White male in a Fam ily of booty shorts seeks therapy for porn addiction.
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 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.
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