I walked straight home from Neil's house. I needed to get home and have a shower to try and wash away this feeling off of me. I felt dirty. I felt used. I needed to reset myself. As I turned to walk down our driveway, I was met by my wife hanging out of our car. As I approached, I announced my arrival, and she climbed out and shut the door.

"John, are you okay? Your eyes are red; it almost looks like you've been crying," she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine; it must just be my allergies playing up," I responded.

"Are you sure? I've never seen your eyes look like this before."

"Yes, I'm sure," I said a bit too firmly. "I'm going to get in the shower and see if that sorts me out."

I gave her a kiss and made my way into the house. I took my shoes off and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I switched it on, letting the water run over my head and face. The water was warm and refreshing as I stood there letting it consume my body. I closed my eyes as I faced the oncoming stream; the events of the previous two hours replayed in my mind, and they felt just as real in my shower as they did when I was kneeling in Neil's kitchen. I had cheated on Jane. There were no other words to describe it, and the context of being blackmailed by my neighbor didn't matter. I was an adulterer and couldn't take it back.

As I stood in the shower, I started to wash my body to try to rid myself of the dirty feeling I felt. I tried to not think about what I'd done, but it was no use. Every time I closed my eyes, Neil's big, thick cock was there, swaying in front of me. I could see it clear as day, the vein, the pre-cum, and the look on his face as he told me to take it. The aroma of shower gel filled the room as I continued to clean myself. My soapy hands roamed lower and found my cock, which was getting hard. Being in the shower and soaping myself usually made me hard at some point, but this was different. I was getting hard at the thoughts of how Neil used me. He used me for his enjoyment and for his pleasure. He wasn't bothered that I didn't cum; in fact, it turned him on to send me home with such aching balls. And they were ACHING.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly started to pump my cock. My legs wobbled slightly at the sensation. I really needed to cum. The way Neil had treated me was making my cock pulse in my hand. I could feel I was getting close already. I envisioned his cock going in and out of my mouth again; the sounds it made as it claimed my hole echoed in my head. I started to stroke faster, craving my release; my breathing started to change, signalling how close I was. I thought about the words he used, and I lost it. My body shook and my hips bucked as I shot rope after rope of cum up our shower screen. I tried to grip the wall for support with my free hand whilst I continued to pump the cum from my shaft as my orgasm took hold. I tried my hardest not to moan as I rode the wave of my orgasm, but I couldn't contain the pleasure coursing through my body, and my moan reverberated around the room, bouncing off the tiled walls.

After a few earth-shattering moments, I mentally came back into the room and took a step backwards to admire the mess I'd made. My cum was plastered up the shower screen as high as my chest. I panted and smiled briefly, looking at the canvas I'd created. The smile wasn't on my face for long, however, as I remembered the cause of my orgasm and the feeling I had at the start of my shower took hold again. I removed the showerhead and washed away the evidence and finished my shower in silence.

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Over the next few days, my mood failed to improve. Like last time, I tried my best to avoid Neil after what had happened. I didn't mention him in conversation and only left the house with my wife and child to run errands. We had just finished our latest errand run and pulled up on our driveway; my wife turned the engine off and then turned to face me.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked softly. "You really haven't been yourself these past few days; you've been very flat."

"I'm fine; I just have a lot going on in my head at the moment," I replied.

"Is Neil the problem?"

I shot her a look.

"What makes you ask that?"

"Well, a few days ago, all you wanted to talk about was Neil, and now you don't mention him. Did you guys have a fight or something? Is that why you came home with your eyes so red?"

"We haven't had a fight, per se; he just isn't the guy I thought he was."

"Oh, come off it, John," she said with a slight firmness in her voice that made me raise an eyebrow. "You always say to me, 'I don't have any friends,' and now you've got one; you're going to let him go over a small fight?"

"We haven't had a fight!" I argued back.

"Well, whatever has gone on between you two, go sort it out because this is daft!"

I mumbled under my breath and looked out the window.

"Go," she said. "Dinner will be ready for you when you get back."

I let out a sigh. "Alright then. I'll be back as quick as I can." I kissed her and got out of the car, closing the door after me. I sighed again and made my way round the corner to Neil's.

