It wasn’t just embarrassing, but also, you can’t really get a feel for what you order online.
Also, I was living at home, but what with the quarantine going on. It wasn’t like I could go out, and find a job. Nobody was hiring, but I had a little money, and of course the internet.
No girlfriend, but it sounds kind of stupid using the same excuse for not getting a job. Not having a job, and living with my parents kinda put a damper on dating, too.
Okay, I fooled around online with some cam-girls, but that was just like beating off, with an audience. Watching them suck on dildos, instead of my dick, then plunging it in their pussies.
It was all right, for a little while, but this one asked me if I ever tried a Fleshlight? I’d seen ads for them, I’m sure you have too, but I doubted they felt like the real thing. So, I saved up a little money, waited until it was late, and borrowed the car to visit a store where it was in stock.
I sat out across the street for a while, and there was this parking lot under the highway. It turns out that some of the homeless people under there were also prostitutes, but A: They asked for too much money, which surprised me. For homeless people, you’d think you could talk them down to under $100.00, and B: They’re homeless hookers, so I had a lot more than just Covid 19 to worry about.
I mean, they had masks on, most of them wore gloves, and they even told me where they gave that stuff away for free. Rubbers, and lube, hand sanitizer. “Don’t want to get those mixed up in the dark,” but I never invited them in.
To my car, let alone home for a shower, and probably a shave too. That’s another thing, even in the cold. I’m sure they stank, but they told me where I could go to get showers, on Tuesdays, and Thursdays. I didn’t really want to think about it, but of course I could end up there myself.
“Hustling,” the gay dudes, cross dressers, and transgender kids called it. Okay, high school kids, teenagers, and I probably shouldn’t judge. I don’t hold anything against them, because I’m afraid of what might cum up. Not from me, of course. None of them ever lied to me, or even fooled me, even with a mask, and convincing enough tits.
I have to admit now that I was a coward, and what that would say about me. Even if my dad didn’t find it in my room, the charge on the credit card, or catch me hanging out at the dogging spot. Well, they called it the “Dogpark,” even though nobody brought their dogs, and it was a parking lot. Basically just some chain link fence underneath the highway, and some gravel. Tents, and bedrolls tucked between the concrete ribs under the bridge.
Across from the sex shop, but I wasn’t the only one that hung out there. To have sex in front of people, pay some homeless chick for head, or just watch people fuck. I’m not a voyeur, I’m a coward now, and I feel stupid for being afraid of that, but I had no idea the worst that could happen.
Finally, I got the guts to go across the street, and hold my ID up to the window to get rung in. There was this big bald guy, with sideburns. A walrus mustache under his mask too, I didn’t see right away, but the door buzzed so I could go in. Take off my gloves, and use the hand sanitizer pump by the door.
I was grateful for that, even though they had a 2 liter bottle of it with a pump in the library where I voted. “What are you looking for?”
“Uh,” like I wanted to tell him that I might be interested in a Pocket Pussy. “I’m just going to look around.” I stuck my hands in my pockets, but I was surprised to see a girl there. Walking around, until she went back, and came out with a box. Set it down, and started hanging things on hooks.
I didn’t approach her, I just wandered around, and kept my distance, but I read: [Spiderweb Fishnets, Assorted Colors] On the side. She hung them up, with other stuff like Microfiber Bodystockings. “Oh,” She looked back over her shoulder, “Let me get out of your way.”
I pretended to be interested, and pulled a 1 sized fits all pair of pantie hose off the hook. No idea what I’d do with them, but they were cheap. For some reason, that was less shameful than even standing over by the sex toys. The Fleshlight next to a whole wall of dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, and strap-on harnesses I wasn’t interested in. They had a sex doll, in a display case, dressed up in lingerie, including a strapon harness without anything attached.
Just an empty black rubber ring, “That be all?” She rang me up, without even asking so I could try to lie about getting them for my girlfriend.
“Yeah.”
“Five ninety five plus Tax,” I got out my wallet, “That’ll be six thirty four.” I nodded, and paid, she put it in the bag, and then she reached out to grab my sleeve as I turned to go.
“Wh?” I almost ran into the big bald dude, with the sideburns, and he put his hand on my shoulder. Pushed me back against the counter. “The fuck?”
“What do you have in here?” She twisted my thumb, and gripped my wrist so hard, I couldn’t stop her from forcing my arm up over the counter behind me.
“What? Nothing.” I struggled, but the big guy had no trouble twisting the other arm around to join the first.
“Huh, right. Because we’ve totally never seen someone come in here, buy the cheapest thing he’s not even interested in, and pocket the rest.”
She did all the talking, the Bouncer didn’t say anything, while she rattled something on the counter behind me. He just held my hands, his arms around me, and definitely inside my space, so I could just turn away from his shoulder.
