Cooper Meets his New Therapist Pt. 02

All Characters in this work of fiction are 18+

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Part 2

The therapist's office was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Soft lamplight cast a golden glow over the room, illuminating a plush couch and a well-worn armchair. Shelves lined with books on psychology and human nature stood neatly against the walls, interspersed with small, comforting trinkets--a potted plant, a framed quote, and a ticking clock. A box of tissues sat within easy reach, an unspoken acknowledgment of vulnerability. The air smelled faintly of leather, soothing and familiar.

A large cabinet sat in the corner with a wall covered in certifications and degrees. They all read Shawn Williams, the doctor he was waiting on. There were so many letters following the man's name: ABPP, LPC, LMHC in BNWO.

Cooper sat nervously in Dr. Williams' office, his hands fidgeting with the edges of his shirt. It had been two weeks since his first session with the black doctor, a session that had left him changed for good. He had been put into chastity, a device that he found both frustrating and erotically charged. Today, Dr. Williams wanted to follow up on how he was doing.

His heart jumped as the door opened but much to his dismay, it was the blonde receptionist who had checked him in earlier. She was nice enough but she had practically drowned him while he waited in the lobby for thirty minutes giving him a cup of water after a cup of water from the massive water dispenser near the door.

"Cooper, the doctor will be with you shortly, but he wanted me to get you as he wants to meet in another room. If you would come with me." The receptionist moved back outside the door. Cooper stood reluctantly. The cage pulled against his balls. He winced. Even after two weeks, he wasn't used to the metal cage. He followed the tall woman into the bright hall as she moved two doors down. "Here we are." The woman opened the large door and stood aside for Cooper to enter.

"Thank you." The man muttered, "Is there any chance I could run to the restroom really quick?"

"Unfortunately, they are being repaired right now. The plumber got here just after you entered Dr. Williams's office. Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly." She said as she pushed the door shut behind him. Before Cooper could say a word, the woman was gone.

The man was a little taken aback by the new office space. The new office felt artificial, almost surreal. There wasn't much to the space other than a floor lamp, a small cabinet, and two chairs that rested across from one another. Everything was made of plastic and rubber, smooth and cold to the touch. The walls were bare, a uniform off-white, devoid of warmth or personality. A rubber plant sat in the corner, its leaves stiff and dust-free, too perfect to be real. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, sterile and unwelcoming. The plush carpeting of the previous office was removed for an almost plush rubber mat that extended from corner to corner. Cooper moved in further a little unsure of the space. Before he had a chance to get situated the door opened again.

"Cooper!" Dr. Williams began, his voice deep and authoritative. Shutting the door, he gestured for Cooper to take the far seat opposite the lamp. He didn't hesitate. After his last session he didn't want to disobey the man, "You seem tense. How have you been feeling since our last session?"

Cooper squirmed in his seat. His eyes fell to the massive lanyard of keys that fell from the dark-skinned man's neck. One of those countless keys belonged to the cage he now wore on his small dick, "I've been... fine. The chastity device is uncomfortable, but I've gotten used to it... sorta."

Dr. Williams raised an eyebrow. Cooper felt his throat go dry as he stared at the doctor. The man sure had a way of taking his breath away. Dr. Williams moved to the singular large cabinet in the door and opened the door. Copper couldn't see inside but the doctor tossed a notebook into the darkness. "Just uncomfortable? Or is there something else you're not telling me?"

Cooper hesitated before admitting, "I'm horny, Doc. Really horny."

A smirk played on Dr. Williams' lips as he looked back at the man, "Have you been watching your typical interracial porn?" Cooper hesitated to answer, "Come on, Cooper you know this is a safe space. There is no judgment here."

"I have." The man looked down embarrassingly at the floor.

"Good." The doctor said, "Now stand-up Cooper I want to take a look at the cage." The white man hesitated, "Now." Dr. Williams said with a growl. Cooper immediately took to his feet and began unbuckling his belt. As he slowly began removing his shoes and pants he watched as the therapist did the same.

Cooper felt his breath give way as the doctor's thick, dark thighs came into view. The man's legs were nearly as thick as his entire body. He didn't know why he was also stripping but after the last session, he knew the man's therapy techniques were very unconventional.

The doctor looked over at the man, "Strip completely." He ordered. Cooper began to remove his shirt as well. Dr. Williams waved his hand in the air gesturing for the man to bring his close to him. The doctor tossed them in the cabinet. From this vantage point, Cooper could see numerous boxes inside the cabinet, along with a few upright folders, and some other items.

