Naamloos

“Okay, then prove it… if you’re so “secure in your masculinity” then trade with me- your hoodie for my sweater,” she said with a mischievous smile as a dare.

A few minutes later, I was wearing her sweater, my head spinning with confusion as the other girls pointed and giggled and then guys there talked softly amongst themselves with their eyes fixed on me. My challenger’s smile widened, pleased with herself and very obviously feeling victorious.

Then one of the men, approached me, eyeing me up and down. He was tall and muscular and I couldn’t help feeling small and intimidated. After a tense moment, he finished checking me out, and commented “what a sissy”. Blushing, I tried to explain that it was all just a dare, but he was having none of it. “A sissy like you must be a good cocksucker,” he sneered, to nervous giggles and quiet murmurs from everyone watching, then he ordered me to my knees. Frozen in panic, I just looked up at him pleadingly, and hoping he’d laugh it off and leave me alone. Then she stood up and got on her tippy toes and whispered something in his ear. He nodded.

Then she whispered in my ear “he’s agreed to make you do it in private, so just go with him, and you won’t have to do it with everyone watching,” she said.

I shook my head no and tried to argue my way out of it. “But… I’m not… this isn’t… I don’t…”.

Impatient with my pathetic mumbling, she interrupted “Stop. Just stop. He’s graciously offered you a way to obey him without publicly humiliating you. I think you’d better accept it and go with him now,” then she added smugly “you’re welcome”.