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Dominick's Men's Wear Plus

Taylor hated clothes shopping. He was a boar, in his mid thirties. Like many with porcine aspects, he carried a lot of extra weight on a taller than average frame. It wasn't the shopping itself that bothered him, it was how hard it was to find something that looked good on him. Even big and tall stores seemed in much more geared towards the tall individual than the big and as far as Taylor was concerned, even when they did have clothes for him, they acted as if his size meant he shouldn't expect fashion. He wasn't a clothes horse by any means, but he did like to look good in what he wore and knew damn well that carrying an excess of a hundred and fifty pounds didn't preclude that possibility.

To that end, he did have the services of a tailor who had made him a couple of custom suits at no small expense, but one couldn't, even if they wanted to, wear formal wear at all times, no matter how good you looked in it. That meant clothes shopping and hours of disappointment.

Dominick's Men's Wear Plus sent him a circular for its grand opening. He didn't know if he was on a list somewhere of big and tall shoppers or if they'd sent one to everyone in town, but the add had shown promise. The prices looked fair, suspiciously cheap, actually, considering what most places charged for his sizes. Still, the clothes looked good as they were displayed and, figuring it couldn't be any worse of an experience than the rest of his clothes shopping career, he made plans to catch their grand opening sale.

The store front was festooned with all the normal grand opening decorations: colored pennants, helium balloons, and a big sign proudly announcing an incredible sale. It was later in the day, so whatever ceremony there might have been at the actual opening of the store was over. The small parking lot had only one other car in it besides his own. He wondered if the opening had been a bust.

The inside of the store was exactly what he'd expected, it looked like every other clothing shop he'd ever been in, with the exception of the mannequins. Taylor wondered where they'd gotten plus sized male mannequins. The clothing looked nice enough. The casual clothes were up front, proudly displaying pop culture tees and jeans that he thought might actually look good on him. To the left were the underthings. He was very glad to see that they had a wide range of styles to choose from. He didn't need anything from that section, though, so he quickly moved on to the suits on the back wall. There wasn't anything there that he needed either, but he thought it would give him a better idea of how much quality the place actually had.

As he was passing from the underwear to the formal wear, a salesperson approached him, the first person he'd seen since he'd entered the store. By the white stripe down his otherwise brown mottled face and hair, Taylor recognized him as a badger. He was a short man, barely taller than the racks of clothes he passed by, which might have explained why Taylor hadn't seen him until now. If it weren't for his name tag, Taylor might have thought him a fellow customer, as he was as wide as he was tall.

"Hi, thanks for joining us today," he said, smiling and extending his hand. Taylor shook it firmly. The salesman spoke with a soft, raspy voice and shook hands with a businesslike manner, neither too firm or too limp. Taylor didn't consciously put much stock in these things, but he found himself taking it as a positive sign anyway.

"I'm Dominick, is there anything I can do for you today? Anything I can help you find?"

"The Dominick?" Taylor asked.

"Yes, this is my store. Not a chain, not a franchise, one hundred percent locally owned and operated."

"Well, congratulations, I hope it's a success."

"Thank you, so do I," Dominick said. "Is there something specific you're looking for today?"

"Not really, I just got your ad and wanted to check out your place."

"So you've come with an open mind then, have you? Excellent. There must be some kind of hole in your closet, though, or you wouldn't be looking into a new shop. Are we looking for basics, casual wear, outdoors wear, athletic wear? If you can wear it, you can buy it here at Dominick's."

"Do you have any fetish wear?" Taylor asked as a joke.

"Were you looking for leather, vinyl, or rubber?" Dominick returned without missing a beat.

"I was kidding," Taylor said, chuckling.

"I wasn't," Dominick said, straight faced.

Taylor eyed him, unsure if he was really serious or not. Dominick faced it down with barely a blink.

"You're joking."

"No, it's right over here."