Cooper moved back away from the doctor, his naked body on full display. He still felt a sense of shame standing naked before the therapist. Dr. Williams was unfaced. He took off his own shirt with the lanyard of keys and tossed them in the cabinet as well. By the time he was down the doctor was down to a pair of pale orange boxer briefs that barely concealed the massive snake that seemed to almost wrap around his entire right thigh.

Cooper gulped at the site of the massive tool. He had had the opportunity to feel the full power of that beast during his last appointment. It had been two weeks, and he was sure his hole still wasn't fully healed.

"Tell me, Cooper, do you still believe that white men are better at sex than black men?" The doctor closed the cabinet and moved back to the chair nearest the lamp. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the chair across from him. Without a word, Cooper followed orders and sat. The caged dick popped as it hit the plastic chair. The sudden jolt caused Cooper's bladder to jerk. That damn receptionist and her closed bathroom was killing him.

Cooper felt a pang of embarrassment as he felt the man's eyes move over his pale frame. "I don't know, Doc. I guess I'm not sure what to think."

"Even after having your tiny white dicklete locked all these weeks and watching nothing a bunch of white boys getting nailed by black men, you still think you could compete?" He asked.

"Well... I mean..." Cooper stuttered trying to find his words, "I still watch straight porn sometimes. I mean it's hard to find white men fucking women but... I try..."

"Are you still feeling inadequate?" The doctor interrupted.

Cooper didn't know what he had come back to this man. He stared the doctor down, but the black man was unphased. He knew why he had come back. The therapist had the key to this entrapment. He didn't want to be here. Not really.

"Listen, doctor...." Cooper took a deep breath. He couldn't be afraid of this man if he had any hope of getting what he wanted, "I just came back for this session because I don't feel it's working for me. I don't feel this is the right technique..." His words seemed to trickle off as the therapist just watched him quietly.

"And yet you came back."

"I came back because I needed you to unlock me." Cooper gestured to the cabinet that held the key to his freedom.

"I see." Dr. Williams seemed to contemplate the man's words for a moment, "You know you could have easily called the police or the fire station, they could have found a way to free you without returning here, a place you clearly feel unease with."

"That..." Cooper paused, "That would have been humiliating."

"Fine, fine." Shawn waved his hand through the air, "I will let you out and you don't even have to see me again."

"Really!" Cooper said with almost a little too much excitement.

"Of course. I'm not kidnapping you. Therapy is a choice. There are just a few exit interview questions I'd like to ask before you head out." Dr. Williams added, "If you don't mind, of course." The massive black man's abs flexed as he leaned back in his seat. Cooper's eyes fell on the massive pectorals that seemed to sway like an ocean in front of him. Those two perfect, dark nipples seemed to watch him as intently as the doctor's eyes. Cooper felt his dick begin to strain against its cage.

"I... I guess I can do that."

"Great!" Dr. Williams said, "To start, have you cum in your cage at all over these two weeks?"

"Dr. Williams... I don't feel..."

"Have you?" He repeated with a much sterner voice.

"A few days after I left the office, I was watching porn and..."

"Interracial fag porn?" The doctor interjected.

"Yes." Cooper cooperated. He just wanted out of here. "I couldn't jerk off obviously but I couldn't stop watching. Hours passed... I don't even know how long. I rubbed the cage. I don't know. That doesn't make sense... but eventually I..."

"Dribbled through the bars?" Dr. Williams finished. Cooper nodded. "I see. Okay. Next question. Have you told anyone you were caged?"

'No!" Cooper almost shouted. He had barely left the house for anything other than work. He felt like everyone could someone how see the thing through his pants. Even while he was at work, he found himself walking slightly bent forward as if it someone pulled the cage and his bulge back. He never thought he'd find himself trying to hide the print his dick made.

"I see." Dr. Williams adjusted in his chair. His massive thighs parted further causing the huge python trapped in the orange fabric to flex and move. Cooper felt his mouth water, but he stayed silent. "Tell me Cooper, how do you piss in that thing?" Dr. Williams asked. Cooper stared at him for a moment. God damn, he needed to piss so bad but he didn't know how to answer, "What? I don't know. I've never worn one myself. They don't make them this big." He said with a chuckle. He gripped the massive bulge that stretched over his thigh creating a hill-sized lump.