××××××

I arrived at Neil's house, knocked on the door, and it swung open. He paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Hello cocksucker!" he said.

My eyes widened at being called this. What was he playing at? Anybody could have walked past and heard that!

"I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon!"

I pushed past him into his house. "You're lucky I'm here at all... And don't call me a cocksucker," I said with a bit of force in my voice.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm only here because my wife told me to come over!"

"Wait a minute. So you're only here on the orders of your wife? Bloody hell, John, you're taking to the submissive life even quicker than I thought you would. First you've submitted to me without really putting up a fight, and now you're bending over to do as your wife commands. You'll be submitting to the entire street next!"

"It's not like that at all."

"Yes, it is, and you know it is. You just aren't ready to fully commit yet. This might change your mind, though; come with me."

He made a motion to go upstairs.

"If you think I'm going upstairs with you, you are sadly mistaken," I said, trying to be firm.

"John, your tone is cute, but please remember who has the control here. Now I have something upstairs for you; let's call it a present that I'd like to give you," he said again, ushering me towards the stairs.

"Neil, I'm not going."

"Do you want Jane to know what a cock-sucking loser you are?!"

"No," I said, defeated.

"Good boy. Now let's go."

As I followed him up the stairs, my eyes tried not to focus on his swaying ass as it climbed in front of me. From this angle, I also noticed for the first time how toned Neil's legs were. His calves were works of art; they were strong, powerful, and masculine. We reached the top, and Neil led me to his bedroom. He opened the door to reveal a room that was minimalist yet cozy at the same time. Off to the side was a massive superking bed. The room was very in keeping with Neil as a person and the rest of the house. Next to the bed was a bedside table, and on top of it sat a small white box with a black ribbon wrapped around it. I stood awkwardly off to the side when Neil called out.

"Well, sit down."

I sat down on the edge of the bed. Neil joined me and reached across for the box. He handed it to me, and I studied it in my hands. The box felt of high quality but wasn't overly weighty. I ran the ends of the ribbon through my fingers.

"Open it."

I pulled at the ribbon, and it fell off the box. I removed the lid, and my mouth fell open slightly at what I was looking at. Surrounded by black tissue was a 3-inch steel butt plug. I glanced at Neil, who was looking at me intently with a wicked look on his face. I reverted my focus back to the plug; I picked it up and felt its weight. It was ice cold to touch. I rotated the plug in my hand, and at the base was a bejewelled 'N.'

"It means you belong to me," he said firmly.

I was startled by his words.

"Neil, I'm not doing anything with this!" I said.

"Let's look at the facts, John. Everything we've done so far you've had reservations about, yet done nothing about. Up until that last comment, you've said nothing about the plug. You haven't thrown it away; you haven't run away. You've stayed exactly where you are. You are submitting to me more and more with each conversation we have, and you don't even know it. You belong to me."

How could I argue with that? He was right. I'd done nothing to get myself out of this situation, barely even moved. Maybe he was right, maybe I was submitting to him. My train of thought was stopped by Neil clicking twice.

"Strip," he said in that dominant voice of his.

"Neil, I really don't want..." I started to say.

"John, this is happening; you belong to me, and you will do as I say... And I want you to refer to me as 'Sir' when we're in here. Got that?"

"Yes... Sir."

I started to take my clothes off, and with every piece that I removed, I felt Neil's eyes roam over my body until eventually I was naked in front of him.

"You've got a nice body, John; now get up on the bed on all fours."

I gingerly climbed onto his bed. My body shivered in the cooler air; my cock and balls hung low in this position. I was fully on show for this man. I heard Neil move around the bed and go through the drawer of the bedside table. I gasped quietly as he pulled out a bottle of lube. He smiled as he walked past me to the end of the bed.

"I'm really not sure about this."

As I said the final word, Neil spanked my ass hard, making me flinch forward slightly.

"I think you'll really like this," he said excitedly.

I heard him flip the cap open on the bottle and squeeze some on his fingers. I braced myself by gripping the sheets tightly. My knuckles turned white with how tight I was gripping them. I readied myself and cooed slightly as the cool gel was applied around my tight virgin hole. Neil rubbed the lube round in circles, and every time he brushed over my hole, I took a sharp intake of breath.

