RACIAL INFERIORITY DISORDER

by Jamal Brun


TAGS: MM MF bd sad sm Mdom interr BM WM WF caution


WARNING: This story deals with the BDSM fetish of Raceplay/Racial Domination and as such contains potentially racially offensive discourse and descriptions. Do not read this story if you are likely to be offended by such material, when you are under 18, underage in your jurisdiction and/or otherwise prohibited from downloading/viewing such material. Author extends his sincere apologies to anyone taking offense and wants to make clear this story is entirely fictional, and that he by no means intends to advocate, justify or condone racism and bigotry in any guise and form on the reality level. Its a BDSM inequality play kink story along racial lines of an entirely fictional nature: the Author cannot be held responsible for anything closely or remotely related to this story.
Copyright 2011 by Jamal Brun - do not alter or use in any way without the authors permission.




RACIAL INFERIORITY DISORDER

by Jamal Brun



The blonde doctor's assistant gave the young black man a bored stare, her face not feigning friendliness as she chewed a piece of gum.

"Right Jamol. You pick a number and you wait till it comes up then you go down the hall to the last door on the right. Press the button with the green light and the doctor will take it from there. Can you do that?"

Jamal looked at the bored assistant somewhat nervously and quickly nodded.

"I didnt catch that."

"Yes Miss I will do that Miss." Jamal hastily said, his belly tight with nervousness at the nurse's calm uncaring demeanor.

"Have you got money?"

"Miss?"  the 19 year old black boy startled at the assistent's remark.

"People like you don't always have money." Jamal felt a drop of sweat trickle down his temple. Behind him the people waiting in queue were getting restless, an old white man muttered something unkind under his breath.

"Uhhh I got money yes Miss."

"Show it to me." Jamal clenched his teeth, trembling lightly. Deeply humiliated he took out his wallet and spread it open before the doctors assistant. She looked in and gave a slight snort.

"Well Jamol you came for an examination.." she said coldly, slightly too loud to care for his privacy,
"..seems like it won't be a very long examination will it?"  Behind Jamal the old man sighed, clearly not just to himself.

N-no Miss.." Jamal blushed fiery hot, well hidden by his chocolate brown complexion as he folded his wallet and walked off, looking down.

"Boy!" Jamal froze at the assistant's bark, his back tingling with adrenalin as he turned to her, the assistant now actually feigned a smile and said:
"You forgot to pick a number."

"Uhhh sorry Miss.." Jamal mumbled absentmindedly, quickly snatched a number from the machine and flip-flopped to the waiting room. Jamal looked for a place and got seated, the elderly white lady next to him tightening her grip on her purse.

Jamal looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes, nervous. The room was hot and damp and smelled of nursing home and iodine. It was a hot summer afternoon and the waiting room was more so, hot, constrictive despite Jamal's basketball shorts, flops and a white shirt. Jamal looked around carefully through his brow, afraid to make eye contact. He had just moved to an almost completely white neighborhood and the contents of the waiting room of his new General Practitioner reflected it, all white people in varying degrees of illness, him the only black man in the room, sensing the collective awareness of him, a peek here, a glance there, quickly averting when he looked hesitantly in their direction.

A loud buzz startled him, his eyes shot to its origin and saw a number flipping to 54. He looked at his number and it was 73. He closed his eyes and focussed on the sounds in the room, trying to relax the tension inside. He felt them looking, glancing. He unclenched his jaws, took a deep breath and opened his eyes exhaling slowly, having regained his center. He let his eyes glass over and retreated into his mind, losing track of the heat and the smell and the glances, letting the buzzes and flipping of numbers being his line to the outside world.

**BUZZ**
*clack*
73.

Jamal shook off his absentmindedness, rubbed his face and got on his feet.  Down the long hall, last door to the right, right. Jamal flipflopped down the hall, his belly tensing again. A new GP. Name sounded white. Jamal clenched his fists briefly making his wrists crack, as he breathed deeply and mentally ramped for to the meeting. Jamal's heart was thumping as he stopped by the door. The light by the button was red. Jamal gulped and waited. A few minutes came and went and the light suddenly went green, Jamal startled and had pressed the button before he even thought about it. the door unlocked and came ajar. Jamal shuffled in and closed the door.

The doctor's office looked like any other, gray filing cabinet, a shelf with books, a large white metal closet with medical equipment behind the spotless windows, a schematic picture of a systematically cut open white man on the wall with texts all over identifying the varying body parts. Behind his desk, the doctor sat with a big medical record in front of him. 