"Well... I have to sit." Cooper responded, "The first time or two I straddled the toilet because I didn't know what I was doing..."

"Impossible." Shawn almost laughed, "You don't need to sit to piss. Stand up!" The doctor almost shouted.

Cooper followed the man's orders. How long would it be before he gave him back the key? He was only a few feet away from the cabinet, but he didn't dare try and attempt to get the lanyard himself. The doctor stared him down.

"Dr. Williams, I answered your questions. Can I please have the key back now, please?" Cooper begged. The dark-skinned doctor just looked at him unmoving. His eyes started at the man's smaller feet and moved up his slightly hairy body to the black metal cage encasing his small white dick. A small set of balls poked out from the back end of the circular ring that held on the device.

"Piss for me." The doctor said plainly as if he was asking the man his name.

"What?" Cooper felt his voice crack as the word left his mouth.

"I said piss for me." The Doctor leaned forward in the chair, "You said you couldn't stand to piss. Show me."

"I meant I couldn't stand to piss over a toilet because I can't exactly direct the stream!" Cooper explained. It was time for him to get out of here. He felt an energy I his body command his legs to move to the cabinet and yet he couldn't manage to make the movement happen.

"I said piss for me, Cooper." Dr. Williams persisted. Cooper stared at the doctor waiting for him to say he was just joking but there was nothing. The man felt like he stood there forever as the therapist just waited.

"You want he to piss..." Cooper repeated. He could feel his full bladder seem to ready itself without the permission of his own mind, "Just piss... right here."

"Right here." Shawn crossed his arms over his body. Cooper watched as the massive dark pillows at his chest moved in shape to accommodate the two muscle arms taking up the room. The caged man looked at the plastic-covered floor. Was that why this room looked like this? He couldn't believe what he was being asked to do, "You want your key back don't you?"

He did want the key back. Cooper looked up to the paneled ceiling. He wasn't ready for this but what other choice did he have? Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he willed his body to let go.

Shawn watched as a few drips of piss immerged from the cage and dripped onto the plastic floor. Slowly the dripped turned into a wind blast as the stream of urine grew and collided with the metal of the cage.

Cooper's piss seemed to spray out in all directions as his bladder slowly relieved itself. He could see the man's face flushing in embarrassment as his own urine began to run down his legs and pool at his feet. Dr. Williams smiled. The whiteness of his teeth seemed to glow against the darkness of his skin. His receptionist had certainly kept him hydrated like he had asked.

"Enough." He called out. Cooper felt his bladder pull back and he stopped mid-stream. He felt a feeling of relief overtake him. He wasn't empty but he had needed that badly even if it was in the middle of some man's office. Dr. Williams got to his feet. The center of the floor where Cooper stood was covered in the pale yellow liquid droplets of urine had been cast out in all directions from the patient as the cage had taken control.

The man laughed and suddenly Cooper was brought back to reality. He had just pissed all over himself in the middle of his therapist's office. Running his hand back through his hair he sighed. Again, he found himself in a reality he hadn't imagined.

That was when his eyes fell on Shawn's hands pulling down the last bit of fabric concealing the massive cock underneath. He watched as inch by inch of the massive black 14-inch snake emerged from captivity.

Cooper felt his heart pounding as Dr. Williams lifted his leg and pulled the frail orange boxer briefs from his body. The massive black tool swung hypnotizingly through the air. His hole seemed to pulse at the site of the thing.

"That was a pathetic display!" The doctor said taking his cock into his hand. Pulling back the dark hood of his bulging cock he exposed the deep purple head beneath. Without a warning, Cooper watched as a massive stream of piss spilled out like water from a hose, "Now this is a piss stream, faggot!"

Dr. Williams directed the massive cock to Cooper's feet. Instinctively he tried to move back but the doctor growled forcing him to stay.

"Wha... what... what are you doing?" The man stuttered as his therapist's piss was moving up his legs. Stopping at Cooper's knees Shawn's stream subsided. Cooper let out a sigh of relief.

"Down on your knees." The therapist ordered. Cooper felt his heart almost leap from his chest. This wasn't happening! He looked around the room and for e moment actually believed he was going to make a run for it and just couldn't find the will. "Down. On. Your. Knees." The doctor commanded, each word louder than the last.

