My fantasy

[joshtrainer30]

I consider myself straight so the following is more about humiliation than about sex

This is my first effort so if you want to comment please be kind

My fantasy

"Well", he said "what are you going to do for us ? You want to go home, so what are you doing for us ?" The threat was there in his voice and I wondered if it was time to fulfill my fantasy. The problem was I didn't know how to go about it without the two of them guessing my secret.

I suppose you want to know what the fantasy is.

Well its quite simple really, it comes from when I was just eighteen years old, walking home I was attacked by a local yob. He quickly had me on the ground, held by the hair and bringing his knee repeatedly up into my face. I was completely helpless and desperate for the beating to stop. All I could think was to undo my trousers so he would see my underpants. I don't know what I hoped to achieve by this but it seemed the natural thing to do. It may have been fortunate that I didn't manage to do it but I have never forgotten that feeling. So now I have a fantasy of myself kneeling in front of the other lad with my trousers open and my white briefs exposed.

Ever since I've wanted to drop my trousers in front of another man. I associate this with physical defeat. Just so you know, I don't consider myself gay, I don't fancy other men, although I do realise this fantasy is a little ambiguous.

Anyway, thats how I came to be in a dark alley with these two strangers. I had decided to take a short cut home, through the worst area in town, in the hope that my fantasy might come true. Despite my anticipation I was nervous when the two of them approached me and didn't relax as they engaged me in conversation. All sorts, who I was, why I was out alone in such a dangerous area. I had no answer to that, I couldn't tell them the truth. If I was going to drop my trousers, it had to be their idea.

I asked them to get out of my way so I could get home. That brought forward the request for me to do something for them. I sensed that they were trying to humiliate me but I wasn't sure what to say.

"What do you expect me to do ? Do you expect me to beg ?" That struck the right note, the suggestion that I might be prepared to humiliate myself without saying how.

"Thats a good idea", the man in front of me smiled and added "why don't you try it?"

I tried to appear nervous with my reply

"What am I supposed to do ?"

He was no help

"You tell me"

We were getting nowhere so I had to say something

"Well do you mean on my knees, with my trousers down or what."

I hoped I hadn't given myself away but I didn't need to worry. There was an excitement in his eyes

"Try it with your trousers down"

I knew it was time. I felt for my belt and unbuckled it, then the button to my jeans and the zip. I could hear the sound of the zip as it came down. I opened my trousers and felt a sense of relief that both men were staring at my blue briefs. My tee-shirt didn't really cover them, but of course that was deliberate. I stood there knowing I was defenceless, completely at their mercy. I found that strangely comforting.

"I'm begging you to let me go home"

As I said I don't regard myself as gay but I could feel a slight hardening between my legs. Just the situation really, I certainly didn't want anything sexual to happen. The problem was that I couldn't control what was going on.

"We can let you go home. You just have to take off your other clothes first"

Well I didn't know what to do. I looked at them, their air of certainty, and realised that I didn't have much choice. I couldn't run away with my trousers already down to my thighs.

So I bent down and pulled off my shoes then my socks. My trousers followed them onto the ground and then I pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there in my underpants reluctant to go any further.

"Well I reckon thats far enough, you can go home now if you want".

His mate was picking up my clothes and they obviously didn't intend to return them, so I walked quickly past and after a moment started to run. This was to get away but naturally I was also feeling the cold.

Not much more to say. It was late in the evening and quite dark so there were few people about and I don't think I was seen as I made my way home. There was one couple but I ducked into the shadows and they were more interested in each other. Someone did call after me but there was no way I was going to stop to find out what they wanted.

Eventually I was home and letting myself in with the spare key that was hidden in the garden. I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over until I remembered that my wallet which had my address was in my trousers. I wondered if the two guys would return it

 

[Autolycus]

That is a promising start to what could be an intriguing story - did they come knocking at your door?

 

[joshtrainer30]

Part 2

The following evening I drove straight home from work. I live alone so if I'm not working late I often socialise but today had been hard and I just had to get home. I got out of the car and was straight up the path and through the front door in a moment. I took off the jacket to my suit but scarcely had I sat down than there was a knock on the door. Reluctantly I forced myself to open it to be greeted with a bunch of keys, my keys, being shaken in my face.

