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A Bully's Comeuppance: Part Five - King Studios free porn video
The days leading up to Saturday morning seemed to drag by slower than a
dead snail, but by the time my alarm went off at 7am it seemed to have
come by way too quickly. I'd not told Abbie what Marcus and I had agreed
to, and simply told her he had a job he wanted to trial me for that
would take place on Saturday. She hadn't asked any more, but told me to
tell her how it went and wished me luck with a big kiss and cuddle. She
was still fast asleep as I showered and ate my breakfast, surfacing
dopily as I brushed my teeth to wish me luck once more and say I'd do
brilliantly. I kissed her on the forehead and she nestled back up under
the covers as I heading downstairs to await Marcus.
I twitched nervously as I sat in the front room, checking the time on my
phone and hastily looking out of the window every ten seconds. Every car
that went past made my heart jump as the seconds ticked by to 8am. 7:57,
7:58, 7:59...
The growl of an engine pulling up outside startled me and I rushed to
the door. I gave myself a quick check over in the hall mirror. I was
wearing a light blue striped t-shirt and jeans, and all I could think
was: these are the clothes I'm going to suck a black man's dick in. I
opened the front door and locked it behind me, before turning to look
down the drive to where a flash black BMW was waiting. I took a deep
breath and walked towards it, my mind blank apart from the thought: I'm
about to suck a black man's dick. As I got close Marcus rolled down the
window and smiled at me.
"Good morning!" he said.
"Good morning, sir," I replied obediently. My heart was pounding and my
palms were sweating despite the cool weather.
"Very well remembered, sissy. Now get in," he said, motioning to the
passenger seat. I walked around and climbed in, shutting the door behind
me. Marcus pressed a button and the doors locked with a clunk that
sounded like an executioner's axe. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." I nodded. Did he expect me to suck it in the car in the
driveway? I thought nervously. What if one of the neighbours were to
see? What if Abbie were to look out of the window and see me with my
lips around Marcus' cock?! I started to reach out towards his trousers
nervously, my hands shaking as I reached towards his zip...
Marcus burst out laughing and batted my hand away, unable to keep a
straight face any longer. I was exceedingly confused as he pointed at me
and continued to laugh.
"You actually thought..." he bawled, "You actually thought I was going
to get you to suck my cock!" He continued to laugh loudly as I tried to
understand the situation.
"So... you don't want me to, sir?" I hazarded, which made Marcus laugh
even louder.
"Sir!" He howled, "You can stop calling me sir! No, I don't want you to
suck my cock! Oh, the look on your face! Those texts!" He was crying
with laughter now, and I was starting to feel as if I'd been set up and
risked a bit of a smile. Had all that worry been for nothing? Marcus
wiped a tear from his eye and chuckled to himself. "Oh, that was so
funny! Sorry for that, but I had to get back at you for the years of
torment you gave me in school. When I saw the necklace I recognised it
as a chastity key almost immediately and thought I could have a bit of
fun with it! Please forgive me, it was so funny to see you awkwardly go
along with it!" I laughed nervously.
"Yeah, yeah - good joke! So all that was for show then, to see how far
I'd go?"
"Yeah!" Marcus nodded, "And you took to it quite well, I thought!" He
raised an eyebrow suggestively. I blushed as I realised how well I'd
fallen for his prank.
"Yeah, well..." I trailed off.
"Well, I'm not gay so there's no need to worry anymore about that, eh?"
He laughed again, and I started to think about clarifying that I wasn't
gay either, but didn't want to bring it up any more. "Here's the
necklace and the all-important key!" He smiled, passing over Abbie's
necklace which I clasped like my life depended on it.
"So how do you know about chastity, then?" I asked, blushing slightly.
There was no way a cock like Marcus' would have been able to fit into a
chastity cage. "You don't seem to be surprised by it?"
"Well, I suppose that's where I haven't been entirely honest with you,
Ashley. You see, I didn't first make my money from running high-end
restaurants and clubs. No, I first started out as an adult film star." I
blinked.
"A porn star?!" I gaped.
