The Pillory Headboard

Diversity Beds

Oliver had just graduated from Leermore and was short on money to get himself a new bed since his old one fell apart from all the wanking he

He was a straight guy who had just split with his second girlfriend and was considering if he should try going gay.

On more than one occasion he had contemplated the thought of turning gay but due to his girlfriends giving him such wonderful sex, indoors and outdoors, he didn’t feel the need to explore.

However, now that he was single again and since the last girlfriend ditched him for a hotter guy with a six pack, he now thought that maybe the other side may not be so bad.

Oliver lived in the town of Sexton Cummeridge. Sexton Cummeridge was a quiet village just off Rimmer Hill Crescent. It had very little in the way of shops and entertainment. The nearest pub was just a few minutes from Oliver’s but he seldom went as the punters gave off unfriendly auras.

Not too far away there was the town of Little Spankspunk which overlooked Fidget Tit Girls school.

It was this town that Oliver went as he had heard of a shop selling beds on the cheap. It wasn’t a far walk and Oliver needed the walk to process his thoughts.

Diversity Beds had been going since 1926 and looked a little dilapidated. They had been making beds on the cheap and were not really famous as such. But as it was it was still operating and was the only bed shop around and it was with this thought that Oliver had walked into the shop and was now browsing through the multitude of beds on offer.

There were single beds, double beds, water beds, soft ones, hard ones. You name it they had it. Even ones that made your breakfast and got you up early.

As Oliver kept browsing around Mr. Heed, the shops floor manager, was looking at him with a keen smile.

Mr. Heed was a big man with a barrel belly but was smartly dressed in a grey three piece suit with orange capped white brogues.

He licked his lips at the sight of this young person in his shop, knowing that he could convince Oliver to buy one, maybe two beds for a tidy profit.

Whilst Oliver was one of the few customers, Mr.Heed made his move towards Oliver at a very quick pace for a barrel bellied man.

He looked down at Oliver with small piggy eyes. A gleam shone through one eye.

“Can I be of any assistance to you young Boy?”

Oliver looked up and then back at the king sized bed.

“Just looking.”

Mr. Heed noticed that Oliver was not really looking but was more hoping.

“Are you sure you don’t want my assistance in looking for the perfect bed for you?”

Oliver looked back at Mr. Heed.

“Well. Maybe you can after all. I think I’m out of my depth to be honest. Not much in the way of money. That’s why I was looking.”

At the mention of no money Mr. Heed grumbled but then that gleam came back and he smiled.

“Don’t worry young man I can show you around. Come with me.”

Without another word Mr. Heed gently patted Oliver on his lower back, ushering him around.

He came to a single bed that had a simple design on it.

“Now this bed is not quite soft but it does have strong springs inside that keep you sound asleep. The cost is £100. A total bargain.”

Oliver shrugged.

“Too much mate. I only have £10. Maybe I should go. It was nice looking but this shop isn’t going to cut it. Thanks anyway.”

As Oliver was about to open the front door Mr. Heeds face turned white with shock. He was not going to be outdone by a mere boy. He had never lost a sale and he wasn’t going to start now.

Oliver had only gone a step out of the door when one of Mr. Heeds hands grabbed him by the arm and literally forced Oliver back into the shop.

Dumbfounded, Oliver tried to escape the powerful grip of Mr. Heed but it was no use. Mr. Heed went over to a speaker still gripping Oliver.

“Attention shoppers! Please exit the shop as we will be closing. Thank you!”

As the last of the customers left, Mr. Heed dragged the now confused and slightly scared young boy towards the back door. They went down a narrow set of stairs, through a second door, down a concrete corridor and into a big room that had white sheets draped on what looked like beds.

Mr. Heed locked the door behind him and proceeded to push Oliver towards the middle of the room.

“Now young man. You’re probably wondering what the fuck just happened? Well don’t panic. I have made you an instant favourite customer. That means you get to pick any bed you want either upstairs or down here for £10. What do you say to that?”

Oliver had no words. His mouth dropped open as he gazed at Mr. Heed as though he was only joking. Maybe he was going to be held here for the cops for not paying or something.

Mr. Heed sensed Oliver’s discomfort and let out a jolly laugh.

“It’s ok my boy. You’re not in any trouble. I just can’t let you leave without buying a bed from me. No one has ever not bought a bed from me.”

Oliver stood there not knowing what to say. Then his mouth spoke for him.

“You’re joking. You must be. I can’t afford any bed you show me. What about the other customers? Can’t you persuade them? They must have more money.”

Again Mr. Heed laughed a jolly laugh.