Dominick motioned towards a doorway in the side opposite the basics that Taylor hadn't noticed before. There was a sign above it that declared it a Boutique. A single swinging door separated it from the main shop.

"I run a complete shop here. Literally anything that a man might need or want to wear, I carry."

"Huh," Taylor said. He had never been interested in fetish wear, considering it a little bit silly, but he couldn't help but be curious. The rest of the shop seemed to be fairly conservative and tasteful and he wondered what the fetish section looked like. He'd been in sex shops before and there was always a dirty, seedy quality to them that made him uncomfortable. Would this nice looking place be the same once it got frankly sexual?

There was only one way to find out. Taylor headed for the door. Dominick got there first and pushed it open for him.

The fetish wear boutique was only a quarter of the size of the main store. Racks and shelves lined the walls, broken up here and there by a mannequin displaying some sort of outfit. One corner had a three mirror set up that let you see yourself from all angles and a bench for waiting. In the middle of the room was another set of racks. Everything seemed to be well organized. He recognized a great deal of the items on display: leather harnesses in various styles, gimp suits made from several different materials, chaps, vests, and masks of all kinds. One section was given over entirely to uniforms. Taylor noticed that there were no sex toys or paraphernalia and no porn. It really was strictly a clothing store, even if the clothing was outside the norm.

"I do carry a variety of sizes, but chances are, most people are going to require something customized, or even built from scratch. I do that all myself and discretion is, of course, my number two priority, right after making the perfect piece."

Taylor went deeper into the boutique and started examining the merchandise in more detail. The scent of rubber and leather filled his nostrils. He realized he was hard and tried to discretely realign his erection. If Dominick noticed, he made no mention. The bell on the front door rang as someone entered and Dominick excused himself, leaving Taylor alone.

He found himself drawn to an ornate leather harness on one of the mannequins. Leather straps went over the shoulders and under the arms, held together by a steel ring that rested in the center of the chest. Another strap hung down from that, connected to a belt. The belt formed something of a jock strap, with two leather straps for the buttocks, but instead of a pouch to hold the penis, it had a cock ring. A final strap went up from the chest ring and connected to a spiked dog collar.

Taylor had seen its like in pictures, but he'd never seen one in person before. Something about it attracted him. He reached out and touched it, felt the hard, cool, leather under his fingers and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wear it. Part of him was certain it would just look and feel silly, but there was that other part of him that wasn't so sure. Maybe he could pull it off. Didn't the clothes make the man?

A sudden sense of embarrassment swept over him and he stepped away from the get-up. Who did he think he was fooling? The chances of him looking or feeling anything but foolish in such an outfit were infinitesimal. He toured the rest of the boutique quickly, being careful not to look too closely at anything to keep from falling under its spell like he had the harness. He was almost finished with his circuit around the room when Dominick returned.

"Sorry to have to leave you like that," he said.

"Not a problem," Taylor said. "You've got to run your business."

Dominick nodded and said, "So, did anything back here strike your fancy?"

Taylor shrugged and glanced at the harness despite himself. Once he realized what he was doing, he tried to pass it off as taking one last look at the whole room, but Dominick just smiled slyly.

"You like that harness, do you?" he said.

"Well, I suppose," Taylor said, embarrassed to have been caught out. "It's a bit much, though, I think."

"Not at all," Dominick said, "it's exactly enough. This sort of thing is all about roles. Maybe they're roles that belong to you, but just as often, if not more, they're roles we play at. The harness is just a bit of character reinforcement. Would you like to try it?"

"I don't think I'd fit into it," Taylor said after a moment of trying to find a way to refuse without sounding insulting.

"Not that one, of course, but I have one that I think would fit you well enough." Dominick lifted the tablecloth and revealed a box.

"No, I don't think--"

"I don't mean to be pushy or rude," Dominick said, "but if you're even remotely interested, you should try it on. The worst that can happen is that you decide that it isn't right for you, but if you don't try, you'll never know and maybe you'll go your whole life without another chance like that."

