porn shop

The rest of the weekend passed relatively normally. I had gone to the bank with Megan and placed her on the account. She had then taken my visa card off me, and all of the money out of my wallet. In future, I would have to beg her for any money I needed. I cooked and cleaned, but to be honest, I had mostly done that in the past anyway.



It felt as if last weekend was going to be a one off, and by Friday I had started to hope that maybe having unloaded her anger, that Megan was going to be easier to deal with. I couldn’t have been any more wrong!



“You need to phone into work today sick, you and I have some shopping to do before my friends come over this weekend,” commanded Megan. She was dressed in a rock chick ensemble, with torn jeans with a studded leather belt, an iron maiden t-shirt, and her leather jacket.



An hour later I found myself driving us up into London. I knew a parking garage close to the embankment where I could usually find a spot, even on a busy weekday. It was also close to Megan’s desired destination of Soho. I spent the drive up wondering why we were heading into Soho, and on a Friday.



Megan clearly knew where we were headed, as she navigated various side streets before stopping outside Collared. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you once we’re inside. You answer any questions, but no comments, opinions, protests whatsoever! Am I clear?” Megan snarled at me, “You won’t like the consequences if you annoy me!” I nodded my head, figuring that was safest.



I had never been in a sex shop like this before. The place was huge, with different sections for toys, clothes, S&M gear, magazines and DVD’s. I felt out of place, and wanted to just turn around and leave. Megan headed towards the S&M section, and I followed with my head down thinking “what the hell is she up to???”



“I need a slave training harness, could you show me what you have available?” Megan asked the muscular shop assistant. “Oh, and I’ll need a Jennings gag as well. I trust you stock those.”



I was desperately looking everywhere but at the assistant, who smirked at me in a most unsettling manner. But my wandering gaze only alarmed me further. I couldn’t see any women, and worse, the porn on the T.V. showed a man getting fucked in his arse. My panicked gaze fell on the DVD’s and magazine’s. It only got worse, as the titles were all Gay. There were several racks of Boner, Big cocks and Butt Boys magazines. But the DVD’s I could see all featured S&M activities for Gay men. Oh fuck, oh fuck, what has Megan got planned?



I came out of my reverie as my head was manhandled by the shop assistant. Several leather straps were pulled on and tightened. He then pushed me to my knees, none to gently, where I found myself face to crotch with him. He connected the straps in front of my face to several now hanging from his belt. I could pull back and to the side a few inches, but basically, I had an eyeful of his crotch, which seemed to be getting bigger!



“You can adjust the straps like this,” he explained. This resulted in my head being pulled even closer to his clearly excited groin. “Once he’s in, he cannot escape, and you can do whatever you want with him.”



After he released my head, we wandered around the store a little, although I still had the harness firmly attached to my head. Megan seemed to delight in every discovery, and we soon had nipple clamps, butt plugs, various lotions and lubes, even a spreader bar. Megan had tried lots of gear out on me, and I currently had my arms pulled up behind my back, tied to a leather posture collar.



The assistant asked how much longer we were going to be, as he wanted to shut the shop for lunch. Megan gave me a wicked grin as she suggested, “I need to get some DVD’s and magazines, could I browse those during your lunch break. Maybe fuckface here could entertain you whilst I did so?”



Minutes later I found myself in the staff room, forced to my knees, the assistant quickly connected the harness, once again bringing face to crotch with him. “I want you to unzip my pants with your teeth, then use your mouth to give me a nice slow blowjob,” he growled at me as he unbuttoned the top of his trousers.



Pulling his zipper down with my mouth proved harder than I had imagined. I finally managed to get a good grip and pulled downwards. As his zip came undone, so his pants started to ease towards the floor. I was greeted by the sight of his engorged cock straining to get free. Then just as his pants finally slid free of his hips, his monstrous cock sprang forward, slapping me in the face. This guy must have been a porn star, his cock was at least 9 inches long and as thick as a baby’s fist.



My heart started beating faster, and a sheen of sweat dampened my brow. If he tried to fuck me with that thing, he’d surely kill me, and I could never fit that into my mouth! I tried to back away, to be stopped at the limit of the harness. I got a boot to my balls as well for my trouble. Pain roared through me to the pit of my stomach. I started to double over, only for my hair to be grabbed.



“You’re not going anywhere sweetheart, your mistress has given you to me for the hour, and I’m going to get my rocks off. First you’ll blow me, and then I fancy a piece of that cute little arse of yours. Now get sucking and show me your cock sucking skills.” He moaned breathlessly at me.



As I moved my mouth towards his cock I realised the powerful smell that was coming off him. I could smell his manliness, and his arousal, as he had a big glob of pre-cum on his bell end already. The smell was bad enough, I really didn’t want that thing in my mouth, but what choice did I have. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took his bell end inside.



“I better not feel your teeth bitch, or I’ll give you balls such a working over that they’ll never work again!”



I wasn’t sure that would be possible, simply due to his girth. My jaw was straining to stay open, and I hadn’t gotten to the thickest part of his shaft yet. I was less than half way down his cock before I felt the tip at my throat, panicked, I tried to pull back only to find my head immobile. He’d tightened the straps on the harness!



“keeping going sweet cheeks, I want you to deep throat me!”