"We didn't like to let ourselves in. Didn't seem polite. Can we come in ?"

It was my two "friends" from last night


Last night. I had breathed a sigh of relief when I let myself in. I was really uncomfortable to be in just my briefs and although everything that had happened was more or less as planned I was still dissatisfied. There is something in the male psyche that teaches you to defend yourself and I had let myself down. I was ashamed that at the merest suggestion and without any attempt at protest or resistance I had just stripped down to my underpants in front of two strangers. I knew that nobody could be allowed to find out.

I didn't get much sleep but in the morning I was much recovered. The shame had passed and I was quite excited at the memory of what had happened and wondering whether I dared try to arrange something similar again. I thought that the two of them probably wouldn't come round and that I was safe if I chose to be.

When I went into work there was a lot to do. I borrowed some money from my assistant, explaining to him that I had lost my wallet. I told the bank the same story when cancelling my credit card. I also knew that the locks at my home would need to be changed but decided to leave that task till later. By now I was quite certain that the two men I had met probably weren't going to come and see me. My mistake.

I know the knock at the door shouldn't have been a surprise but my heart sank as I saw the two men. I suddenly realised that I didn't want to repeat the experience of our previous meeting.

They pushed their way into the house and sat themselves down without any invitation. I walked to the window and closed the curtains. It was already dark but the real reason was that I didn't want anyone to see my visitors. I certainly didn't want any questions about them.

We all sat down and the conversation started quite reasonably

"That's a nice suit you're wearing. Got a good job ? Pay well ?"

"It's ok". I didn't want to commit myself to anything

"You left very quickly last night. Hope we didn't upset you"

No I thought to myself you didn't upset me, I achieved a lifetime ambition. I didn't say that though

"What did you expect ? You took my clothes"

"You took them off easily enough. Did you enjoy it ?"

It was obvious they'd been thinking about it

"That's rubbish. You'd have done the same in my position"

He changed tack

"We were wondering if you told anyone about last night"

It suddenly occured to me that they were worried I might report them, that they might be arrested. There was no risk of that but his next words made me realise I was on the wrong track.

"We decided that you didn't. We got to wondering how much it would be worth to keep the secret"

"You already have the money from my wallet"

"So we're greedy. Sorry"

There was a pause as nobody said anything. Then he spoke again

"Did last night upset you ? We thought maybe you got tooled up. Stop it happening again"

Then he said something which unnerved me.

"Are you sure you haven't a weapon ? I think we need to check. You need to stand for a frisk. Do the business, Matt"

"You're wasting your time"

I stood up, not to offer myself for a frisk, but to face them down

"Why don't you get out of my house ?"

Matt turned to his mate

"John, going to need some help here. Looks like our friend doesn't want to co-operate"

John approached so the two of them were close to me. I knew they could probably overpower me but this time I was in no mood to submit. It might become too much of a habit.

Matt grabbed my shoulders while John tripped me so I fell backwards. Then Matt was on top of me and as I lay on the ground he shouted

"John, get his trousers"

John grabbed my legs and pulled my shoes off. I tried to kick out but to little effect because of my position on my back.

Matt had started to hit me around the face so I concentrated on defending myself. I could feel John fiddling with my belt and I wriggled from side to side but couldn't stop him. I was completely helpless as he opened my trousers and didn't resist as he pulled them down my legs. It was obviously pointless. My socks followed my trousers and then John spoke

"I've got his trousers. Get the rest"

Matt pulled at my tie and ripped it off them started to unbutton my shirt. Very quickly and for the second time in twenty-four hours I had been stripped to my briefs. The situation made nonsense of my bravado.

I was left lying flat on my back on the ground with both arms stretched out above my head. Matt held my wrists but this was unnecessary as there was no question of any further resistance.

John stood over me and kicked me in the side a couple of times

"Not such a tough guy in your underpants are you".