"This will sting at first, but it gets better."

He slowly pushed his index finger inside me. I raised my head and hissed through my teeth at the pain as he pushed past my tight opening. As he worked his index finger into my ass, Neil spanked me again, sending a stinging sensation to my hole. I flinched again, making his finger slip further inside me.

"There's a good boy; you've taken pretty much my entire finger."

Neil paused for a moment, allowing me to get accustomed to this new feeling. He then slowly began retracting his finger before pushing it back inside me. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever seen myself in this position, but rather than wanting to escape like I thought I would, I unconsciously started rocking myself slightly to meet Neil's forward motions. I heard Neil laugh from behind me.

"You naughty slut, haha. This was supposed to be my fun, but look at you wanting more!"

As he pulled his finger out of me again, this time he returned with his second finger, which made me yelp as I felt my ass stretch further. My cries of pain did not stop him, and he kept up this motion of fingering me until he withdrew them completely, and I was left with an unfamiliar empty feeling. As I was gathering my senses, I felt a cold sensation near my asshole and then was hit with the feeling of being full once more. Neil delicately pushed the plug inside me, which made me shamefully coo once more. This was a very different feeling to his fingers; it felt hard and rigid inside of me, but oddly, not unpleasant. I stayed motionless on the bed on all fours when there was a flash in the room. I looked over my shoulder to see Neil stood at the end of the bed with a Polaroid camera, grinning at me.

"This was too good of an opportunity to miss out on; the plug looks perfect inside you. Your ass is even marked!" he said gleefully.

Panic swept over my body. I suddenly became very aware of what was happening. I could feel the anxiety rising inside me and the storm clouds beginning to form inside my mind. I went to move off the bed, but as I did, Neil removed the plug from inside me, which routed me to the spot. He then slowly began fucking me with the plug, making me sink into the mattress. Each time the stem of the plug went inside me, my ass sucked onto it with an audible squelch, pulling it in deeper until only the base was visible. Neil kept this up for a few minutes, and as each minute passed, the pain level receded, and a new feeling started to take hold. My body started to tingle in a way it never has before, and a little moan left my mouth, and that's when Neil spanked me once more.

"Roll over," he demanded.

"What? Why?" I enquired.

"Do as I say."

I rolled over and sat on the bed with the plug buried inside me. My cock was rock hard and starting to leak pre-cum. I felt my face flush at the embarrassment of how my body was betraying me. Why was being used like this having such an effect on my body?! I looked up from my cock to see Neil grinning at me.

"Stroke for me."

Resigned to the situation I was in, I took hold of my cock and started to stroke slowly. It felt thicker in my hand than usual, and the pre-cum started to become more noticeable at the tip. My body shuddered, which made me clench on the plug, reminding me it was still deep inside me. I started to increase my pace, chasing my orgasm. I looked up at Neil, who was smiling at me.

"Proud of yourself, are you? Turning a straight married man into your toy must be a real thrill for you," I said with my hand still on my cock.

"A little. But I think you've always wanted this. I mean, look at you, you're sat in your neighbor's house, completely naked with a plug up your ass, AND I don't know if you've noticed, but since you've started stroking your cock, you've been subtly grinding your hips on the plug. You are my whore!"

The word 'whore' bounded around my head like an angry bull. To be called something so degrading was humiliating, but combined with the dominant tone of the word 'my,' it made my body tingle. I needed to please this man, and his words were spurring me on. I started to stroke myself faster; the pre-cum started to run down my shaft. I knew I was getting closer with each stroke. I could feel my cock pulsing in my hand; my orgasm was only a few strokes away.

"Stop right now."

"Sir, please, I'm so close!"

Using the word "Sir" for the first time almost sent me over the edge.

"Hand off, no touching."

I reluctantly obeyed and removed my hand. My cock was jumping, craving those final strokes. I looked up at Neil with hunger and lust in my eyes.

"Get up."

I carefully stood up. My cock was standing to full attention, and the plug was still inside my ass. My legs were shaky, but I managed to hold myself still awaiting my next instruction. Neil came and stood next to me, shoulder to shoulder. He looked down at my cock and smiled. He reached down and stroked my cock rapidly several times and then stopped. My knees wobbled, reminding me how close to the edge I was.