Jamal tensed as he saw the doctor, a white guy in his early fourties, his stature, face and blonde hair as if he had just got off a Viking ship. The doctor's bright blue eyes looked him over from his flops to his braids and back down again, not unkind. He got up and walked towards Jamal, towering at least half a foot over him. The doctor smiled as Jamal stood nervous and offered his latex gloved hand, which Jamal carefully took and shook.

"Ah.. if it isn't mister Brun.." his voice was pleasant and confident, reflecting his size, strength and age.

"Greetings doctor Rasmussen, Sir!" Jamal said hastily, he could sense the doctor feeling the trembling in his hand and broke the handshake a bit early. The doctor put his hand on his arm and gave his biceps a light squeeze.

"Now now Jamal, no need to be more nervous than you should be, is there? I do hope you don't mind me calling you Jamal, we are going to be working together for the coming years after all."

"N-n-no doctor Rasmussen, Sir!" Jamal stammered. The doctor smiled, the latex gloved hand rubbing his arm some more before letting go.

"I'm Ragnar, but I do like the Sir. Would you mind holding onto that "Sir" of yours?" Jamal gulped, his eyes widening a bit. is belly tingling.

"N-no Sir Ragnar, Sir."  

"One will do nicely Jamal."

"Sir!"  The tall Nordic doctor turned and got seated.

"Don't sit just yet."  the Doctor said and opened the medical file, as Jamal stood before the desk.
"I see a unique person here Jamal.." the Doctor smiled,
"You presenting with all sorts of injury and its all written down as "nonviolent origin (BDSM)" which would make you what's called a slave if I'm correct, yes?" Jamal gulped and nodded.
"A bisexual one, with what I read here."

"Uhh.. whatever it takes Sir Ragnar."

"Whatever it takes?"

"I mean yes Sir Ragnar." The doctor smiled.

"Good. Now you've been referred to a psychologist because of anxiety and that's in here too." The doctor lifted out a sheet and put it on top.
"Now, don't get me wrong Jamal but I'm a doctor. I deal with absolutes. One either has a wound or none. You see that?"

"Yes Sir."

"Personally I consider psychologists the knitting circle of the medical profession. If you take half a class and can't prescribe, that to me tells me something about the legitimacy of your profession. I hope you can see that."

"Y-you're the doctor, Sir Ragnar."

"Exactly." The doctor slammed his hand on a stack of three thick books that said DSM III, DSM IV and DSM V on the binders, startling Jamal.
"Now he's diagnosed you with what he calls "Racial Inferiority Disorder" and I have been looking that back all the way to the Diagnostic Statistics Manual number three and its not in there. So Jamal, I want you to tell me in your own words what you feel that means, cause as I see it you have been quacked at from the psych pond."

Jamal's eyes widened. his abs now hard as bricks with tension.

"And don't stammer please." Jamal clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again.

"Sir Ragnar.. I feel racially inferior towards white people. I know it's awful but I really feel inside I exist to serve them, just how they want it. That.." he paused,
"That no matter what I do for them its never enough and I don't measure up to them."

The doctor frowned and scratched his chin, then leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, smiling.

"And Jamal, could you explain to me how that amounts to any sort of disease or disorder?"

Jamal gasped loudly for breath, paralyzed.

"I'd say that in a world gone mad, you are one of the few who's got it right."

Jamal trembled all over, his belly was buzzing with bees and his cock - oh betrayer of innermost likings! - it twitched and stirred. The doctor's eyes wandered to Jamal's basketball shorts. Jamal knew he saw what went on there. The Doctor looked him in his eyes and Jamal felt his gaze forced down, lowering it.

"You know it's true, don't you monkey?" Jamal gasped, eyes wide, his head forced down, his whole body cringing but his snake coming alive.

"Y..yes Sir Ragnar." Jamal almost whispered, tears flowing, consumed by mixed emotions but his submissiveness taking over.

The doctor pressed his intercom, and said:
"Brenda, this is going to take longer than the slot. Refer all my patients to doctor Gujral until I'm ready here." A bored-sounding metallic "Yes doctor" was returned and doctor Ragnar turned again to Jamal.
"You're sweating monkey." Jamal humbly nodded,
"Your clothes go over the chair you black ape. Let's see you." Jamal took off his shirt hesitantly, showing his slender athletic physique.

