Dark Therapy

Why did James allow himself to submit so quickly and so willingly? He found himself folding to demands too quickly in his day-to-day life, letting others take advantage of him. Now here he was, his hole filled, stuffed to the brim. He wasn't forced to be here, but his body felt far too heavy; the weight and heft of the humming instrument inside of him kept his hips in place; and the headset covering his eyes and ears felt far too heavy. He could protest; his mouth was not gagged. One word, and he could leave if they would let him, but doesn't it matter to try? No, he was here to get better, and Dr. Nicole offered him salvation from his woes, and he was far too desperate to be free of those isolating feelings. That was the reason.

He did nothing but focus on the footage being beamed into his eyes. The prospect of an interracial breeding session burned into his retinas. He saw a tall and powerful-looking black man who hung in a way that could not be real. This black man's dick made James's own a pinprick in comparison. The man was not alone, as coming into frame was a buxom woman with hair that bordered on platinum and silver; she wore lingerie, but her adornments were so small and tight that she might as well have been naked herself; band-aids would have covered more of her than the sparse bra and slight thong.

"You ready to get that good dick bitch?" The dark man asked almost rhetorically. The woman wasted no time getting on her knees as she began to salivate and press her nose against his sack. In those few moments, she basked in his masculinity before beginning her worship of kissing and licking in adoration. The lurid display just for this black God was shown to James, and it made his little nub stand out. She pressed her pillowy lips against his tip and began to take him all in, his size bulging her throat. When it seemed to choke her and cause her pain, she could do nothing more than just look up with love at her master with all 14 inches inside of her. Her make-up ran down her face as her eyes teared up from gagging. She kept looking as if not her throat were the object of pleasure, but her expression was.

James watched; he could do nothing but watch as she gagged and sucked like a whore for him, rode him, let him push her down, and breed her fast and hard before finally dumping his fat seed inside of her well-used pussycat. "God, I'm so glad I left my wimp of a white boyfriend for you; you know how to really fuck a lady~". That should have stung, but James could see the truth laid out before him.

It wasn't the last of these images—different scenes with the same context of white women getting glazed and filled with water washed over him. The closer he paid attention, the greater his pleasure, and as the instrument inside him hummed louder and stronger, the deeper he fell into this abyss. James was a drooling mess as he blindly started to dribble out of his little cock, spending what strength he could muster on one pathetic load. Closing his eyes, the exhaustion taking over, he collapsed. The files kept playing in his unconscious state—black breeding, something he could never measure up to.

A sudden jolt of pain hit him as he felt the spade inside of him being pulled away, his ass suckling it, not wanting to let it go. An audible pop sounded as the object gaping in his insides was forcefully removed, making him feel empty inside. He could no longer hear or see the interracial breeding sessions; had it been an hour?

"You can take that off now. You're clearly receptive to the treatment." The voice was Dr. Nicole, his *therapist*. James brought his weak arms up and wrapped his hands around the headset to lift it off, but he was almost blinded by how bright and white the room around him was. He was still in that office, but it felt like he was being flashed with headlights.

"What's going on? Dr. Nicole, what was that for?" James squeaked out as he looked at her. She was no longer wearing the tight suit that clung to her body tightly; she looked much more dangerous and fit for a BDSM session than a consultation. A black corset, matching pants, and thigh-high boots marked a startling change in appearance, but James' eyes were drawn to a distinctive mark on her neck he had not noticed before; it looked like a spade, like you'd see in a set of playing cards with a "Q" in the center.

"Little white bitches who don't understand their place are drawn here. Though we've had our eye on you for a while now, We're on the lookout for people who need to be corrected and put on the right path. Racists like you, I mean." She said that she was looking at James as if he were a worm.

"Racist? No, I couldn't be; I've never done anything racist in my life!" James protested.

"Really, you kept a beautiful lady placid and chained for years, and when she finally opened her eyes, you felt entitled to those feelings you had when you were together. You were supposed to suffer through it and accept it for what it was; instead, you ended up here." The clinic was watching James.

"How much do you know about me?" He asked with growing concern.