Taylor gave that a moment of thought. Would he ever have a chance like this? The store was empty, his privacy was guaranteed. The only ones who would ever know were Dominick and himself. What if he did turn out to like it? The more he thought about it, the more he thought that he might. Sure, it wasn't him, but like Dominick said, that wasn't the point was it? If he put it on, he could be a different person. The idea gave him a small thrill. He'd never allowed himself to consider it before, but now that he was, the idea was rapidly becoming overpowering.

"Alright," he said. "How's this work?"

"It's up to you. I can lock the door there and you can try it on yourself, or I can help you if you think you need it."

"I think I'll need a hand. I don't have any idea how to put something like that on."

"It's simple enough," Dominick said. He set the bolt that locked the door. "You can try it over your clothes if you like, though I wouldn't recommend it. You won't get the full effect that way. Come over to the mirrors, if you please. It will be easier if I can show you what I'm doing."

As he followed Dominick to the mirrors, he took off his buttoned shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head. He saw himself in the mirror, stripped to the waist, his belly and breasts on full display. For a moment, self consciousness assailed him, but as quickly as it came over him, it faded away. Nobody was going to judge him here. Dominick was the only one there and he certainly was in no position. He stepped up onto the platform and saw himself from three perspectives. Dominick stood by with the harness in hand.

"Now, this harness is fairly modular. You can wear any of the pieces alone if you want or in any combination. Raise your arms over your head, if you would."

Standing on a step stool, Dominick dropped the harness over his head and arms. He spent a few moments fussing with the buckles that adjusted the length.

"Did you want the collar? You should be able to handle that yourself, if you like."

Might as well, he thought, and buckled the leather around his throat.

"Make sure you can breathe," Dominick said, as he reached around and adjusted Taylor's breasts so they rested properly between the straps. "How's that feel?"

"It's fine," Taylor said. He barely heard the other man, he was so taken with the images he saw in the mirrors. Far from making him feel silly, the studded leather made him feel and look tough and sexy. There was a part of him that giggled at the whole idea still, but it was far in the back and he would probably never listen to it again.

"Did you want to try the lower half? You'll need to take off your pants, but you can leave your underwear on if you don't want to put all the goods on display."

"In for a penny, in for a pound," Taylor said, and dropped his pants, drawers and all.

"Lift your belly for me, would you?" Dominick said. He fastened the belt around his waist.

"Once we get it all adjusted, you'll be able to just slip the top and bottom on separately and then attach them. Hang on a second, I think I need to get you a bigger ring."

Dominick was back in only a moment and quickly switched the steel cock ring out for another. He connected all the straps, which hung loose, as they weren't yet adjusted for Taylor's body.

"The next step is putting the ring on you. You can do it or I can. It's completely up to you."

The costume seemed to be doing it's job. He wasn't the Taylor that had walked into Dominick's looking for nothing in particular. That Taylor never would have another man dress him in leather. He wouldn't have worn leather at all, except for a tasteful leather jacket, perhaps. This new Taylor was a big burly man in studded leather. It seemed normal, natural even, for this Taylor to have another man handle his genitals to put them in a cock ring.

"Go ahead," he said.

Taylor watched as Dominick lifted his scrotum and put first one, then the other testicle through the steel. Dominick's handling took what had been idling at a semi-engorgement and turned it into a full blown erection.

"I can't put it on with you hard," Dominick said. "Do you want me to take care of it?"

Did he mean what he thought he meant? Dominick looked up at him for an answer. Taylor nodded. Dominick took his erection into his mouth without hesitation. Taylor groaned at the wet warmth that surrounded him. His hand, seemingly of its own accord, came up to rest on the shorter man's head. Dominick caressed Taylor's sack as his head bobbed back and forth, pleasuring his customer. Said customer's hips made short thrusts to meet his lips.