“No, you’ve got it all wrong. I just didn’t see anything I wanted.” To ask her about, if this feels like the real thing? To admit to her face, or anyone for that matter that I had never touched a real pussy to compare it to. “I just thought I should buy something to be polite.”
“Huh,” she finished unlatching the handcuffs, and putting them around my wrists, so her silent Muscle could let my hands go, but he pulled one arm, and she held the end of the display case up. Like a bar board? I don’t know what you call it, I never hung out in bars I was too young to go in to begin with. She opened the door, while he led me in, and stepped aside to close it behind me.
“Keep an eye on the register.” She told him, and he just left me alone in there with her. “Turn around, in the corner, and don’t cover your pockets.” She kicked the insides of my heels, like a cop, but I didn’t bother protesting. Knowing she wouldn’t find anything but my wallet, keys, and a lighter, which she dropped on the desk behind her. Then, she felt down my leg.
Pushed up the cuff, and pulled out my sock. “You have any weapons, sharp needles, or anything on you?”
“No, you already got everything. Uh!” She finished searching my sock, then ran her hands back up my pant leg. To my hip, and crotch, but after a quick goose, she went back down the other leg. “You a cop or something?”
“Not yet, but I’m taking law enforcement classes. Online now, but last year, I went to the community college.”
“So, you have practiced this.” I could tell, “You’re really very thorough. Uh!” Again, she went right up my leg again, but this time she didn’t just stop at my hip. This time, she stuck her hand back in my pocket, and felt over to my crotch.
“Well, what do we have here?”
“Nothing,” she separated my flaccid penis from my balls, and straightened it out.
“Don’t sell yourself short, it doesn’t feel like nothing.” Her other hand went down the back of my pants. On the outside, but she felt up between my legs, and cupped my balls through the crotch. “What’s wrong, you don’t like girls?”
“No, I do. I’m not even gay at all, this just isn’t the sexiest situation.”
“Maybe not for you, but there’s something super sexy about a boy in handcuffs. So, what did you come in here for?”
“Huh, a. Flesh Light.”
She laughed, “Well, you’re in the wrong department for that, so what brought you over to me? You like what you see?”
“Uh,” honestly, I avoided looking at her. Afraid she might look back at me, and I turned away when she did, so all I got to see was her straight brown hair. In a ponytail. “Yeah, you’re sexy too.” Her fingers squeezing me through my underwear, and picket were having an effect. “I can’t believe this is happening, it’s so much like the script for one of those reality porn videos.”
“Huh, yeah but it’s usually a teenage girl. You like Shoplyfter?” She didn’t pronounce it differently, but I’d seen ads for it, in my regular searches, of course.
“Huh, honestly I never watched them beyond the thumbnails.”
“But you did, hover over the thumbnails long enough to get a little sneak peak?”
“Huh, yeah. It’s just not my thing.”
“What is your thing?” I managed to shrug. “Oh, come on. That’s what we do here, this place exists to make your wildest dreams cum true. That’s why it’s called Dreamland?”
“Huh. Cuck, hold.”
“You like to watch?”
“Of course, it’s porn. You’re supposed to watch, but I like to imagine that’s my wife, getting fucked.”
“You’re not married?”
“No, I don’t even have a girlfriend, I never had one, I’m a virgin, and.” It just came out, and even though I wasn’t crying, so did a little snot. So I sniffed.
“Huh, well I can’t help you with that, I already have a boyfriend.” She let me go, and stepped back. “But I can help you sit down over here.” She led me by the arms, and even out them through the back of a folding chair in the corner.
“You didn’t find anything, so you can let me go. Now that you know that I wasn’t trying to steal anything, I just.”
Thump.
I looked up at the sound of the door. Then, a key in the lock, and looked around at the office. The empty office, the wooden tray with my pocket junk in it, like a valet, only sized for 8×10 sheets of paper.
“What the fugh! Snh!” Then, I broke down. I didn’t want to cry in front of her, even though I didn’t know her, and “You just sexually assaulted me, why?” Why me? What did I ever do, walk to close to her while she was stocking pantie hose, and look away when she turned back?
I thought that’s what made her suspicious, and tell her bouncer to guard the door, but then. Everything after that was so confusing, and sexual, but not sexy at all to me. She said I was sexy, or just a boy in handcuffs. That’s what turned her on, but I couldn’t blame myself, or excuse myself, no matter how I tried either way.
I just kept going back and forth between making excuses for her, and myself, while I cried, and tried to breathe through my snot filled mask, and wallowed in my wretchedness, because I was left alone with nothing but the handcuffs, and the truth:
I’m a loser, practically a dropout, a virgin, and I didn’t deserve that. That, I didn’t even know what that was. At the time, she was assaulting me, and questioning me at the same time, did I get lucky? I didn’t feel lucky, I felt dirty and ashamed, but I came into the store feeling like that. I had months of that driving back from the parking lot, to think about it, after I chickened out.
