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THIS!

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A lot of closeted sissy’s begin their journey to emasculated servitude by exploring sticky floored Adult Bookstores with Theatre rooms and private booths.

Wearing these panties today brings back mind buzzing memories of sexual escapes on those sticky floors. These panties are similar to the ones that were pulled to the side as men prepared me for fucking with their spit on dirty fingers. And if that sounds disgusting to you, I would agree and I would also have you know that it may have been the best two hours of my life.

I entered the bookstore that day not knowing what to expect. Being a good looking bigger guy, I got plenty of attention, but it was often the wrong kind. I looked too Alpha. Men wanted to suck my cock. #gross. On this day, I made some appearance adjustments hoping some of the big dicked real men would see me as my true self, a submissive bottom ready to please. I sauntered in that night wearing a pair of way too tight faded jeans. They were the kind with those sexy rips that showed just the right amount of my smoothly shaved legs and also had other tares strategically placed near my pockets revealing a sexy pair of colorful panties. My lips were intentionally sheen with too much cherry chapstick. My scoop neck, tight fitting black t-shirt gave the final clue to the on lookers, that I was fresh meat.

It didn’t take long for me to realize my plan had worked. Maybe a little too well. It was a Saturday night, early fall, the parking lot behind the fencing was full. An older man that watched me leave and lock my car held the store’s door open for me and courteously said “after you.” Diverting my eyes I thanked him and strolled to the register to pay my admission into the theatre.

Past the heavy door a very dim, almost dark, hallway led to the rooms that were only called theaters. They were actually just rooms featuring a big screen TV against a far wall and a few sofas placed in rows, with a few random chairs thrown in.

All of the furniture looked like many guys had been fucked on them. They were stained with jizz and sweat. I imagined men bent over them, I imagined myself on one of those sofa’s surrounded by cock. The whole place smelled like stale cigarette smoke and sex.

The crowd was larger than usual, I felt the eyes of some daddy types scanning my flesh. I felt hot. I felt attractive. I was exceptionally clean and well groomed, I was ready, and I knew it. I licked my lips and looked down when anyone caught me looking their way. Surely they sensed my vulnerability.

I was followed by trolls at first, older smelly, out of shape, soft cock types, who probably wanted to taste my seed. Gross.

Then, a man, a real man, burly, strong, with thick heavy hands cut off my path as I strolled from room to room. He had followed me in and took an opposite rotation around the rows of sofas. He wasn’t great looking or great smelling, but he was in charge and he knew it. I said excuse me and he didn’t budge. Instead saying, “excuse you? What if I don’t want to?” I was in heaven. I replied very softly, and with trepidation, “I don’t know” which was true because I didn’t know.

“It’s alright, I know” was his next line. Hot. Confident. I knew he was going to take what he wanted. He began by engulfing my arm in his hands, warm, so strong, and cautiously gentle. I let him. I actually encouraged him to be more forceful by pushing my arm into his hands and purring like a lap cat. He spun me around to face the tv’s blue lit blare. Big titted trannys were being fucked by BBC on the screen and he guided my soft hands to his growing erection. I was now rubbing it through his jeans instinctively.

I was done. His weight behind me. His hands on me. His arms around me and my hands desperately trying to free his dick from behind that zipper. With his breath on my neck, he used one of his bear paws to push my hand to his cock. He used his other hand to get under my t shirt and find my nipple. He then began to unbutton my jeans revealing my panties to the growing audience.

I was exposed. I was helpless and I was turned on more than I ever had been! I submitted to the gentle pressure of his hands urging me to my knees. My jeans stripped to my ankles, my shirt pulled over my head. The men surrounded me, their trouser’s dropping, dicks out! I began to stroke my throbbing cock. It began to drip. With the alpha still behind me, now with his powerful hand on top of my head, men stabbed their dicks at my face. Gagging… eyes watering, I kept going, Then the first load hit my forehead. A cock I hadn’t even seen climaxed, spurting a burning load onto my hairline near my ear. Another dick was dripping cum onto my shoulder. My Burly Man controlled my mouth, fish hooking his finger, stretching my cheek, turning my head to receive the random dicks.

As the loads continued to burst onto me, I swallowed my first. I felt his strength as he hoisted me from my underarms and effortlessly laid me over the back of the closest sofa. A cock began working its way toward me from the front side of the couch, while the other men began to probe my clean cum hole with their thick and dirty fingers. I felt cum dripping from own cock, as my prostate was massaged with rough precision. My mouth full with a pleasant dick rhythmically gliding through my lips, I felt those hands on my hips… and he entered. Slowly at first. I was stretched enough to take his thickness and his length easily. He adjusted his position gaining balance and tightening his grip, he began to pound my ass. The love affair was over. It was guttural now. His hips thrust rapidly, his balls slapping against mine, I could feel all of him grow and explode in about 30 seconds. A cock still in my mouth, I came. Fully dissipating my desire to be used. But I was being entered from behind again. A second cock was now next to my face and it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere.

Was I being raped? I wasn’t. My soft wet cock was warming and the feeling was returning. A second man had just came in my ass. A third dick, the first one wearing a condom, entered. A man jacked off onto the back of my head. I was being held. My alpha watched the frenzy.

Finally I and they had enough. The many “gentlemen” helped me off the back of the couch. I began to pull up my jeans, my panties still awkwardly twisted and hooked around my ass cheek, someone helped me untwist my shirt. My dominator watched. I diverted my eyes from his and as my senses returned, tried to walk by. I was disgusted by him now. Then he stepped in front of me again. I softly said “excuse me.” He didn’t speak. He instead slowly raised his manly callused hands and caressed me, he patted me, he grunted with affirmation, and stepped aside.

I quick stepped out of the store and back to my car, hating myself. Cum covered, sticky, smelling terrible, possibly now infected with an STD (I wasn’t) I was alone and struggling to understand my urges.

I drove home. I showered. I swore I would never do this again (I attempted to recreate this scenario at many places many times with mixed results none living up to the original) and I’ve thought about it nearly every day since. Hot.

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Day 2 Today’s mission, I must buy panties, wear them, post a pic proving it. My “consultant” may text at anytime and require instant proof I am complying, or I will be “encouraged” to do so… obviously I will comply… pics to come…