I had to accept that he was right

"Why don't you get up Josh ? We've a proposition for you".

So I stood up again, still hurting from the blows I had taken and wondering what they wanted.

It was the second time in twenty-four hours I had been left in my underpants but this time it was much more satisfactory. I realised that the first time it had been my suggestion to drop my trousers. My failure to resist had left me feeling ashamed.

Tonight I had fought back and been overpowered. I had been beaten in a fight and unable to defend myself had paid the price of defeat. I could feel the bruises on my face and body and knew that whatever happened to me was no longer under my control. My original fantasy was really about humiliation after losing a fight and I now knew that the fight was an important part of the whole process. Rather a painful part.

There was a flash and I realised a photograph had been taken, then there was another.

"You look so hot Josh, we had to have a record. Nice briefs as well. Do you like blue then ? Darker than before aren't they ?"

I wasn't going to get into a conversation about the colour of my underpants. I noticed that this was the first time that either of them had said anything sexual to me. I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

"What is your proposition then ?"

"We'd like to meet you every week. You can give us some money and we'll show you a good time, a really good time. What do you say ?".

"I need time to think"

"You can have time. We'll see you next week, same place, same time we first met. Better be there, Josh"

And with that, they left, and I had a problem.

 

[joshtrainer30]

I am interested to know what anyone thinks of this. Over 300 views so did everyone love it or hate or what ?

Here's part 3


Part 3

It wasn't the next week. It was the following month but John and Matt had kept their promise. I was having the time of my life, dancing in front of the crowd, when I recognised a familiar face. It was Peter from work. He grinned at me and my heart sank. This was not what I wanted.

I have never really thought of myself as attractive to men. I suppose it's just not been relevant to me. My two visitors had shown an interest and that did make me think. I couldn't dwell on this however as there were a lot of things to decide.

Like how would I explain the marks on my face. I decided to say I had been the victim of a mugging but I knew that explanation would only work once. I just couldn't allow a repeat; whatever the cost.

I also decided that I would have to meet my new friends again, if only to stop them coming round to my house. I was concerned about the prospect of paying them what sounded like blackmail but more than that there was the question of what else they might want. I didn't believe them when they said they would give me a really good time. I couldn't be so lucky

So it was work again the following day and I told my story wihich received a sympathetic reception. Everyone was sorry for me with just one exception, my assistant Peter. Peter made a comment about my bad luck but he was ignored and so my only problem was the difficulty I found in concentrating. After everything that had happened that's not surprising.


The next weekend came round and it was time to meet John and Matt again. I was smartly dressed when I went out that evening with plenty of money in my pocket. They had said they wanted money and I thought it wise to satisfy them

I saw them and they greeted me in a friendly way before asking me for a sum of money that was rather smaller than I had anticipated

John explained

"We want to make this a regular thing, not bleed you dry. Anyway you get something for your money, we want to give you a good time."

"Well, are we going for a drink"

"Oh, nothing like that, just undo your trousers and Matt will show you".

So I loosened my belt and opened my trousers. I knew I couldn't resist as he felt inside my underpants and took hold. He was very gentle but it was humiliating to feel the slow tug on my penis and I tried my best to look away. I felt myself become erect and then I made a mess over his hand. He seemed annoyed which was a little unfair.

It was John who spoke

"Never say we don't do anything for you"

That was that. I tidied myself up and we parted on good terms, after making an arrangement to meet again.


And so that was what we did each week for over a month. I gave them money and then Matt, or sometimes John pleasured me. It became a routine and one that I was starting to enjoy. I learned to make an exhibition of the way I dropped my trousers and struck various poses before they held me. I even started to look into their eyes and feel the full humiliation as they humbled me.


One week the routine changed. They took my money but stopped me before I exposed myself

"We know a club we think you'll like. Do you want to come ?"

So we came to the club, which I soon realised was a gay club, not a woman in sight

"I think you guys have the wrong idea. I'm not gay"

It was John who answered

"Sorry Josh, I think it's a bit late to take that line"

There was a stage at one side of the room which John pointed out.