The thrill of the situation, half dressed in fetish gear and being sucked off by a stranger in a shop, seemed to multiply the pleasure he felt and it didn't take long at all for him to feel his orgasm approaching. Seeing the whole thing from four angles at once was like gasoline on the fire.

"Oh, fuck," he said, "I'm going to cum."

The clothier moaned hungrily and redoubled his efforts. Taking that as a signal, Taylor clenched his fist in his hair and roughly thrust into his mouth. Thirty seconds later, he ground his pubis into Dominick's nose as he shot blasts of hot cum into his mouth, which he sucked down eagerly. He kept sucking until Taylor was too sensitive to let him continue. He pulled back, and released Dominick's head. Without missing a beat, Dominick pulled Taylor's now flaccid penis through the ring and put in place. He attached the remaining straps and adjusted them to their proper lengths, then stepped back to give Taylor an unimpeded view of the complete new him.

He stared. He looked and felt like a different person. He'd never felt this strong before. The black studded leather molded his body to show it off in the best way possible. His breasts were perfectly framed. The strap down the front that connected to the cock ring served to pull his belly back slightly to show off his engorged penis. The slight constriction of blood made his erection look bigger than he ever remembered it looking. The way the ring pushed his scrotum forward slightly made it look better too. The straps on his butt framed it perfectly. All in all, he felt like a model, like he was the very archetype of sexy.

"How do you feel?" Dominick asked.

"I don't know. Good. Sexy. Strong."

"Sounds like you do know." Dominick sounded very pleased with himself.

"How much is this?"

Dominick gave him the number, but added, "That's for what you're wearing now. It would be at least half more for a custom job, though to be honest, that looks so good on you, I'm not sure the custom would be worth it."

"I'll take it."

"Wonderful," Dominick said.

Taylor idly stroked his hard cock as he looked at himself in the mirrors. The door bell rang and Dominick excused himself. Taylor posed and turned to see himself in every available angle. The more he looked, the more he liked how he looked in the harness. His self consciousness was all but gone. He looked damned good and anybody who thought different couldn't possibly matter. How foolish he had been to look down on wearing leather as silly.

Dominick came back into the boutique section. He stood behind Taylor where he could see him in one of the mirrors and cleared his throat as he clasped his hands in an apologetic motion.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but I have another customer who would like to browse the boutique. Are you nearly finished, or should I ask him to come back later?"

"No, it's fine. I can get dressed real quick," Taylor said. With his new found confidence he wouldn't mind being seen at all, but that didn't mean anyone necessarily wanted to see him. It was just basic respect for others.

"That's not strictly necessary," Dominick said. "That harness looks a lot better on you than it does the mannequin."

Taylor shrugged. "It's your store." In truth, he found the idea exciting. Like dressing up, he'd never considered being seen by a stranger. He'd always dismissed it out of hand as something he could never be in to, but in the present circumstance, it seemed perfectly normal. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

He stepped down from the platform and looked for his shoes. They were by his other clothes, neatly arranged on a shelf nearby. Looking at them, though, he decided they didn't fit with the harness and elected instead to take off his socks and add them to the pile. The carpet was soft and warm.

The new customer, a rotund white rabbit, entered the boutique room and stopped dead.

"Wow," he said.

Taylor was certainly pleased by that reaction. That was probably the moment that his hangups that remained crept into the attic of his mind and didn't return. A drop of precum slipped out of him and slowly descended towards the floor.

"Is he for sale?" the customer asked.

"This is a men's wear store, not a brothel," Dominick said.

"That's a shame."

He started browsing, but every minute or so, he'd stop and take a long look at Taylor. One of those times, he caught Taylor wiping his cock head with his finger and bringing it to his lips to taste himself.

"Are you sure we can't..." he said after a few minutes.

"He's a customer, just like you are," Dominick said.

"I see."