"Uhh Sir?"

"Yes monkey?"

"D-d-do y-you h-hate me?" The doctor smiled calmly.

"No Jamal, not at all. I just agree with you, completely, and I'm gonna treat you like you know you should be treated." Jamal shook all over as he slid his feet out of his flops and slid them under the chair.

"Is.. is it for cure Sir?"

"This is not soviet Russia monkey. I'm not about to cure something that's healthy."

"Ohhh.." Jamal uttered and reluctantly slid his basketball shorts down his slender legs and put them over the chair, now standing naked before the intimidatingly Nordic doctor who smiled calmly and looked him over, his half-hard twitching black snake in particular. Jamal covered it with his hands, but the doctor barked:

"Hands on your head, ape!"  In an instinct trained into him by his white Masters and Mistresses, he promptly obeyed, his black snake now wobbling and bobbing with vigor, and the doctor watching it closely.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Sir."

"No you are not."

"Sir.."

"You are an excited monkey who's afraid his twitching cock is going to offend a white superior. That's not the same as being sorry."

"T-t-true Sir..."

"Then don't lie about what you feel monkey. I like what I see here, only thing that would offend me is you insulting me by treating me like an equal. But right from the start you knew your place. Good boy."

"Thank you Mas.. I mean Sir Ragnar Sir."  The doctor smiled.

"Master? I don't share your perversion monkey, I have my own. Sir is just fine."

"Y-y-yes Sir Ragnar Sir."

"Good. Now, Brenda was so good as to inform me that you only got thirty bucks to your name. You do realize that's just ten minutes of my time right?" Jamal gave a soft squeak in defeat.
"Monkey is money tight for you or just your wallet?"

"Money in general Sir.." Ragnar's gaze intensified, saying with an accusing voice:

"Welfare?" Jamal gave a soft squeak again.

"No Sir.. I take what I can get. I work as a servant Sir, a paper route in the morning then by day I see where I can be of use. Mow a lawn, trim a hedge, paint a shed around town.. But its irregular Sir, and the ones that want me don't pay much. Thats why I don't got insurance either Sir."

"Good nigger." Jamal's eyebrows lifted.

"Sir?"

"That an apeboy of your health and vigor doesnt sit on your rather big black ass all day long but instead serves the white man with menial chores. I like what I'm seeing and I like what I'm hearing here. You look like one for the nigger list."  Jamal squeaked in humiliation.

"W-what's the nigger list Sir? Why the nigger list?" the doctor smiled.

"Are you an African apeboy nigger?" Jamal let out a lone sob.

"Y..yes Sir."

"Then say it properly." Jamal clenched his fists and tensed his muscles, not at all in anger but to have something to hold onto.

"Uh.. monkey is an African apeboy nigger, Sir."  The doctor laughed a pleasant but slightly cruel laugh.

"Better say that like a monkey would." Intensely humiliated Jamal extended his full brown lips and defeatedly hooted:

"Ooo.. oo.. oo.."

"I'd like a bit more enthusiasm out of you Jamal!"

"Oo! Oo! Oo!" Jamal's cock, now hard as a stick, bobbed with each hoot.

"Very good, you're a natural!"  Jamal squeaked softly.
"Jamal.. You know I'm teasing you don't you?" Jamal carefully nodded.
"And that black dick bobbing there tells me this African ape rather likes it!"

"Uhh.. umm.. Y-yes Master... I mean Sir!"

"Then don't be shy to show that monkey joy to me in your face too." Jamal's trembling tension relaxed somewhat, and his smile showly came out. He carefully looked at doctor Ragnar, who smiled back at him with cruel benevolence.
"I think we will get along just fine Jamal, don't you think?" Jamal's smile became a grin.

"Yes Sir Ragnar Sir!"

"I wouldnt indulge you like this if I didn't. Now my black apeboy.. The nigger list is a project I have going. I have a quotum for pro bono health care to the homeless.."

"I'm not homeless Sir.."

"Keep those fat nigger lips shut tight monkey!" Jamal quickly nodded.
"Talk at will but never interrupt me. Now.. The good homeless of the city, they are only few, tend to go to umm.. my collegues at the other practice who prescribe narcotics out the ass, which leaves me with some budget. Jamal, the nigger list I keep for black men and women who behave like proper niggers to me, play my game and jump through my hoops for me, and who don't have much to spend, like yourself. Jamal if you're a good little nigger boy for me then all health care I can provide to you will be for free. If I have to refer you, the hospital will charge you, but all I do will be free. And I expect you to show up once every two weeks for a checkup. Understood?" Jamal's face lit up.