"That's one way to put it, yes." I felt like it was still way too early
for all these revelations in one day. "I did a few basic interracial
shoots, and then moved up to a new studio that specialised in cuckold
and sissy porn. Over the years I became more and more famous and took
over the studio, which is where most of my money comes from."
"Which studio?" I gaped. Marcus laughed.
"Well the name of the studio is King Studios, named after myself, but we
run a few different sites. I don't suppose you've ever seen anything
from Interracial Cuckolds, Boys Will Be Girls, or White Boys Gone
Black?" I shook my head, but knew what I'd be looking up later online.
"Well, I'm not too surprised. It's quite a niche type of film we shoot.
Now, the main question is this: are you still interested in a job?" I
hesitated whilst I wondered what sort of job Marcus had in store for me.
He must have seen the concern in my eyes as he started to laugh again.
"Don't worry, it's not as an actor! Abbie said you're very good with
computers, so I was wondering if you'd like a job editing our films
together? I've been looking for a new editor for a while and I'd love to
give you a shot at it. What do you say? Actually, before you answer..."
Marcus reached into the glovebox and tossed me an envelope with ?20
bills in it. "There's the ?2,000 I said I'd pay you," he chuckled to
himself, "to suck my cock. It's yours whether or not you take the job, I
owe you it and it was worth every penny to see the look on your face!"
"That's too kind of you, Marcus, really!" I said, "I can't accept this,
though." Much as I wanted to, I didn't really want money I'd earned
through being the butt of a joke.
"Don't be silly, it's yours. You'd be earning way more than that if you
came to work for me, so don't worry about it. So what do you say? I'm
heading up there today for a shoot so you're welcome to come with and
think it over there?" I nodded.
"Yeah, if you don't mind." Marcus smiled, laughed to himself slightly
one last time, and drove off.
*
I went through a wide range of emotions on my way to the studios. The
first was relief, though this wasn't as strong as I thought it would be.
If anything I had an overwhelming feeling of disappointment, as if this
morning had been a huge anti-climax. This led into confusion - why was I
sad? I had the ?2,000, a potential legitimate job offer, the key to my
chastity cage back and I hadn't had to suck Marcus' cock! Surely this
was the best case scenario? I had been dreading this morning all week
and now it had played out exactly as I'd dreamed it would I felt...
unfulfilled. Unsatisfied. Surely I hadn't wanted to be forced to suck
Marcus' cock... had I? These thoughts rolled round in my head as we
drove along, Marcus smiling and chatting about the porn industry though
I wasn't really listening.
I was running my sequence of thoughts through my head for the 15th time
when we turned onto a lot of warehouses and pulled up outside one where
several cars were already parked.
"Right, we're here!" smiled Marcus, switching off the ignition and
getting out. I followed suit, pocketing the envelope with the money in
along with Abbie's necklace. First chance I could get, I was letting
myself out of the chastity cage. I'd never had it on so long
continuously before and over the past few days it had started to get
very uncomfortable. Marcus led the way into the warehouse and nodded his
way past another black man, who was shorter and wider but no less
muscular. The man gave me a smile as I passed and I smiled back. We
entered into a large room that was full of sets, from kitchens and
bedrooms to more old fashioned ones and sci-fi looking ones. So this was
King Studios, I thought. The place was relatively empty, though I could
see more black men milling around setting up some of the sets and moving
cameras around.
I did not consider myself a racist, but the only black guy I had known
growing up was Marcus. I had lived in a very white community and not
really had much experience of talking to and interacting with black
guys, so when I found myself standing in a warehouse that seemed to be
solely populated by big, muscular black men, I got a little nervous. Did
that make me racist? I thought. Probably, I admitted shamefully, and
endeavoured not to be judgemental or nervous. After all, Marcus was a
wonderfully friendly person and very kind, who's to say all of these men
weren't?
Marcus showed me around the whole set-up and we passed a multitude of
black men as we went, all of them smiling broadly and giving me a warm
welcome as we went. Occasionally Marcus would stop to chat to one or two
to check something, then we would continue. He showed me the editing
room and all the controls, which seemed fairly simple to understand and
intuitive. I'd done a lot of home movies when I was younger, and this
just seemed a more advanced and high-quality version of the software I'd
used back then. It was nearly 11am when Marcus said to me:
"Right, we should be nearly ready to start shooting the film for today."