"Sir... I... I... can't" Cooper felt his dignity leaving his body. Shawn wasn't about to repeat himself a third time and Cooper knew that. Whining under his breath, Cooper lowered himself to the ground. As he kneeled, he felt his knees land in the small pool of urine beneath him.

Dr. Williams stepped forward, his dick still in hand. Cooper stared at the bulbous head directed right at him. He felt his mouth water. It had been two weeks since that massive rod had defiled his ass and here, now he could feel his hole begging for it to return. Looking up to the massive man lording above him he felt his heart flutter.

"Fuck..." Shawn muttered to himself, and he let his piss flow again. Cooper's body jerked as the stream collided with his chest. He kneeled there awkwardly as the black man above him guided the stream from shoulder to shoulder and down his chest as if writing on the man's body.

Cooper felt the warm liquid trickle down his pale body mixing with his own piss at his knees. The smell was so musky it was almost intoxicating. He felt as if the urine seemed to call him to follow suit. Cooper felt his own bladder give way and his piss begin to pick up again, spraying in a carousel around the floor.

"No one told you to piss again!" Shawn shouted. Cooper felt a hand collide with his face knocking him over. His body slid as it collided with the urine-covered surface causing Dr. Williams to laugh.

'I'm so sorry, sir!" Cooper called out. He pressed his hand to the floor trying to lift himself up but was unable to. Suddenly he felt the therapist's hand run through his hair grabbing and yanking him up to his knees.

"I thought wallowing around in something like piss would be too much, even for you, white boy!" The doctor shoved his dick at the man's face. Cooper instinctively opened his mouth as the doctor began forcing the massive black snake in, "I should have expected it honestly, you bitches will do anything for black meat!"

Cooper began gagging on the impaling rod. He could feel the soft flesh slowly begin to thicken and grow. His eyes widened as the taste of the residual piss overtook his senses. He thought he was going to puke but he tried his best to hold it back. He knew the black man would kill him if he vomited all over his dick.

Growling, "Take it, Cooper," he said. "Take it all."

Cooper put more of Dr. Williams' cock in his mouth in an attempt to comply, his gag reflexes taking over. The sheer enormity of it stretched his lips to their limit, and he could feel the veins and the heat overtaking his throat once again.

A familiarity ran through his veins and for the first time in two weeks, Cooper felt like he was home!

In order to give Cooper time to catch his breath, Dr. Williams pulled out. Before he could object, the doctor pushed the cock back down the white man's throat after he coughed and choked. "White boy, that's it. You're doing good!"

Cooper's eyes were tearing as he glanced up at Dr. Williams. He could feel his dick straining against the cage. Even though it was wrong, it felt so wonderful to be back here again! As the dark manhood fucked at Cooper's throat, he whimpered around it.

An unfamiliar groan escaped Shawn's plump lips. Cooper's eyes grew big as he felt a warm liquid begin to fill his mouth and throat. Suddenly he tried to pull back but Dr. Williams' hands locked firmly on his skull.

Cooper tried to swallow as the disgusting musky flavor overtook his sense of taste. Piss began to spurt out of the corners of his mouth. Unphased, Dr. Williams sighed softly like a man letting his piss go at a public urinal.

As the taller man threatened to drown him, the white man moaned loudly. Cooper dug his fingers against the plastic floor desperately trying to pull himself away. The piss felt like it was filling his lungs.

"Cooper, do you like that? Are you enjoying my piss?" Dr. Williams laughed He didn't need the patient's answer. For a brief moment, he removed his dick from Cooper's throat. The white man flailed, free from the man's massive rod. As he coughed up piss, Dr. William's moved the plastic chair to Cooper's back. He jerked the man's head back against the plastic seat. Using the surface for support he shoved the 14 inches back down the man's throat before he'd had a chance to regain his composure.

He then started power-housing Cooper's throat like a pussy while keeping the white man's head horizontal. Cooper's arms flailed wildly in search of some sort of freedom, but he only covered his body in more piss.

Finally, Dr. William's let him go. Cooper's body pushed back the chair, and he collapsed in the ever growing pool of piss.

"You see the power of a black dick? Nd you doubt this shit?" Dr. Williams asked. Cooper looked up at him, unable to speak, his throat still trying to regain control as a strange combination of saliva and piss trickled down the sides of his face.

The doctor looked over his patient's exposed body, and the tiny white two-inch numb locked away. Though it wasn't accessible he knew that shrimp dick was hard as fuck. "I can see why you feel so weak and pathetic compared to us," Shawn said, laughing.