He dropped all pretense of checking out the merchandise and approached Taylor. They were about the same height with the same build. Taylor liked what he saw and if this guy was going to proposition him like he thought he was, he wasn't going to say no.

"How do you like that leather?" he asked. "Is it comfortable?"

"I don't know if comfortable is the right word for it, but it feels really good. I've never felt so sexy in my life," Taylor said.

"You certainly look sexy." He caressed the leather on Taylor's chest, then traced it down to the steel ring in the center, then down the vertical strap to the belt. He met Taylor's eyes, then glanced down and raised his eyebrows before bringing meeting his gaze again. The question was obvious. Taylor nodded.

The customer hefted Taylor's balls. His palm was warm. His scrotum reacted instantly and loosened up, the folds falling between the customer's fingers. He gently squeezed and Taylor groaned.

Dominick cleared his throat loudly.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said. "This is a clothing store. If you're not here for the purpose of buying clothing..." he let the suggestion hang in the air.

"You're the one who suggested that I not get dressed," Taylor said, "and didn't you just give me a blow job a minute ago?"

The new customer turned to look at Dominick, one eyebrow raised. Dominick cringed.

"That was different, that was so you could try on the harness. You can't put a cock ring on with an erection."

"Can't get it off either," the customer said.

"Look, this is all besides the point," Dominick sputtered, "This is my store and I insist that--"

"Do you really mean that, or are you just playing a role?" Taylor asked.

Dominick said nothing. He looked down and bit his lip. The other customer took that as permission and moved from playing with Taylor's balls to stroking his erection. Perhaps reacting to the hungry look in Taylor's eyes, Dominick undressed. Taylor noticed his nipples were pierced by gold rings. His belly was too big for Taylor to see his cock at this angle, but it seemed a given that he was hard.

Taylor crooked his finger at him and Dominick obeyed. He reached under his belly to check for himself and found that not only was he hard as a rock, but he was pierced with what felt like a heavy metal ring in a Prince Albert. Dominick shivered at the touch of his hand and moaned loudly when Taylor gave his cock a firm squeeze.

Still new to this whole type of situation, Taylor was unsure of what he should do next. Clearly, Dominick was some kind of submissive and Taylor was certainly feeling dominant, but that was all that was clear and that was not to mention the other stranger who was currently stroking him. Dominick saved him from doing something wrong by speaking up.

"Please let me suck your cock again," he said and looked up with needy eyes. Taylor put his hand on top of his head and pressed. The clothier took his signal and dropped to his knees. The stranger held Taylor's cock up as if offering it to him. When Dominick's warm mouth engulfed him, he let go and took hold of his own cock and jerked it.

Taylor watched Dominick suck his cock for the second time. The stranger put an arm around Taylor's shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. Taylor met his lips, felt his tongue pressed against them, and opened his mouth to let it in. Their tongues dueled until the stranger broke the kiss and pulled out his cock.

"Don't forget about me," he said, looking down at Dominick and using his free hand to slap his erection against the submissive's face. Dominick let Taylor drop from his mouth to his hand and turned to take the other. He continued flopping it around, teasing him by keeping it just out of his reach. Dominick finally managed to catch his prey and started sucking, the whole time, stroking Taylor's wet cock.

Taylor pulled the stranger back into the kiss. They groped each other as Dominick alternated sucking and stroking them.

"What do you say we spit-roast this slut?" The stranger said. Dominick moaned and took Taylor as deep into his throat as he could. "I think he likes the sound of that," he said. Taylor liked the sound of that too. He'd had an erection for a long time by now, and as good as the sucking and stroking felt, it wasn't doing it for him.

"Who goes first?" Taylor asked.

"Smallest goes first," the stranger said, "otherwise he might get too stretched out for the other guy.

"You do this often?" Taylor asked.

The other guy laughed. "Not that often, but it's not my first time." He tapped Dominick on the head until he looked up. "Hey, which one of us is bigger?"