“No no. No, those customers aren’t actually customers but homeless people that I needed to make this place look busy. They help from time to time but it’s not profitable to only have one or two real customers come in and pay loads for a bed worth less. Call me a crook, call me a worthless prick. I am what I am. Then when you came strolling in I thought there’s a young boy with money on the hip. Unfortunate you only have £10. But as I say money is money so whichever bed you want you can have for that mere tenner.”

Gobsmacked, Oliver glanced around and back up to Mr. Heed.

“Well what kind of beds do you have here?”

Mr. Heeds glint shone brighter.

“Here are all the beds that are soon to be coming out. They are not the usual beds you’d find upstairs.”

Mr. Heed pushed Oliver over to the nearest bed.

With a flourish he swept the sheet off.

“This is the reclining cowboy bed. Simply put it reclines for the pleasure of having had a hard days work. Comes complete with functions 1-7.”

Mr. Heed started pushing buttons on the arm rest.

“Number one is a drinks server.”

Out popped a can of cola.

“Number two is a remote for the tv.”

A grey remote turned over on the arm rest.

“Number three is a magazine rack.”

Mr. Heed had the bed looking like a guys best friend. It was awesome looking. Oliver’s mouth dropped open once again.

“….and all for £10?”

Mr. Heed laughed.

“Yes indeed my boy. If a tenner is what you have a tenner it shall be.”

They moved onto various other beds, all made Oliver very excited indeed.

Mr. Heed looked down at Oliver with those tiny piggy eyes of mischief.

“So have you decided my boy?”

Oliver glanced around and suddenly spotted a bed that was still covered up in the rafters of the room.

“What is that bed?”

Mr. Heed looked up and then laughed the hardest yet.

“How foolish of me. Yes ofcourse I had forgot I still had that bed. Come along and I’ll show you.”

Yet again he gently pushed Oliver up a set of metal stairs and over to the corner of the rafters were a big four poster type bed stood.

“Here is possibly the most greatest bed I have in this entire shop. You know what they say. Save the best to last.”

In one swift swipe the cover dropped at the same time Oliver dropped his mouth open in utter shock.

There stood a huge old antique four poster bed. Curtains hung down on all sides, ropes hung here and there. But that was not what made Oliver’s mouth drop. Were a normal headboard should have been was instead three holes. Two small ones and a big one in the center. It looked practically medieval. Like a stockade or pillory.

Mr. Heed smiled wickedly at Oliver.

“Isn’t she a beauty? Totally worth £10.”

Oliver stood amazed and strangely turned on.

Mr. Heed then stood behind the mystified boy.

“This model comes with all the essentials. Essentials for the adult among us. It has lube, handcuffs, spanking paddles, chains, sounding instruments, pulleys, dildoes, a vibrating mattress plus toys, condoms and last but not least the headboard pillory. All for adult time. Marvellous. Want to test it out?”

Oliver turned his head back to see Mr. Heed frothing at the mouth, eyes bulging and something else that protruded from the inside of his pants that Oliver felt touch his jeans clad bum.

Without another word Mr. Heed pushed Oliver to the bed and immediately placed cuffs on him and then produced a spreader bar and a gag from above the beds frame. Before Oliver could object he was forced into the spreader and then into the pillory headboard and locked in place in a kneel position.

“You like so far? Too bad if you don’t because I’m going to make you buy this bed whether you like or not.”

With one hand grasping Oliver’s pants Mr. Heed pulled off both of the boys jeans and underwear in one swoop leaving the boy half naked with a smooth bare ass pointing upwards. There was no need to remove Oliver’s top as he wore a tank top.

Oliver heard rather than saw Mr. Heed unzip and remove his clothes.

“Oh I forgot to mention there is a mirror that pops up in front so the receiver can see who is giving it to them.”

A mirror sprang from the wood panel giving Oliver a crystal clear view of his assailant.

Mr. Heeds body was that of a hippos. His belly hung a little down and he had fat arms which he was using to lube his 8” cock up with.

His hands were massive as he began spanking the boys ass cheeks over and over.

“Now comes the fun part of this bed. Total and utter control.”

Oliver felt Mr. Heeds hands grip his cheeks wide.

“Onward to victory!”

With one shove Mr. Heeds 8” bulbous cock pushed straight up into Oliver’s warm ass.

“That’s it boy. Squeal for me.”

Mr. Heeds wang slopped in and out as Oliver Squealed and wiggled like a bitch in heat.

The pillory rocked so much that Oliver thought he would fall off.

That day Oliver went home broken but with perhaps the best bed he had ever got for £10.

End.

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