"I have one more treat for you. Remember how all this started? With you in your garden on display for anyone to see. Clearly you have a bit of a thing for being seen, so we're going to do it again, but with a twist."

I looked at Neil, puzzled. Neil's hand dropped to my ass and squeezed it before rising to settle at the bottom of my back. He gently pushed me forward.

"Move," came his command.

I walked forward with Neil's hand on my back. My cock bounced and the plug shifted with each step I took. He was moving me towards the window.

"Sir, please. People can't see me like this, especially not in your house!"

"That's what this is for."

Neil reached into his pocket and pulled out a mask. He reached up and pulled it down over my face. The fabric was rough, but it smelled clean.

"There you go, incognito now."

He pushed me further forward, and I landed against the window. Thankfully, I put my hands out to catch myself, but I was now trapped against the window with Neil standing behind me. My hands were pressed against the cool glass, and my back was arched. Through the blurry eye holes in the mask, I could just about see out of the window. I tilted my head and noticed my garden. This must have been the window Neil took the pictures from!

"Enjoying the view, are you? I know I am!" Neil said as he removed the plug from my ass with an audible pop.

The air was again cool against my exposed hole. I heard Neil's belt clink as his trousers hit the floor. He held onto my hips as he stepped out of them and kicked them across the room. I was suddenly very aware he was bottomless behind me.

"You are too big for me, Sir; you'll never fit inside my tight hole."

"Maybe not straight away, but you will take this cock."

I heard the flip of the cap and the squeeze of the bottle of lube again. Neil massaged the lube in and around my hole.

"The plug has definitely done its job; you're much looser back here now."

Neil gripped my hips with both hands and started to grind his cock up and down my crack, coating it in the lube. How was I ever going to manage his big cock? I braced myself against the window as Neil slowly pushed his tip inside me. I pushed all the air out of my lungs as his cock stretched me.

"That's it. Breathe through the pain. Breathe."

"Sir, your cock is so big. I don't think I can take it."

"You can and you will; it's already half way inside you."

I felt Neil stop moving to let me acclimatize to his girth. I rotated my hips trying to get more comfortable. Neil then withdrew his cock slightly before pushing more of it inside me. I squealed slightly as I felt yet more inches go inside me. Neil grunted as I felt his legs touch the back of mine. He was fully inside me.

"Good boy. You've taken my cock like a pro!"

I weakly lifted my head. I felt so full, and my body was on fire. Neil's hands were clamped onto my hips, holding me in place. He slowly began to thrust his hips, withdrawing a few inches of his cock before pushing it all the way back in. Each time he pushed himself all the way in, it forced a soft grunt out of my mouth.

"Yes, that's it. Enjoy this. Let my cock be the key to unlocking your pleasure and making you the slut you've always wanted to be."

"Yes, Sir, I am your slut."

What was I saying? I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, but I also didn't want him to stop. My body was starting to tingle in a way it never had before. I needed this man to fuck me, and I needed it now. I squeezed my ass on his cock, which made Neil laugh.

"Getting needy, are we, slut?"

"Sir, I need you to fuck me. I need it so bad."

Neil spanked my ass again, sending those familiar shockwaves to my hole. He then clenched his hands on my hips once more.

"Get ready, slut."

Neil started to build his pace, thrusting his cock in and out of me. He was using long, deep strokes, making sure I felt every inch of him. The sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room as his rhythm built. Neil's thrusts were making my own cock sway wildly. I closed my eyes trying to understand all the new sensations my body was feeling; my ass was being pounded, my balls were aching, and my head was spinning, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed this. I moaned in pleasure as Neil continued his fucking.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, Sir... You feel so fucking big inside me!"

"You're enjoying my cock, aren't you, slut?"

"Yes, Sir. It feels so good inside me."

Neil spanked me once more, which made me flinch and open my eyes. As I opened them, I was hit by the brightness of the outside world as I was reminded I was being fucked up against his window. I looked out into the world with Neil's cock firmly planted in my ass, thinking about how anybody could possibly see me... And that's when I saw her.