Feeling as though his throat was closing in on himself, Cooper couldn't take his eyes off the enormous black cock swinging through the air, shining in his spit and piss. The room smelled rank as the cocktail of their creation filled the air.

Shawn grabbed Cooper's entire caged dick in one of his hands. He tried to lift the man up from the pool of piss with his locked dick, Cooper let out a whimper.

Dr. Williams cackled, "How can you look at this locked-up Vienna sausage and think white race will continue breeding? Do you really still believe you are useful as anything other than a hole?"

"D-oct-er... please " Cooper practically choked up the words. The doctor pulled at his junk again causing his patient to jerk in pain,

"Fucking hilarious, faggot!" Dr. Williams let the small dick go

"Please...." Cooper muttered.

"Cooper, you came to me in support and aid in your time of need." Dr. Williams said. Grabbing Cooper by the piss-filled hair he lifted him to his feet. The man struggled to get up as he slipped in the urine beneath him. "You are still fighting back! But I'm not surprised. People don't want to change. But I'm here to help! Now, let's see if you can take more now. Lean over the chair."

Shawn let go of his hair. Cooper raised his head, anticipation shining in his eyes. He was afraid to death to take the man's massive rod again, but his hole twitched in excitement. Like a dog following a command, Cooper moved over the back of the plastic chair, spreading his legs as wide as he could. His pink hole was positioned at the doctor's dick.

"There we go, Cooper!" Dr. William's laughed. His dick bounded through the air as he moved closer to the small entry, "You're starting to learn! Your hole has been begging for this hasn't it?"

Cooper's muscles tensed in as he felt the tip of the monstrous dick position itself at his hole. He wanted this so bad! He needed it! But it still scared him. Dr. Williams' would show no mercy.

Cooper exclaimed, "Oh, God," as the enormous cock widened his hole. Cooper's body jolted back against the couch, his fingers clutching the cushions. "It's huge!"

Doctor Williams laughed. "Your hole remembers it, I'm sure! Let's now test your tolerance for this large black cock, is it any better than last time?"

As the doctor's supportive and caring expression vanished, Cooper's suffering intensified. The huge cock started to ruthlessly take over his hole. The enormous fourteen-inch rod felt like a mile in the white man's hole at every inch. When Dr. Williams finally impaled the huge dick in his hole, Cooper jerked and yelled. Shawn exhaled deeply. The white man's hole was still pretty tight.

After stretching his neck, the doctor carefully removed his penis from Cooper's tight ass. The white man felt the ramrod push its way back in just as he felt his hole clinging to the last inch of the doctor's cock.

As Cooper's insides were attacked by the enormous 14-inch cock, tears streamed down his cheeks. Dr. Williams groaned over him, his face covered with fury and hatred.

"Like it white boy?" Shawn yelled. Cooper shouted out as the dick continued its onslaught. The doctor observed the man's eyes rolling back. Cooper was brought back to reality with a hard slap across the face: "You're not going to faint on me now, white bitch!"

Every nerve ending in Cooper's body was ablaze, glimmering with both pleasure and pain. Shawn's enormous cock stretched him in every way and his hole remembered every bit of it. Every inch of it was incredible to him, as were the veins and ridges as it moved in and out of him.

"Faggot, what do you think?" Dr. Williams yelled. He reached down, grabbed Cooper's caged dick and dick, and gave them a yank. Cooper let out a whine.

"It's good, sir! So fucking good, sir!" Cooper let out a cry despite the agony. The crushing pressure on his dick and balls, coupled with the enormous black dick smashing his hole, was too much.

"Good, boy!" Shawn let out a small groan. Cooper had learned what that meant. Very quickly he could feel a warm sensation filling his insides as the doctor continued to thrust.

"Oh shit!" Cooper called out. Every time the massive tool filled his hole it stretched his insides to its limit with a mixture of cock and piss but with every pull back the warm liquid burst free from his hole, "This is too much!" The white man was sure piss would start to flow out of his mouth any second.

"Cooper, do you feel that?" With a growl in his voice, Shawn whispered. "Do you realize how wonderful it can be if you just get rid of this notion that your dick and body are in any way equal to ours!"

Cooper nodded, his cock aching in the cage. The room echoed with the man's groans as his body writhed beneath Shawn's weight.