I couldn’t get any more in, my gag reflex was kicking in. “Breath through your nose, and you’ll be fine,” he instructed as he slid another inch down my throat. I was trapped there, on my knees with my arms bound and my head connected to this monsters cock. I fought for calm. I tried breathing through my nose as he had instructed. But none of it did any good. I was gagging and hating every second of this.



“That feels so good!” He moaned. “Don’t stop, I’m going to give you the final 3 inches,” as he slid the last of his cock into my mouth. My face was now buried in his wiry crotch. His pubic hairs tickling my nose, and his big hairy balls were pressed against my chin. The more I choked on his thick, cloying cock, the more he moaned and groaned in pleasure. I could feel my saliva dripping down the side of my chin, and I desperately tried to adjust my jaws to make this easier.



I felt him fumble with the straps on the harness and thought that he was finished with my mouth. I even got my mouth three quarters off his cock before he grabbed my head, and powerfully pulled me back down. He started to saw in and out of my mouth, with his cock sliding up and down my throat, his balls swinging wildly and smashing into my chin. This carried on for several long minutes, as he set a brutal pace in fucking my face.



As he pulled my face off his cock, I could see long strands of saliva dripping off his engorged prick. The bell end was a bright purple colour and seemed to be straining to grow bigger. He pulled me up and then bent me over the kitchen table, before pulling my pants down. To my abject humiliation he found the pink lace panties that Megan had forced me to wear all week.



Showing surprising tenderness, he stroked my cock through the panties, and I quickly found myself erect. “That was real good sucking honey. I’m going to help you enjoy the next part. Nobody can say that Stanley isn’t a considerate lover,” he whispered in my ear. With my 6″ cock now straining against the fabric, he finally pulled my panties down. I felt him dribble some cold liquid along the crack of my arse, quickly followed by his digit exploring my backdoor. He gently eased his finger in and out, adding more lube.



“Ok baby, now I’m going to give you the ride of your life. Feel free to moan and gasp, as Daddy’s going to make babies with you,” he moaned into my ear.



I felt his cockhead press against my arsehole and gradually push inwards. I clenched for all I was worth. I did not want that monster invading my guts, but it did no good. He was easing steadily upwards, and the pain was growing . My sphincter was screaming at me, and I started to beg him to stop. Instead, he got a hold of my cock, in his lubed hand and started to wank me off. He would gently stroke my cock for 5 to 10 seconds and then stop for 15. This pattern soon had me focused on my cock, and I wanted to cum. He loosened his hand, and I found my hips involuntarily moving, trying to find his hand so that he could finish me off. Every time I found his hand, he would move it. Then pop! The pain in my sphincter erupted like a lightening bolt behind my eyes, before subsiding back down. He was fully inside me!



As he started to slide the rest of his cock deep into my guts, he again loosely held my cock in his fist. I hadn’t had an erection like this in years. I was so hard it hurt. Did that mean I was gay? This was my second erection in a week from getting boned in the arse! “Hump my fist!” He commanded. Despite the pain from his fucking me, I was so damned horny, I needed to cum. I started bucking my hips, willingly fucking his monster, and bringing him ever closer to ejaculation. He was clever, as despite my best attempts, I never got enough friction to actually take me over the edge. Instead, whenever I got close, he would loosen his fist, and I would come back from the edge. All the time, gyrating my hips as I brought him his pleasure.



He started to hump me in sync with my gyrations, and the table started to grate across the floor underneath us. The scraping a curious counterpoint to our panting and moaning. I had lost all inhibitions by this point, and his cock rubbing my prostate just made me need to cum all the more.



“I’m going to fill you guts with my seed,” he moaned in my ear. “If you want to cum with Daddy, then I want you to beg for it.”



“Oh god,” I moaned between gasps of breath, “please let me cum!”



“You want to cum while I have my cock buried in your arse, boning you, with my cum boiling in my balls?” he teased.



“Yes Daddy, I want to cum while you shoot your load into my guts, I want to be your little cum bucket!” I groaned.



He tightened his grip on my cock, and I felt his cock grow bigger in my anal cavity. As his body went rigid from his own orgasm, I could feel his sperm boiling away in my guts. I desperately humped my hips against him, drawing all his juices out, whilst finally taking myself over the edge in the most intense orgasm I had ever had.



We lay there panting for several minutes, before he pulled his semi-erect cock out of my arse. I could feel a rush of cum slide down my thigh as he did so. My arse didn’t close, and the cool air felt such a strange sensation.



“Now be a good boy, and clean your cum up from the floor,” he instructed. Helping me down to my knees, I began to slurp my sperm up from the filthy kitchen floor. My mind was in turmoil I did so. Not only had I cum whilst being fucked in the arse, but I had willingly participated. I couldn’t even pretend I hadn’t enjoyed it, as I had! I consoled myself that it was more his stimulation of my cock rather than anything voluntary on my part. But I faced a stark reality, I was Bi now. There could be no going back.



Minutes later I was out of the bondage gear and stood with Megan at the till, as she paid for the pile of purchases.



“Was he any good?” she inquired.



“Just as you had predicted. He couldn’t handle the size of my cock in his throat, but he’ll get used to that over time. When I fucked his arse, he was humping me wildly as he sought his own relief. You can bring him back anytime, and I’ll finish his training. I suggest you get a chastity belt for him. That will keep him on edge and pliable to your plans.”



I stood there stunned, Megan had planned the whole thing! I now worried about the rest of the weekend.

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