He smiled. "A nice little movie with some of our regulars for the
Interracial Cuckolds site. Would you like to come meet them and watch us
film?" he asked, and my curiosity compelled me to answer yes.
"Excellent, come with me!" As it turned out, I already knew one of the
actors.
"Florence Evans?!" I asked, incredulously. A busty redhead turned to
look in my direction and smiled. I gaped at the woman stood in front of
me. Florence Evans was Abbie's best friend, who had been her maid of
honour at our wedding. We'd known her for years and she'd always been a
conservative, well behaved girl, but that certainly didn't seem to be
the case from how dressed she was now. Her gorgeous face was plastered
with classic porn star make-up, and her bright red hair tumbled down her
back in meticulous curls. Her giant, all natural tits were barely
restrained by a lacy black bra that matched the skimpy thong she was
wearing. On her feet were a pair of strappy silver stilettoes that
glittered under the studio lights. Even with such high heels on she
still didn't quite reach my height, another thing I'd always liked about
Florence. Short and stacked was what I'd always said, though perhaps not
within earshot of her or Abbie for that matter. Beside her was another
girl I didn't recognise, but I didn't get much of a chance to look at
her before Florence bounced over towards Marcus and I. Her breasts
stopped bouncing about two seconds after she did.
"Ash, fancy seeing you here!" she squealed, apparently delighted. "I
didn't know you knew Marcus, has he asked you to come act in a film?!"
Florence asked excitedly. I quickly shook my head.
"We only just met again recently, knew each other from school," I said,
rushing over the details, "He's asked me to come be the new video editor
for his company, though I'm still mulling over the offer." I explained.
"He's playing hard to get!" laughed Marcus, patting me on the shoulder.
I grinned awkwardly.
"Oh, you should definitely take him up on the job Ash, it was the best
decision of my life to come work here! It's such a lovely family here,
plus the pay's excellent and it goes without saying the work is amazing!
Being paid to fuck black guys all day long, my idea of heaven!" Florence
beamed, bouncing on the spot. I tore my eyes away from her breasts and
noticed a tattoo on her tummy, just above the waistband of her
ridiculously skimpy thong. It was in the shape of a black spade, like
from a set of cards, with the letter 'Q' written in the middle in white
ink.
"Really?" I said weakly. "I never would have guessed from previous
interactions."
"Oh yes, this is my little secret!" She giggled. "No-one else knows
about it as it's still a little taboo, but I can't get enough of tall,
muscular black men fucking me in my tight white holes with their big
black cocks!" Florence moaned, practically salivating. I felt my penis
trying to swell in my pants, though it met with the resistance of my
cage once more and was painfully supressed. It hadn't been painful
before, I thought, shifting to try and reduce the pain. First chance I
get this is coming off, I thought. Marcus smiled and laughed.
"That's the spirit Flo, wish all girls were like you!" He boomed, and
this was met with nods and whoops of approval from the black men in the
background shifting the set and cameras into position.
"What's your tattoo mean?" I asked, aware I was out of my depth here.
Florence smiled.
"It's a Queen of Spades tattoo, which means I'm a girl who only has sex
with black men!" She laughed. "No more puny little white dicks for this
girl! Ah - no offence Ash..." she faltered. I sighed.
"None taken." I paused for a second. "Hold on, weren't you dating some
white guy called Jake? I remember him being at our wedding, he couldn't
hold his drink very well..."
"Ah, yes!" Florence smiled widely. "He, or rather, she, is right here!
Say hello Julie!" she said, turning back towards the other girl I'd
spotted on the way in who blushed and stepped forward.
"No way," I stated, gobsmacked.
The Jake I remembered had been a pleasant enough guy, despite the fact
he hadn't held his drink particularly well at our wedding and quick
thinking on my part had saved the cake from disaster. He had been a
small guy too, roughly on par with Florence if a bit taller, with short
black hair and brown eyes. The brown eyes were about the only thing I
recognised of Jake in Julie.