Dominick licked the head of each man before answering. "You're both pretty close, but I think you're going first."

The stranger clapped Taylor on the shoulder. "I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds." He looked around for a second and said, "I think we should move this over to the platform. I think it'll make things line up better."

The threesome did as he suggested. Dominick climbed onto the platform and rested on his hands and knees. The other two took their places in front and behind him.

"You keep any lube around here?" Dominick shook his head. "Well, I hope spit's good enough for you."

The stranger spat in his hand and slicked up his cock. If taking him on spit gave Dominick any pause, he gave no sign. He immediately took Taylor into his mouth and started sucking. The stranger spat on his hand again, this time rubbing it against Dominick's asshole. Taylor felt him moan when he finally pressed his cock into Dominick.

"This bitch feels good," the stranger said when he was fully buried. Taylor couldn't argue. Dominick was quite talented with his mouth. As the stranger started thrusting in and out, they fell into an easy rhythm where the stranger planted his hands on Dominick's hips and pulled him back to meet his thrusts. Countering that motion, Taylor had his hand on the back of Dominick's head and pulled him forward when he threatened to let his cock loose. That made him lean forward until Taylor's cock was fully buried in his throat, which reset the motion.

It didn't take too long though, for Dominick to gag and have to pull away. Taylor's first instinct was to stop and ask if he was alright, but before he got a chance to do more than open his mouth, Dominick dived forward just as aggressively.

The stranger grunted out, "I love an eager little slut, especially when they pretend to resist at first." Then he slapped Dominick's rump.

Motion caught Taylor's eye and he turned his head to see the tableau reflected in the triple mirror by the platform. It was very erotic to see himself, geared up in the leather harness, sharing a submissive with another man. Their flesh bounced and jiggled as they moved. It completed the feast of the senses.

Abruptly, the stranger doubled his pace, ruining the smooth machine. It was all Dominick could do to keep Taylor's cock in his mouth. The stranger puffed like a steam train as he pounded as hard and fast as he could into the submissive store owner.

"Here it comes," he panted, "get ready for sloppy seconds!" He slammed his hips in one more time and held it there, grunting like a power lifter.

Taylor slowly pushed his cock in and out of Dominick's mouth while he waited for the stranger to finish his orgasm and thought about how he wanted to continue the tryst. He expected the stranger to need some kind of rest after he finished, so clearly they'd need to switch things up.

The stranger's flaccid member finally slipped out and he stepped away. "Your turn," he said as he leaned on a nearby display.

Taylor eagerly stepped around Dominick, grabbed him by the hips, and rolled him over onto his back. Lifting Dominick's legs into the air by his ankles, Taylor looked down at his leaking asshole. Sloppy seconds was certainly the right word for it. He lined himself up and pushed in as easily as putting on a sock.

It was wet and warm and not particularly tight, but Taylor loved it. He noticed Dominick's crotch was sopping wet. Clearly he loved it too. As he got into his rhythm, he saw the clothier's cock twitch and shoot out a small jet of pre-cum. Fuck, that was hot. He wasn't even touching himself.

"Please, fuck me harder," Dominick said. Taylor did as he asked, hugging his knees together and lifting his backside up to get a better angle and slammed in has hard as he could. This new position, with his knees together, was much tighter, which encouraged Taylor to thrust all the harder.

Dominick kept up a litany of begging and dirty talk as Taylor worked on his hole. It drove Taylor into a frenzy. After a minute or so, the stranger stepped around the copulating pair and planted his ass right onto Dominick's still speaking face.

"This bitch talks too much," he said over his shoulder. He groaned as the store owner started eating him out.

Taylor couldn't last much longer. As hot as Dominick's constant stream of dirty talk had been, having it cut off by another man sitting on his face was even hotter.

"Fuck, oh fuck, here it comes," Taylor heard himself say and it was true. He slammed in one last and unloaded his balls into the fat ass under him. All his muscles clenched and held him still until he finished ejaculating. Then he collapsed, burying his face into Dominick's belly.