"Yes, Sir!" Cooper's body struggled beneath his as he let out a cry. "Fuck me more!"

"There it is!" Dr. Williams yelled. The black doctor appeared to quicken his speed, pushing even more of his enormous instrument into Cooper's depths, even though it didn't seem conceivable. The white man let out a scream that was a mixture of joy and pain.

"Fuck Sir!" Cooper screamed, "I can't hold it anymore... I'm sorry Sir, I have to piss so bad!"

"Do it, faggot." The doctor complied. The white man let out a groan as his urine began spraying from his swinging caged dick.

Cooper could hear the slick noises of their bodies coming together and could feel every inch of Dr. Williams' cock tearing at him. His own piss covered himself and the chair like an orgasm building.

"God!" Through the sobs, Cooper let out a cry.

Dr. Williams smashed into the howling hole of the lesser guy. Cooper's body ached with pleasure as his shouts filled the room. As his piss began to subside he sensed an orgasm developing, coiling in his abdomen, about to blow up.

"Sir!" Cooper let out a cry. "I'm going to... I'm going to... fuck...!" The white man's little dick trembled in the cage. A tiny white liquid started to drip out of the tiny organ mixing with the piss and dripping down to the chair.

"Fucking nasty ass white bitch!" The doctor bellowed, "Your fag hole is really liking this shit!" the doctor said, slapping the white man across the ass. The slap collided against this piss-soaked skin

"Faster, faster, God please!" The white man begged.

Dr. Williams obeyed, his thrusts getting stronger and faster as he showed hatred for the man.

"That's it, Cooper," snarled Dr. Williams. "Take it! You insufficient piece of white garbage, take my big black cock!" Dr. Williams' breath came in frantic gasps, and his thrusts became unsteady. He threatened, "I'm going to cum, bitch! I'm going to fill your pathetic white ass with my superior seed!"

"Please, sir! I need your cum, please! Please!" Cooper's hole hurt and he pleaded.

Shawn's body trembled as he approached his climax, his cock releasing ropes of cum into the man's trembling hole. Every pump of his thick sperm was spread throughout the man's piss-drenched depths as the doctor kept hammering into him.

"Fuck, Cooper," moaned Shawn. "Your useless white hole is eating my dick up!" Shawn's climax was still tearing through him, and his body tightened. As his orgasm started to fade, he groaned loudly, his cock pulsating.

Shawn lay there with his weight on Cooper for a while, breathing in ragged gasps, their bodies drenched in perspiration and piss. The white man jerked as Shawn abruptly tore out of his hole. Immediately he felt his slit twitch begging for the massive black cock to return.

Desperately, the white man turned to gaze back at his doctor. "It felt so empty in my hole. I understand why everyone loves black dick so much... I truly do..."

Dr. Williams grinned contentedly. "I'm happy you do. And if you ever have any moment of doubt, I will be here to remind you."

"I may need a lot of reminding, Sir!" Cooper turned to stand. His body was aching. He hadn't realized how uncomfortable the piss-soaked plastic chair had become.

"Speaking of reminding," The doctor continued, "You still want your key back?" He moved to the large cabinet and pulled out the lanyard that seemed to swing through the air like his massive schlong.

Conner stared at the man briefly forgetting what key he was talking about. Once his memory was jogged, he looked down to the wet cage that hid his tiny useless shrinking nub.

"Um... I think..." he paused, "I think I can wait till our text session; I believe."

"That's good to hear!" Dr. Williams gave him a pat on the back as he made his way back across the room, "This was a good session today, Cooper." Dr. Williams moved towards the exit. As he opened the wooden door to the stark white halls, the familiar light cast into the room. Cooper stared, stunned at the doctor ready to leave with his bar dick swinging in the air.

"Doctor, where are you going?" He asked.

"I have a shower down the hall and a fresh set of clothes to change into." He answered. That wasn't what Cooper had been wondering. He was more shocked by the man's audacity to walk into the public space naked. But on second thought he wasn't surprised at all. A shower did sound nice right about now.

"Uh... do you mind if I uhhh... join you?" Cooper smiled, glancing down at his piss-drenched body.

"Fuck no, white boy!" Dr. Williams said with a loud laugh that seemed to bounce off the hallway walls, "Get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here! I'll see you in two weeks."

Cooper watched the magnificent globes of the black man's ass flex as he disappeared into the hall and he was left standing there in a mixture of their urine.