It wasn’t bad luck, it was cowardice. I didn’t have the balls to take up even Selma on her offer. She’s the one that said she’d do it for a shower, and a shave, as if she was joking, but she also went on to say she’d shave her legs, her armpits, and maybe more with a wink.
I made the excuse, that my parents wouldn’t understand me bringing a homeless girl home to use the restroom, and of course there’s the risk of infection, but now. Sitting handcuffed in the corner of the office of a sex shop, I couldn’t hide from my insecurities any more.
What if I fuck it up, hurt her, disgust her, or I can’t get it up? Her being anyone, I can talk my way into bed with, if I ever even tried to talk any girl into bed with me, because I was so afraid of rejection. What if she just says no, or finds out that I live in my parent’s basement? I was even afraid of blowing it in my pants before we even got it out, until I started taking my time.
To enjoy it, I guess I could pride myself on being able to last for hours. Teasing myself, and even that dirty groping. I bet some guys still in school, maybe freshmen would have blown it if they went through that. “Huh,” look at you. Crying like a scared little girl, because a young lady tried to give you a hand job, but why did she leave me in here? “Snh!” I couldn’t wipe off my face, but I could shake the tears out of my eyes, and blink.
I saw the clock, but too late to tell how long I’d been there. it was next to the door, and over my shoulder, so I’d have to look up at the right place just to see it, and from this angle, it’s hard to tell what the hands are pointing to?
“Huh,” it’s after 3AM. I know that, but then I looked back at the valet, and realized what was missing. She took my phone, for some reason, even though she couldn’t unlock it without the password. Is that what she’s doing, trying to figure out my password, so she can go through my phone?
We’re way past her respecting boundries, but maybe working in a sex shop? “Huh, I don’t know. If I had any idea what made girls hot to trot, I wouldn’t still be a loser virgin.” But I guess I cried it out. “Huh!” She locked the door, I heard that, so there’s no use trying the knob. I had trouble getting up, because the metal back of the chair got caught on the cuffs, and the feet hit the wall so it dropped with a loud clank that echoed off the painted cinder block.
I barely noticed that the only way in and out was a tiny vent, you could maybe fit a stack of books through in the ceiling, and the camera in the corner over the chair before I heard the key in the lock. I didn’t know at the time why that sound scared me so much, I just backed into the opposite corner behind the desk.
She put on a trenchcoat, that’s all I noticed, and her eyes peaked out from under her bangs, but I had to look away.
“You’re done crying?”
“No, snh! I wasn’t crying, I’m sick.”
“What do you know about sick?”
“Well you didn’t find anything, so you can let me go! Don’t touch me, just let me go! What were you doing out there all this time?” She had to chase me around the desk, because I backed around to the other corner. So she stopped, took a deep breath, and let it out.
“Huh, I had to call someone in.” She pulled the bow around her waist. The double breasted trench coat, and the green cloth belt she’d tied in a bow around her waist, “And change.” She slipped her hands up to the collar, and spread it open. Stepping out with one foot, then the other so her legs were spread wide open as it slipped off her shoulders, and down her arms to the floor behind her.
“What are you wearing?” At first, it looked like a bathing suit. A wet shiny one-piece that I could see tattoos through, but too blurry to make out more than shapes.
“Not to mention your pitiful blubbering was such a turnoff.” I tried to slip out, but she cut my off, and put her hands up. On the wall, on either side of my head. Then, I tried to duck under, but she grabbed my shirt, and yanked me hard over to the desk.
“No, let me go, stop it, what’s wrong with you?”
The wooden box fell off, and my keys skidded across the floor to hit the wall.
“Me, what’s wrong with you?” I couldn’t fight her, not because she was too strong, but she didn’t give me the chance. I couldn’t push my shoulders off the desk, with my hands cuffed behind my back.
“You afraid of a little pussy?” She kicked my feet out again, and then put her knee up one side. Got up on the desk, and then pinned me with her legs tight around my arms.
“You dickless bitch, what are you even doing in a sex shop? No wonder you’re a virgin, you’re afraid of sex, aren’t you?”
“No, this isn’t sex, it can’t be like this.”
“Then it’s Rape, is it?” I stopped, even trying to struggle, I was so shocked by her saying it. “Huh!” She leaned over, and panted through her mask, right bye my ear. “Fine, I always wanted to rape a dude anyway.”
“No, you can’t. What the hell are you even talking about raping a dude? That’s impossible.”
“Well do you want it or not?”