The stranger stood up, drawing whines from Dominick.

"Move over, Rover, let Jimmy take over." he said. Taylor did as he was asked and sat down next to Dominick. Without ceremony, the stranger hilted himself again. The sound was almost comical, but nobody thought it was funny. To his immense surprise, Taylor found himself getting hard again.

He watched another jet of preseminal fluid escape from Dominick as the stranger hit the right spot. Inspired, Taylor straddled him in a sixty-nine and started to suck his leaky cock. The taste was divine and it seemed that every time he'd sucked the flavor away, another jet would come out, rewetting his tongue.

He felt Dominick's tongue on his balls at first, and then on his taint, and then finally on his hole. He was very talented. Taylor ground his cock into Dominick's chest, digging a slimy furrow in the fur there.

The stranger came again, at least, Taylor assumed he did. He didn't make any noise when he did, just stiffened for a moment before stepping back. Taylor climbed down to take his place. The stranger stuck his slimy cock into Dominick's mouth for cleaning. When he was done, he turned away to gather his clothes.

"Thanks," was all he said. Then he dressed and was gone. Dominick stroked himself as Taylor worked towards his third orgasm of the day. Dominick's hole was so sloppy and loose from the four times it had been fucked, that even if Taylor hadn't come so many times, it would still take him forever to cum.

After a minute or so of thrusting, Taylor decided he wasn't going to be able to cum in Dominick's ass. There just wasn't enough friction to get him over the hump. He pulled out and climbed on top of Dominick, straddling his chest. Taking a firm grip on the fur on the back of his head, he pulled until Dominick could reach his erection.

The submissive started sucking without hesitation, craning his neck to take as much of Taylor into his mouth as he could. It felt good, but Taylor was losing his patience. He let go off Dominick's head and started to fuck his own hand. The extra friction was enough to send him over the edge and with a grunt and a whimper, he shot out his final load of the day. It wasn't the most impressive cum shot in the world, but for the third time in one day, it wasn't bad. It painted a thin white line across Dominick's muzzle before relaxing to a dribble that coated his neck and chin.

Dominick used his tongue to taste what he could. Taylor rolled off of him onto his back and watched at Dominick masturbated himself to completion.

"Oh fuck," he grunted as he painted his belly with shot after shot. "Oh God, I needed that," he said when he was finished.

And just like that, the spell was over. No longer was he a strong, confidant dom. He was an embarrassed fat man in a silly leather harness who had just all but raped a guy alongside another man.

He slipped his soft cock out of the ring that had gotten him into the situation and sat up, averting his eyes from the man beside him.

"I'm going to give you a discount on that harness if you promise to come back some time," Dominick said.

"I don't know about that," Taylor said.

Dominick caught his tone of voice. "No. You forget about that regret. I know that voice. If anyone took advantage of anyone, I took advantage of you."

The front door of the store opened with a chime.

"Oh, damn," Dominick said. "I'll be right with you," he shouted, and took stood up. Using the three mirror set-up and his underwear he quickly wiped up the cum on his face, belly, and bottom. Then he got dressed as quickly as he could. He tossed the soiled underwear to Taylor.

"A souvenir," he said. "You might want to put some other clothes on now, I don't know if I have the energy for a repeat performance."

Then he was through the door into the main shop.

It was certainly impossible to argue with that suggestion. Taylor took off the leather harness and got back into his regular clothes. He put the leather back in the box along with the soiled underwear. For a moment he hesitated, considering leaving the box behind and fleeing. But then he remembered how he'd felt when he'd first put it on, how strong it made him feel. He wanted that again.

He walked out of the boutique and approached the register. Dominick excused himself from the customer he was helping to ring him up. Taylor gave him his credit card, Dominick ran it through and handed him the receipt. Taylor didn't look at how much Dominick had charged him. He went home.