Coconut milk and lingering frustration

Leonie sat with Mia on the big bed in the loft and smiled contentedly as she stroked her thigh. “We need to ramp up Jan’s frustration even more. We want him to be seething inside, with no outlet.” Mia grinned. “You mean that stuff I always take so I don’t get hard all the time as a ladyboy?”

“Exactly that. And since the hypnosis has made him totally into coconut milk, he’ll love it.”

From then on, Mia brought Jan a large bottle of “Special Coconut Drink” every time she visited—sweet, creamy, with a light, subtle aftertaste. She even put several bottles in his fridge, along with a little note:

*“For more creativity while editing – Mia”*

Jan enjoyed drinking them. They tasted great to him—and he didn’t notice how the substance was slowly but surely crippling his ability to get an erection.

At the same time, “Leon” sent him new, extremely hardcore sets to edit every day: Close-ups of huge black cocks impaling, stretching, and cumming all over white women. Jan sat in front of them for hours, his eyes glued to the thick, gleaming monster cocks—conditioned to the core. His brain screamed for pleasure, but his cock remained soft and small.

The frustration became unbearable.

The worst night came a week later.

Mia was wearing a tight, short dress. She’d already turned Jan on beforehand, letting him grope her and whispering in his ear how horny she was for him today. Jan was sure he’d finally get to fuck again.

“Come on, baby… I want to feel you inside me,” she breathed.

Jan got nervous. He felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. His dick stayed small, shriveled, soft as a warm worm. He tried everything—jerking off, thinking about black dicks, kissing Mia, squeezing her tits. Nothing helped.

Mia pretended not to notice until it was too late. She reached down, took the limp, little thing in her hand, and laughed softly, almost pityingly.

“Oh… it’s just not working today, is it?”

Jan’s face was red; he was sweating with shame. “Wait… it’s just… stress…”

He frantically jerked off his soft cock. After a few minutes, he actually came—a weak, almost painful ejaculation without any hardness. Just a few thin drops ran down his fingers. Not a real orgasm. Just a sad, unsatisfying throbbing.

“Too bad. Maybe another time.” Then she just left. Without a kiss. Without another word.

Jan was left alone, with his limp, wet cock in his hand and a deep, burning humiliation in his gut.

The next morning, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. His cock hung small and lifeless between his legs. He drank another bottle of coconut drink because he’d come to really like the taste.

Later, he sent Mia a message:

“Hey… sorry about yesterday. I think I should go see a doctor. Something’s not right.”

Mia showed Leonie the message. Both of them burst out laughing.

Leonie leaned back, spread her legs, and let Mia lick her wet pussy while she replied:

“Perfect. Let him go to the doctor. He can go ahead and think his dick is broken. While his wife comes home with stranger’s cum more and more often and dreams of big black dicks.”

Jan was now exactly where they wanted him: constantly horny.

Permanently frustrated. And slowly but surely impotent. **** tasted sweet. Like coconut milk.

When he got home, Jan found a colorful brochure on the kitchen table that Nadja had apparently forgotten to throw away. “Cardiovascular Checkup + Prostate Screening for Men 35 and Older”—with a particularly professional-looking address for a “Private Practice: Dr. Keller & Associates.”

Jan didn’t hesitate for a second. He called and actually managed to get an appointment.

What he didn’t know: The entire practice belonged to Leonie. She had rented it under a false name, hired two actors to play doctors, and staged everything perfectly.

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First Appointment – Tuesday

The “doctor” was a tall, dark-skinned man in his mid-40s with a calm, authoritative voice. He called himself Dr. Okoro.

After the usual questions and a brief examination, he said seriously, “Your blood test results indicate mild prostate issues. We’ll perform an intensive prostate massage to relieve congestion. Please lie down on the table, on your side.”

Jan lay there naked, his legs drawn up. Dr. Okoro put on a glove, applied plenty of lubricant, and slowly slid two thick fingers into Jan’s ass.

Jan flinched. Then it got intense.

The doctor massaged his prostate with firm, circular movements—deep, precise, professional. Jan moaned involuntarily. His flaccid cock twitched, but didn’t get fully hard. Nevertheless, a strange, deep pressure built up.

“Relax… this is completely normal,” Okoro murmured, massaging faster.

Jan came after a few minutes—without a proper erection. He lay there panting, humiliated and confused.

“Very good,” said the doctor with satisfaction. “But to be on the safe side, we should do a full colonoscopy. On Thursday. With light sedation. Please come on an empty stomach and do a thorough bowel preparation beforehand.”

Jan agreed. He finally wanted to know what was wrong with him.

Jan arrived on time. He was given a strong sedative injection “to help him relax.” Within minutes, he became drowsy but not ****—exactly as planned. He received a large enema, then lay on the examination table, his legs spread in stirrups, his ass bare and gleaming.

Then they came.

Four big, muscular men—all black, all with extremely thick, long cocks. Leonie had carefully selected them.

Jan was given a second, milder injection that kept him conscious but completely passive and relaxed. He felt everything. He could only moan softly.

The first man pressed his thick, gleaming cock against Jan’s tight ass and pushed himself in slowly but mercilessly. Jan gasped loudly. The cock was huge. It stretched him brutally.

One after another, they fucked him. Hard. Deep. Ruthlessly. Some came inside him; others pulled out and shot their load onto his back and ass cheeks. Jan’s hole grew wider and wider, redder, shinier. After the fourth man, a mixture of cum and lube dripped from his ravaged ass. His asshole stood open, swollen, pulsing.

Jan just lay there, moaning softly, his face red with shame and involuntary arousal. His own limp cock had secreted a few more drops during the whole ordeal. At the end, they gave him a sleeping pill.

When it was all over, they wiped him down, pulled up his pants, and put him in a taxi. Leonie received the videos that same evening. She sat with Mia, watched the footage, and laughed quietly.

“His ass is completely ruined,” she said with satisfaction. “And he’ll think it was a routine exam and that he had a bad dream.”