"Sir, that is.. wonderful!  Thank you!"

"Not so fast nigger. I *will* be imposing rules on your life and enforce them. Do you use any drugs, nigger boy?"

"Uhh bit of weed sometimes Sir."

"That's going to be no weed at all, none of the time, and every two weeks I will pee test your black ass! No drugs for you, they are wreaking havoc on the monkey population cause you apes can't control yourself. Get high once, I will punish you. Severely. Get high twice, you need a new GP. Understood?" Jamal quickly nodded.

"No drugs never Sir, promise! I'm not gonna throw this away!"

"You're not supposed to throw *yourself* away apeface! Look at yourself, you're nineteen and in great shape! Someone my age would kill for a body like that.." he smirked, "Well a white one of course."

"Uhh yes Sir thank you Sir."

"Swear on your monkey balls that you won't take drugs anymore, because among things I'll be slapping those a lot more than you'd wish for if I catch you using dope!" Jamal grabbed his nuts, pleasantly swollen with lust, and vowed:

"Monkey swears on his balls no more drugs for Jamal."

"Very good. Now what did you need checked up on, nigger ape?"

"My lungs Sir, I worry its asthma Sir."

"Well I'd say its that weed you've been smoking. Hands flat on the table!" Jamal obeyed and bent over.  The doctor got up, got his stethoscope and pressed the cold thing to Jamal's back. The doctor gave him a firm slap to his buttock.
"Breathe!" Jamal startled and breathed deep as ordered. A second slap stung his other buttock, making it jiggle like jell-o.
"Fast!" Jamal started panting fast. A third slap stung his left buttock again.
"Good monkey!"

"Thank you Sir." The doctor let go of the stethoscope and pushed Jamal's back down with force, slamming him onto desk and pinning him there. Then he started fiercely slapping Jamal's buttocks with great force, the loud smacks bouncing off the walls and having Jamal squirm and moan ferociously, trying not to cry out.

"Don't!! Talk!! When!! I!! Use!! The!! Stethoscope!! Black!! Ape!!" Jamal couldnt take it anymore and cried out, tears rolling off his cheeks:

"Sir! Sir! monkey is sorry Sir! Real sorry Sir!" The doctor stopped and started rubbing the glowing brown bubble butt slowly with care.

"These walls and this door are insulated monkey, you can cry and hoot all you like with none being the wiser."

"Uhhhh thank you Sir! I'm sorry Sir!"

"Talking with a stethoscope on is like a bomb going off. Don't do that to me again."

"No Sir Ragnar!"

"Do they spank you when you're bad?"

"Lots Sir!"

"As they should. Do they spank you when you're good?"

"S-sometimes Sir.. monkey likes spanking Sir.." The doctor now rubbed his back too.

"Do you now monkey?" Jamal nodded, and immediately after was treated to another volly of fierce smacks making him cry and squirm for minutes on end.

"There!" The doctor decided,
"That was for joy. Get up." Jamal got up, grinning, his cock throbbing fiercely.

"Thank you Sir Ragnar Sir!" The doctor took Jamal's cock in his latex-gloved hand and started playing with it, massaging it thoroughly, looking Jamal deep in his eyes.

"Is the nigger ape enjoying this?"  Jamal eagerly nodded.
"Good. Now climb on my desk and crouch down like a good monkey, knees spread so I can see that big dick bobbing."  Jamal agilely got on the desk and obeyed. The doctor walked around the desk, retrieved something from the desk and returned in front of Jamal, hiding something behind his back. As Jamal looked curiously he smiled:
"Jamal you've been a good monkey so far so I got a fitting treat for you. But, you have to earn it."

The doctor got his hand from behind his back and dangled a banana by its stem in front of Jamal's face. Jamal groaned in humiliation.

"Was that a hunger growl, my black ape?"  Jamal gulped and slowly nodded, trying to look sincere, his butt still throbbing and glowing from the spanking. The doctor took the banana and slowly rubbed it under Jamal's nose.
"Take a good whiff from that monkey.. a nice big ripe banana..." Jamal obeyed and smelled it, trembling with humiliation but his cock throbbing like mad. The doctor grinned.
"Now that's the enthusiasm I spoke of, monkey." The doctor put the end of the banana to Jamal's full lips and teasingly played a bit with them with it. Jamal understood and opened his mouth a bit. The doctor slid the banana halfway in and whispered: 
"Hold that for me." Jamal closed his lips around it, holding the banana with his mouth. 

