhoods. However, the entire time you will be forced to endure your cage and the shocks it will deliver, and in exchange, Mr. Jackson has suggested we give you a special toy to aid in your pleasure but one that wouldn’t involve your silly white worm and for fun we’ll add a couple electrodes directly onto those testicles as well.”

Michael listened, this was his purpose, he was finally going to get to see an event he could only have dreamed of.

“So to prevent that silly white krill from getting stimulated Mr. Jackson has decided that you will get an anal toy to help with a prostate orgasm.”

Michael didn’t react negatively despite not being particularly interested he didn’t think the toy would work but was open to trying it because a black man told him so, “Yes sir, it is generous of you.”

“The last thing, we need you to agree to something you may consider extreme.”

“What might that be, sir?”

As Michael and Trey continued talking Caroline, Rachel, and Mr. Jackson left the room to get ready for the sexfest.

“Well, Mr. Jackson suggested that you go ahead with a castration.”

“What!”

“Listen Michael your sperm however few are left have a chance to become a white man which could become racist. Don’t you want to support a more diverse and accepting future? Do you see yourself using them, I believe some hospitals give credit for organ donors.”

Michael paused, “But sir, I love my balls, I mean, imagine if you lose yours.”

Trey laughed from his gut at this remark then patted his leg to imply for Michael to sit on his lap. Michael shyly listened and sat on his lap unloosened Trey's belt and unbuttoned his pants and out of it emerged a large baseball bat thick 12-inch BBC equipped with 2 billiard ball-sized testicles, “Go ahead, give it a feel. Then tell me why I deserve my balls and why you don’t deserve yours.”

Michael was hypnotized by the giant baton of a cock. He carefully felt the hairy massive balls and pondered for a moment feeling his balls under the micro chastity cage. Then an idea struck him without balls he could lose the cage since it wouldn’t work without his balls. Then even if he couldn’t jerk off as often he would still be free, “Well sir, you deserve those to plant black seeds deep in a woman, I don’t deserve mine because they are a vessel for racism, xenophobia, and hate.”

“Very good, tonight will be your last salute to your balls, we’ll have the surgery done ASAP.”

Michael left the room and slowly went upstairs to see the other three naked, with Caroline sucking Mr. Jackson’s impressive 10-inch cock. Mr. Jackson was muscled AF everywhere and yet still lean. Micheal looked at his thin feminine frame with disgust and anger as he noticed a chair in the corner. On it was a large black dildo not as big as either of the real black cocks that were present it was still impressive at about 8 inches, “The lube is there,” Rachel said.

Michael slowly lowered himself onto the dildo, it was huge, uncomfortable to the point of being painful as he sat still trying to adjust as he tried to enjoy the blacking he was watching,
“Ahhyii,” Michael flinched as the cage began zapping aggressively.

“Remember, part of the deal.”

Michael squirmed in pain which in turn jiggled the dildo lightly inside him leading to a pleasant feeling. Then Trey joined them, Trey and Mr. Jackson sat facing Michael each with a remote in hand. Mr. Jackson pressed his stopping the zapping. Then Caroline and Rachel slowly faced Michael and backed up their pussies into the massive black cocks as Trey hit his remote and activated the dildo's vibrations. It was at that moment Michael was gone his conscious mind forever altered as his prostate got aroused sending him to heaven. Pre-cum immediately pumped steady from him and then the zapping resumed but now, not only was Michael getting addicted to anal pleasure he was beginning to associate being shocked with deep pleasure.

The girls rode hard and long bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, as Michael subliminally picked up on this he tried to model their actions. He loved the sight of their pure white skin being impaled by dark meat swords and their faces of orgasmic delight justified the invasion to Michael. He was now pumping out ropes of watery pathetic half cum void of any nutrients. The sight of this put Caroline over the edge of orgasm as she laughed into a pillow as Mr. Jackson kept pumping her now slow body. Soon after Rachel was put over by Trey and she too shut down from the insane pleasure. Michael watched intently as their limp bodies got pumped by these studs until they erupted in massive orgasms filling Rachel and Caroline like how an Italian chef would fill a cannoli full of rich white cream to the brim.

“Well Michael, you better eat all that semen before you get an unexpected relative,” Trey joked as the men left the room leaving Michael to the helpless task of cleaning out his fam ily.

Trey and Mr. Jackson watched a ball game as Caroline and Rachel twitched from the intense experience. Michael got off the dildo and quickly picked at the cum in their pussies like a vulture looking for food. He ate as much as he could enjoying the taste and clearing out as much as possible. Then Michael took his chair and retreated to his room to watch some comforting Blacked videos as his cage began zapping again. Hey, at least it was some form of stimulation. Rachel and Caroline fell asleep bent over on the bed still filled with African marinade, soon enough the house was asleep in anticipation of the big days ahead.