"Well, we know that while you aren't exactly the conservative type, you do nothing about those around you. You know your father thinks of his betters as subhumans, and you say nothing in protest." She knew about his ******. "Don't worry though, we certainly won't tell them about this little exploit ourselves; that's a promise, not that a piece of trash like you deserves it." She hated him, his therapist hated him, and still he did not leave.

"We will give you relief, so long as you accept these feelings and let them wash over you. When you do, you'll find your life much more pleasurable in your place." She moved to her desk and pressed a button linked to an intercom. "You can tell Darius that he's free to come in." Darius? There was something deep in James's stomach that began to well as he turned to the door and saw a familiar face. It was the first man he saw in the footage, the *Dark God*, who took control over all of the white meat, using it for his pleasure.

"Well, Nicole, look at this fuckable piece of ass; you have him on hormones already?" Darius asked, inspecting James like a cow at an auction. Darius was clothed in a black robe that fit him snuggly—a bit too snuggly, as James could not help but eye the bulge of this black man's crotch.

"Would you be surprised if I said no? This little fag comes like this out of the package," Nicole responded. They were talking about James, but he felt like he wasn't really there; he didn't protest; he was not in a position to.

"Well, James, part two of our program is exposure therapy; after all, to cure that racist mind of yours, you need to face your fears head-on." Nicole watched as Darius approached the couch where James was sitting. "I'm not sure if... if this is..."

It was sudden, a hand wrapped around James's throat, lifting him up, choking him, and pinning him to the nearby wall with a powerful slam. He felt the wind leave his body. "Black men are stronger and much more violent than weak little white boi's; you need to be roughed up in a realistic situation; know how it feels to be oppressed." Nicole watched this with rapt attention.

"Let's see how you handle this." Darius loosened his grip but wound back and socked James in the gut, forcing the boy to immediately wheeze and crumple over in pain, his body on the floor, only able to look up in pain at this dark master. Darius pressed his bare foot against James's forehead, forcing his eyes up further. "If you don't want me to kick the shit out of you, kiss the feet of your master," Darius demanded. James could not handle it; he felt like he would really die if this man wound up with a kick, and so he immediately obeyed, kissing the feet of his superior. "Quick learner," Darius remarked as he looked down at James, who was unable to do much more than kiss and peck at his foot.

"I know this is work, but you're such a turn-on~ Just seeing you choke that little bitch got me all wet." Her arousal was heavy in her words; seeing James submit was bringing her pleasure.

"I'm going to fuck this white bitch; you're going to watch me knock her up, and you're going to do whatever th' fuck I say, white boy." Darius stomped James in the face once, pressing the boy's face into the ground.

"Yes, sir, anything! I promise!" James yelled out.

"This is part two; you've already had your first encounter, but now you need to understand where you lie in the gene pool, outside of it." Nicole sat her fat, pillowy ass on top of her desk as she ******* herself further. "The footage we showed you won't compare to the real thing; we're going to give you your new favorite pastime, and when we're done with you, those feelings you had about... what was her name again? Those will be replaced with adoration for the Black New World Order."

James nodded. This was the first time he had heard of that; it sounded familiar to him. This was the truth of the clinic: all those men and women waiting outside those doors were all going to get beaten, fucked, and washed with black supremacy, just like him.

James's blonde hair was roughly tugged as Darius dragged James up, dragging the boy painfully right next to Nicole's desk. "I bet you want this black dick, but it's not for you tonight, but you got a set of fuckable lips on you so you can get me ready." Darius disrobed, revealing his dark ebony body, his strong physique, and the very big black cock he had. "Worship it, you little piece of trash, unless you want me to fuck your throat raw," Darius threatened. James obliged; he weakly crawled up, holding Darius's knees with his hands, to climb closer before getting slapped hard. "Nah, no hands; dumb fucking bitches don't need to put their hands on me," Darius yanked James up so that the white boy could face that cock.

"Well, James, you've seen the footage; get to work!" Nicole ordered.

The smell was just as he imagined—overpowering, a deep musk. James's lips quivered as he pressed them against the tip. God, he could hardly fit the thing in his mouth. Amateurishly, he sucked and rolled his tongue around it. Getting it harder, it pulsed against his soft lips. He ran his lips up and down the sides of his lips, getting them ready. James did as instructed; this was his new God. Sucking those nuts, swelling with seed, and pressing his nose against them, it took over him. Against his better judgment, he returned to the tip and forced his mouth open, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. He was a natural, getting inch after inch inside of him. There was no way he could fit the full mast in there, but choking as he was, he looked up at Darius. It was love.