The doctor smiled and let go.
"Hold that thought." He got behind his desk and pressed the intercom button.
"Oh Brenda, theres something here mister Brun would like you to see."

Jamal's eyes got wide like dishes, his heart and breath were pumping, he trembled all over in intense humiliation and fright. Behind him, the doctor rubbed his back comfortingly.
"Trust me. Doctor-patient trust is everything." Jamal just shook with utter humiliation, to be showed off like this.. His cock throbbed ferociously and squirted a bit of precum on the desk with every throb. The door opened and the doctor's assistant entered.

She looked at Jamal, crouching naked on the doctor's desk, cock throbbing and squirting precum and a banana dangling from his mouth, pumping breath and eyes wide in utter fright.

"God damn doctor there's a Kodak moment right there!" she said and started laughing in amusement.

Jamal moaned pitifully, tears flowing. The doctor's assistant approached him and rubbed his cheek.

"Looks like someone made it onto the nigger list, Jamol." she laughed,
"Next time best be extra nice to me, got that nigger?" Jamal nodded wildly, bobbing the banana up and down. She looked past Jamal to the doctor.
"Nothing nasty in his balls?"

"Nothing on record."

The assistant took Jamal's cock in her hand and started giving it fierce tugs, making Jamal give a soft yelp with each tug.
"That's the way we like your kind nigger." Jamal quickly nodded, yelping with each tug.
"Good you know your place nigger!" Jamal quickly nodded that yes, he did. She let go and rubbed the sweat off his cock in Jamal's face.

"We will get to know each other better nigger, but for now there's a room full of whiners to tend to. Unless you got something urgent next time I'll schedule you as the last patient of the day so we'll have all the time in the world for you, hows that, nigger?" Jamal nodded eagerly, realizing full well what that meant. She gave his cheek a firm slap that made Jamal moan.
"Remember nigger, if you think its urgent *say* that so you won't be last." Jamal almost lost hold of his banana nodding. She turned to the doctor and said:
"I just know this one will be fun. I'll go back to that damn geriatric with his piles. Bye doctor, and I'll be seeing you nigger!" The assistant left and the doctor got around again, rubbing Jamal's cornrows praisingly.

"Good monkey." Jamal tried to smile and still hold onto the banana. The doctor retrieved it from his mouth.
"How's apeboy feeling?" 

"Right.."

"Thats cause we treat you right here, right, like a monkeyboy should be treated. So tell me, is that Racial Inferiority Bullshit Disorder bothering you now?" Jamal briskly shook his head.
"Psychologists would trace constipation back to your childhood if you let them.." the doctor smiled,
"You're just doing what comes natural aren't you, monkey?"

"Oo! Oo! Oo!"

"That earned you this banana right there monkey!" The doctor grinned and started peeling it. He put the banana to Jamal's mouth who slightly parted his lips and started nibbling while the doctor slowly fed him the banana inch by inch until it all was in.
"You've done this before monkey!" the doctor laughed, and draped the banana peel on Jamal's head.

"She was right about this being a Kodak moment Jamal, I want to take a picture of you like this for my private collection. It won't go online or in your record or shared with others, you're clearly in my office and I get to eat my licence should anyone see it.  Do you consent? You're adorable like this, monkeyboy." Jamal slightly nodded, to not let the banana peel fall off his head. The doctor retrieved a camera from his coat pocket and smiled:
"now scratch your armpits monkey.. you know exactly the pose I want you in." 

Jamal blushed fiery hot and reluctantly took the humiliating monkey pose, his heart pounding with excitement. The doctor took aim with his camera and said sadistically amused:
"I wanna see all of those nigger lips now!" Jamal obeyed and started hooting, and was suddenly blinded by a bright flash.
"Perfect!" The doctor smiled and showed the view window. Jamal groaned in deep humiliation seeing himself there in that utterly degrading pose. The doctor put the camera away and grabbed Jamal by the shoulders, then led him down so he lay sprawled out on his back over the desk, limbs dangling over the edges.

