Power Move

"Oh that?" You say with elaborate casualness, stepping out from behiend the rack, your hands in your pockets. "That's my cock."

"What?" Jason shrieks, taking a step back....and them immediately returning to the counter, his eyes fixed on your dick. "That's not..."

"Oh it's possible, though I wouldn't have believed it yesterday." You wink at him. "I promise you, you aren't dreaming. It's quite real, as real as the desire you're feeling to play with it, that one that's mounting in you, making your heart go wild in your chest." You start to walk forward, and Jason watches in horror as his hand fastens around your cock.

"But...but I'm straight!"

"Are you though?" You respond, now facing him across the counter, staring into his eyes, his terrified, but lust filled eyes. "Do straight boys want to give hand jobs to men? Do then want to kiss and worship the cocks of real men? Do they want to get pumped full of cum, in their pretty mouths, in their boy pussies, till their fat and waddling and pregnant like a woman?" You reach out a hand and curl it in Jason's hair, he only puts in a token effort to try and pull loose. "No Jay, I think you're...what was it you always called me? Oh yes, a cock loving faggot."

And with that you push his head down onto your cock, and he moans, opens his mouth and starts to suck.