“Yes, okay. Fine, just take these cuffs off first. It hurts, I’ll fuck you, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go.” Even as I said that, I couldn’t believe that it was rape. It was just such an unthinkable concept, if she hadn’t threatened to, I probably would have gone home, and kept making excuses about getting lucky. Even when guys said that she practically raped me, I laughed. As if it was a joke, but no joke.
She didn’t give me a chance to think that if the tables were turned, again. If it were like one of those Shoplyfter videos, I could never bring myself to watch, and even telling myself that they were fake. They weren’t real, it was a fantasy, I knew what kind of fantasy it was. A forced fantasy, a rape fantasy, for guys that’re sick enough to get turned on by that shit, but not me. Even if she was cute, even if they showed her tits bouncing in the thumbnail view, I couldn’t watch that. It was too close to the real thing, and I wasn’t interested in rape. I sure never thought it would happen to me, but then once it started, it all happened so fast.
She humped my arms for a while, just to make them hurt worse. Then, she pulled me up by the chain, and I think I asked her if she had any padded ones? of course they didn’t, you had your choice of fuzzy leopard print in assorted colors, but that wasn’t the point. I just wanted them to take them off long enough to feel the welts on my wrists from being handcuffed so long. I would have done anything just for a few seconds of freedom when she switched them out, but she was sadistic.
She never hit me, she didn’t even slap my ass, but she hurt my feelings down to the core. My arms, and especially my wrists hurt so much. I couldn’t feel much else, but then she pushed me out the door, and her boss helped her pull me out between the displays. He still didn’t say anything, he just nodded when she told him to “Help me get him over here.”
In the corner, the back corner, there was a sort of wall. Floor to ceiling, but otherwise like a bathroom stall, except for the door only came up to about 6′ off the ground. It didn’t go all the way to the floor, but it wasn’t until it swung open that I saw it wasn’t empty.
“Mhn!” There was a guy in there, with his eyes closed, but then he blinked, and looked up in the mirror. He had his hands between his legs, but I didn’t see that they were cuffed to his knees until I was forced down behind him.
“Smell that ass?”
“NWH! MPH?” I tried to shake my head, but she had me by the neck, and both thumbs behind my ears. Sitting on my back, and humping it through the shirt. I could feel her ass, but not that it was actually a sweaty latex leotard she put on. While she waited for her boyfriend to come, and tied him up in the changing room.
I had no idea that they even allowed people to try things on, but there was a bench in the back. Just wide enough for him to rest his shoulders on, but thank god for the mask. He didn’t fart or anything, but after rubbing my face in his pants for a while, she stopped, and let me breathe. Still sitting on me, and controlling me with her body weight.
I don’t know how much, maybe around 100lbs, but it was more than enough. She just yanked his pants down, and grabbed my neck again. I could feel her gloves were rubber, and that’s when I saw the leather straps around his knees. His wrists, and his fingers curled up in fists, but he was loving it.
“Try again, get a good smell of his ass.”
“MUPH!” She forced me down, and I tried to struggle, but eventually I gave up. I didn’t have the strength, and now I was even pushed beyond shame. Disgust, and homophobia. It wasn’t gay, it wasn’t even sex, it was her forcing me face first into her boyfriend’s ass, and he loved it.
“Oh, uh, huh! Fuck, fuck me mistress.”
“No.”
“Please, fuck me now.”
“Not until he learns his lesson.”
“Oh god, I can’t take it any more, I need it. My ass needs you inside me so bad.”
“Huh!” I was so grateful when she finally let go, and pushed me out of the way. “You, don’t move.” She put her heel up on my shoulder, and pushed me back. I couldn’t even look at her, but I saw her boot.
Of course it was black, tight, shiny, and high heeled. I even bumped it with my forehead, and sure enough, it was latex. Thick latex, so thick it made the muscle in her calf hard, and look huge, but then she spat. “STOOH!” Pulled her mask back down before I could look up, but then I turned away.
“Uh, fuckhuh!” he moaned, loudly, and I tried to look away from her elbow, but through the corner of my eye, I could see her knuckles twist, and slowly disappear.
“Take it, faggot!” She slapped his cheek with the other hand. “Take it all.”
“Uh, ngh!” He squealed, but she didn’t pump it out. She screwed it in deeper.
“You want it?”
“Yeah, I want it all.”
“My whole hand.” She turned, and looked right at me. “My whole arm up inside your tight ass, yeah!”
“YeaAH! Punchfuck meyah! YAHAHAHA!” Then she started shaking it. Hard, up his ass. All the way up his ass to her wrist.
“You don’t have the balls to take it like a man, bitch. You’re not even a manbitch, you’re just a scared dickless little boy, aren’t you?”
“Gnoh! Snh! Stop it. Stop saying that, just leave me alone!”