The doctor started crawling his fingers over Jamal's chest and belly, having him chuckle hysterically.
"Ahh ticklish! Good!" The tickling now became a slow appreciative rubbing and Jamal calmed somewhat.
"Now monkeyboy, what you need to know.. Doctor Ragnar is a straight man. I enjoy you and your body, teasing it and getting your monkey brain all crazed and worked up, but I'm not sexually interested in you. Do you understand that?"

"Uhhh yes Sir Raganar Sir"

"You said when I asked you whether you were bisexual: "whatever it takes". I understand that. I'm straight but I really enjoy playing with your body like this, so that's much the same for me. You are more on the gay side, I can tell."  Jamal blushed warm.

"Nono thats a good thing, just how I want you, lustful, obedient and desperate. I won't have you service my penis, monkey, but your black thing is all mine to toy with, tease you with and have it squirt for me whenever I choose. And I do enjoy that, but with my mind, not my balls. Will that do it for you?" The doctor rubbed Jamal's belly with his left gloved hand and with his right started massaging the chocolate brown eight-incher firmly. Jamal looked up to him, moaning, eyes rolling in lust.

"Mmmm anything you want my white doctor Sir!"

"Now now.." the doctor smiled and intensified his massaging of Jamal's flexing abdominals and precum ooozing cock. Jamal moaned and moaned, wiggling his limbs helplessly as he was overcome with desire.
"Ain't the good doctor spoiling you rotten, niggerboy?"

"Mmmmmmhh yes... mmmmmhhhh..."

"Now in a bit I want to see a nigger seed fountain, not a limply trickle. If you fail to give me a nigger seed fountain I'm gonna keep at this untill you get it right. Understand, apeboy?"

"Yes Sir! Mmmmmmm-mmmmmmhhhh!!!"

"I want to see what a young black buck like you is capable of, got that?"

"Mmmmmhh yessss.. mmmmhh.."

"Just look at you monkey.." the doctor grinned at the sight of Jamal's helpless lust, writhing and moaning unashamed, his muscles flexing as he lay there panting in heat,
"You need the White Man's hand or its nothing at all with you!"

"mmmmmmhh yes Sirrrr...." The doctor took a firmer grip on Jamal's cock and massaged it with increasing vigor, making Jamal moan out loud, until he finally tensed his muscles as tight as they could get and shrieked in thrill as he came hard, forcing his seed out of his cock to give the doctor the cum fountain he was ordered to provide. The doctor watched in satisfied amusement how the black boy came hard and struggled to cum even harder, making his seed shoot a good two feet up before splattering down as white pearls and threads on his chololate brown body. Jamal let go of his muscles and closed his eyes, panting, laying limp while the doctor massaged his belly and chest mercifully, making it shine with a mixture of sweat and cum.

"You're a very good monkey today Jamal.." Doctor Ragnar praised,
"..you made it on the nigger list and you're one of my apes now."

"mmm.. Thank you so much Sir Ragnar.."

"My pleasure. Now your lungs, I suspect you have a pollen allergy. Rather than send you to the hospital for scratches I'm going to have the kit over wednesday and I'm going to scratch you all over with a complete broad spectrum allergy test. You can go see Brenda when you leave, for an appointment for coming wednesday. Last patient. She's going to assist so expect a lot more scratching than for allergies..."

"Mmmhh..Thank you Sir. monkey really appreciates.."

"I'm going to have you dress wet with your cum and sweat, paper wipes are not part of the nigger list program." The doctor let go, took off his latex gloves and discarded them, then got behind his desk.
"On your feet monkey, get dressed."

Jamal quickly got up, put on his basketball shorts and slipped his feet into his bright yellow flip-flops. While he put on his shirt the doctor remarked while writing:

"I'm going to write you a script for Klonopins for your racial anxiety. It's not for every day mind you, I want these 30 pills to last you well into autumn. You can use one on days where you expect your racial anxiety to be especially problematic for you. Now, these can cause dependence, and I don't want my monkey to be dependent on anything but on me. If you abuse them, that counts as drugs, understand?" Jamal quickly nodded.
"I'll help you feel better about yourself so you won't need them in some time, trust me. Oh, do not use them on the days you come to see me. I want you trembling like a leaf for me until the day you get over that. Now; Any questions Jamal?"

"Uhh doctor yes a few."

"Crouch in the chair and ask me, boy."

"Crouch Sir?"

"Stand on the seat and squat down like you did on my desk, like a monkey would. That's how you'll use the chair in my office and if you ever sit on your ass here I'll spank that big black butt so hard you'll beg me for a lidocaine rub. Understood?"