Julie was dressed similarly to Florence, but his - I suppose her -
lingerie was pink. Her hair was much longer than it had been and was
worn in a neat bob with a short fringe that fell just below her
eyebrows. Her face was only barely recognisable and to the untrained eye
was indistinguishable from a natural born female. There wasn't even any
sign of an Adam's apple, and I looked closely. Julie also seemed to have
the body of a natural born female too. An important thing I noticed was
that Julie had quite sizeable breasts, something Jake certainly hadn't
had.
"Are those-?" I began, pointing towards the girl's tits. Florence
nodded.
"Yup, all real! Thanks to an intensive hormone regimen and proper diet,
Julie has got a lovely B cup all by herself!" Besides herself, Julie
almost seemed to give a proud little smile.
"And, what about-?" I hazarded, lowering my finger towards Julie's
groin.
"Show Ashley, Julie." Marcus smiled, enjoying my curiosity, or Julie's
mild embarrassment, or perhaps both. Julie delicately slipped her
fingers into the fabric of her thong and shimmied it down over her hips.
Now I had no idea how small Jake's penis had been originally, but I
doubted it had been as small as it was now. It could only have been a
little more than an inch long and as thin as my little finger. It
flopped limply over the top of the thong as Julie pulled it down, and it
was then I realised something else.
"You don't have any balls," I gaped, before realising how untactful that
must have sounded. Julie shook her head.
"Yup, that's true as well!" Beamed Florence. "Julie had them removed
about, ooh, 2 years ago now? So not too long after your wedding,
actually! And you don't miss them, do you sweetie?" To my surprise,
Julie gave a completely genuine shake of her head and smiled.
"Not at all! I'm so glad they're gone and I've got a lovely small clitty
now." My jaw dropped further. I had half expected Julie to at least
sound a bit like the man she had been, but the delicate voice that had
passed over her soft lips just now had sounded more feminine than some
girls'. "Plus these wonderful boobies!" Julie laughed and gave her
breasts a playful squeeze. I was dumbstruck, still trying to take in the
weird turn my day had taken. Marcus and Florence smiled and laughed at
my expression in a way that felt like they'd seen plenty of white boys
be left speechless by what went on at King Studios.
"Right, there'll be more time for chit-chat after the shoot, but we need
to get started now!" boomed Marcus, signalling to his camera crew and
assistants. "Where's Sean?"
"Over here, boss!" replied a black man dressed in black shorts and not
much else. He swaggered up towards us and beamed at Florence and Julie.
"You ready to get fucked today, girls?!" He laughed, and Florence and
Julie giggled and nodded. Sean wrapped his arm around Florence and
pulled her in tight, giving her a dominant, sloppy kiss. Florence
giggled again as he let her go and pulled Julie into a similarly tight
embrace, forcefully kissing her and sliding his tongue into her mouth. I
was mildly revolted and disturbingly aroused at the same time, but Julie
only seemed to be experiencing pleasure. She moaned and writhed under
his touch and he let her loose with a playful slap on the arse.
"You're so naughty, Sean!" Julie giggled, and the man laughed.
"You'll see how naughty I can be on set!" He winked suggestively, which
made Julie blush and giggle once more. I had had quite enough giggling
for one morning.
"If you're going to start shooting should I head off?" I asked Marcus,
hopefully gesturing towards the door.
"Oh no, please stay and watch us film!" Pleaded Florence and Julie
nodded in agreement in the background. "I love an audience, and I'm sure
you'll enjoy it too!" She smiled, wrapping herself around my arm and
squishing her breasts against me.
"You're more than welcome to stay, Ashley. Pull up a chair and enjoy the
show!" Marcus chuckled, pulling a chair towards him and sliding it
behind me. Despite myself I was horrifyingly curious - I wanted to know
what was in store for Florence and, I thought to myself with morbid
curiosity, perhaps even more so I wanted to know what was in store for
Julie. Something over the past few weeks had awoken inside of me and my
body willed me to stay and watch, even if my mind was screaming at me to
get up and leave. It could only end badly, I warned myself, but I wasn't
listening.
"Yeah, sure!" I smiled, and sat down.
"Wonderful!" purred Marcus.
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