Gagging, spitting, and choking, James was the whore he needed to be. A rough slap knocked him out of his reverence. "Damn bitch, you must really want my nut; you'll get it soon. Now watch. Watch the ********; you're a part of this now." ********? James was cockdrunk, but even he thought that it was a strange thing to bring up. "That's right, bitch, white ********; you fuckers don't get to fuck any more; we're breeding you out." Darius slapped his cock down against Nicole's waiting wet hole; it was slick and inviting as she moved her pants to the side for him.

"That's right, James, women are black only, and you need to be a part of that." Nicole sounded hungry as she invited Darius inside.

"Oh! Oh, fuck, you're big! Yesss!" Nicole moaned out as inch after inch pushed inside. His insane girth filled this woman in a way James never could. "Fuck me! Show this little white fucker what it means to be on top!" Nicole yelled out as Darius began to thrust into her. The sight of this breeding filled James's vision, and the wet and powerful slapping of every pump as his thick nuts clapped against her ass filled the room. Nicole was nothing more than white fuckmeat now; all of her authority as a therapist and as a doctor faded away and was replaced by her moans of rapt pleasure.

"GOD YES! BLACK IS BETTER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! BLA~AAAAH~CK IS BETTER!" Her legs went up high as Darius anchored his arms against them to swing his hips back for long, hard thrusts. It was hypnotic watching Nicole get bred; her womb was nothing more than a receptacle for Darius's black seed.

"God, this fuckin' white pussy belongs to me! Fucking slut, eyy, make yourself useful, or I'm going to fucking stomp on you."

Darius looked back at James, his arousal mixed with fear. How could James help? Darius was already fucking Nicole harder than James could ever hope to; he couldn't make Nicole feel better. He watched as Darius kept swinging his hips back, his perfectly muscled black ass shimmering in the light of the office. His perfect ass... James got closer, and with no hesitation, he pressed his face up against Darius's cheeks and rimmed him. Suckling, kissing, slobbering, and running his lips and tongue for his master's pleasure. Darius grunted in approval, speeding up. He was going at it for what felt like an age, time slowing as James's worshipped his God's hole.

"I'm going to knock you up! Here it comes, bitch!" Darius went harder than ever, rocking the desk and getting close to breaking it.

"YES! YES! I'M YOUR SLUT! WHITES ARE SLUTS FOR YOU! Just give me your cue! I NEED IT!" She took her legs from his grip and wrapped them around Darius's waist as he forced his entire girth inside, painting this woman's womb white with his thick load.

"Damn bitch, fuck... You're a real slut, in and out of hours, fuck."

The black master was exhausted; he pulled out and shot a second load across her chest, dirtying her corset. All through that, James did not stop rimming for even a second, still making love to that godly asshole. Jolted out of his trance by his hair being tugged again, James was tossed to the side. "Damn, this little white boy has potential. I can count on both hands the number of little fags I've stomped the fuck out in this office, but it looks like we're keepin' you around this time, so much as I'd enjoy putting another white boy in the ground." Darius moved to pick up his robe to make his exit. He looked back at the sight of the well-fucked woman and the pathetic little cuck; it was almost worth all the years of discrimination.

"Eat up, cucky." Nicole tugged at James with her toes, pulling him to her well-worn pussycat. As instructed, James lapped and licked, swallowing that deep and thick load. The taste was not what he expected, but he found himself desiring it more and more. "Well, it looks like you're receptive enough for phase three; we're going to get you nice and branded, and then you'll be ready to be another little agent, teaching cucks like you their place and women the truth they've been blind to." Nicole reached over the side of her desk and pulled out a pack of cigarettes as her wet cunt was being tongued. She lit one up, inhaling and dashing the ashes on James's head. "You're going to be a good little race traitor, aren't you?" She asked.

"Yes, I'll do anything." James meekly responded, returning to his sole duty tonight, eager to follow up.