"Yes Sir!" Jamal hastily said and crouched down on the chair like ordered to.

"Very good, just like the monkey you are!"  Jamal blushed fiery hot again.
"Oh those flip-flops.. Wear them whenever you come here as a sign of your submission. A black monkey like yourself has no business wearing shoes anyway. If it gets too cold in winter I expect a call to beg me permission for wearing shoes, understood?"

"Clear Sir.."

"Now to pick your monkey brain: What are your questions?" Jamal thought for a while, and a silence fell.

"Poor doctor Gujral is taking my queue Jamal, take your time but not too much." Jamal thought a bit.

"Umm Sir Ragnar.. Err.. Are you a racist?" The doctor smiled.

"Are you asking me this because I wore rubber gloves while masturbating you all over my desk?" Jamal grinned wide.

"But to answer it fairly, no Jamal, it's a game to me. I could put up defenses but look what I did here. I much like you as a person and took my time with you, making it a pleasure for you as well. Now my question: Did you enjoy it, and I mean really?"

"Definitely Sir Ragnar, and I see you are playing. It's just what you said about me feeling inferior being okay.."

"Ah that.." Doctor Ragnar scrarched his skin.
"Look Jamal if you have racial self esteem issues, and you look up to me and I tell you not todo that, all I'll accomplish is guilttripping you. You're into heavy BDSM judging from your injuries list so you like to play, I like to play too so that's what we did. I agree with that freewheeling psychologist's opinion that something must be done to make you more comfortable but we differ in approach. You and I are going to play but we're going to have a good word from time to time too, and I intend to help you make the race thing a play thing and make you feel a lot more comfortable when you're not playing. On the reality level we are talking now I consider you an equal, on the play level your monkey ass is mine. Can you handle that?"

"I.. think I can, Sir Ragnar."

"Want to tackle this beast together?"

"Sir?"

"Look, I studied psychology too but unlike the quack you saw I made up my mind and became an actual doctor who actually helps people. The way you came in here doesn't fit a young guy like yourself, at 19 you should feel on top of the world not crushed underneath it. So I ask, are you willing to tackle this beast of your racial anxiety with me so you're on the world and not under it? If you don't want help, I can't help you." Jamal thought for a moment.

"I think I want that Sir Ragnar, Sir. But part of me likes to be underneath, you know Sir?"

"I do know and that part will be my monkey to play with, for as long as we both want. But the way you came in, scared and trembling, that part of you I only want to see in play. Now I see you thinking, and don't. Right now you cannot change it. Don't try to force change, you can't willpower it, instead let change come naturally. I will guide you. Do you trust me?"

"I do, Sir Ragnar." The doctor smiled.

"Then it's on. Now, did you have any more questions?"

"The race pills, when best to take them?"

"They are anxiety pills and any time of the day is fine, they are long acting so if you take one in the morning there will be some effect left when you go to bed. Just watch out in traffic and with heavy machinery.  The pharmacy will print you a sheet of do's and don'ts. Any more?"

"I.. I just want to say I really liked this Sir and I'm going to do exactly what you say and exactly what you want and I will have a great time doing it!"

"I can't ask for more. Jamal, can I let you go now? I can take some time more cause I did put you through quite an adventure, but poor doctor Gujral is being swamped with patients he knows nothing about."

"It's.. it's perfect doctor Ragnar, Sir. Thank you." The doctor extended his hand and Jamal eagerly took it and shook it.

"My pleasure Jamal. I gained a good patient and an exciting playmonkey here." Jamal grinned wide and held the doctor's hand in both of his.

"Thank you so much Sir Ragnar!"

"Jamal.."

"Sir?"

"Do you remember I had you pinned over my desk and was spanking your cute brown butt like there was no tomorrow?" Jamal grinned wide.

"If I didn't remember it my butt does Sir, and will keep reminding me for the rest of the day!"

"Then you understand there's not going to be any drugs in your piss in two weeks?"

"Yes Sir! I won't do anything to put this at risk!"

"Good boy."

"Thank you Sir!"

"My pleasure."

Jamal got up and looked back once before closing the heavy soundproofed door behind him. What a wild ride it had been!  As Jamal heard the murmur of the waiting room, his old familiar anxiety crept up on him, and only then did it dawn on him that for the past hour he had been completely free of it.




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