"We think you're hot. So will everyone. You see the guys dancing. The best dancer wins a cash prize. Why not try it ?"

So this was what they wanted. There were four guys on the stage, all in their underpants. That was the point, I was supposed to dance in my underpants to earn some money. I was appalled to see quite a crowd watching what was going on but quite excited at the same time.

"Why not give it a go, Josh. If you don't then we wouldn't be pleased"

Again I was being blackmailed and I knew I had no choice but to agree

I stepped up onto the stage to a burst of cheering and I started to anticipate what I was going to do. I looked at the other guys and realised, with a quiet sense of pride, that I would be an improvement. Certainly on the fat guy in the dirty old boxers

One of the bouncers spoke

"Rules are you leave your underpants on. We don't want to be closed down. Understand"

"Yes I understand"

So I started to dance, feeling slight uncomfortable that I was the only one fully dressed. Fortunately there was a solution.

First I took off my shoes and socks without much fuss. My jacket followed and then the big decision. Should I take of my trousers or my shirt ?

It would probably be more manly to take off my shirt and leave the trousers until last. Easy decision then. I felt for my belt and began to tease the crowd by suggesting that I was about to undo it. I could see they were getting more excited and I could hear cries that I should get on with it.

The more excited they were, the better I felt and suddenly I was really enjoying the experience. I took off my belt and started to flick it at the crowd before someone grabbed it and threw it on the ground. I opened my trousers to a cheer and showed off my briefs before hiding them again. There were more calls and I responded by pulling my trousers down to my thighs.

I threw my arms in the air, knowing that was pulling my shirt up so my underpants were exposed. I wriggled around and felt my trousers slipping down my legs. I pulled them off then pulled my shirt over my head.

I was left in my briefs, dark navy blue with a black waistband, which showed off a small but distinctly visible bulge between my legs. I thrust myself directly at the crowd, aggressive and submissive at the same time. I was having the time of my life.

And then I saw Peter

 

[Autolycus]

This story is progressing well - what happens next?

 

[Rickrock]

Glad I found this. Nice!

 

[joshtrainer30]

Part 4

We were having a meeting in my office. It was after past 5 o'clock but Peter didn't seem bothered we were late. The discussion about company sales performance was over and we had moved onto more personal matters.

It had been a standard meeting but any casual observer would have been surprised. It's not too often that you see the boss on his knees in front of his assistant. Even more surprising was what he said

"OK Josh, do you take it in your mouth ?"


Two nights previously I had been dancing in the club but after I saw Peter, it just wasn't with the same enthusiasm. I wanted to run from the stage but it was impossible. I had to stay there, dancing as best I could, while he leered at me.

Eventually the music stopped and the competition was over. I dressed and went over to speak to Matt and John. I was no longer worried if I upset them. They were not the real problem

"Sorry but I've seen someone I know. I need to go"

I was slightly surprised at their reaction

"Get off then. We'll see you about. Just collect your prize money before you go, oh and give it to us"

I hadn't realised I had won but I really didn't mind about the money. I was glad they were so relaxed as I just needed to get away.


So it was back to work on Monday and of course I couldn't avoid Peter.

He smiled the first time he saw me but made no comment. I felt nervous, feeling that he was mentally undressing me, but tried to act unconcerned. I am a senior manager but in my current situation it was very hard for me to maintain my authority over the rest of the staff. Obviously it was impossible with Peter.

I was waiting all day for him to make reference to what had happened but he said nothing and I began to wonder if he was deliberately allowing the tension to build.

Towards the end of the day we were due our regular sales meeting and it started pretty much on time at 4 o'clock.

For an hour or so we discussed nothing but sales although increasingly Peter seemed distracted. Eventually he asked me whether I had enjoyed Saturday night.

"It was ok, I suppose"

"Seems to me you've got a secret. Do you want me to keep it ?"

I nodded. The company that we both worked for had a very conservative ethos. No way would they accept what I had done.

"You're going to have to ask me nicely. Get down on your knees"

So thats how I was on my knees when he posed the question.

Now if someone asks you if you take it in the mouth then there's really only one answer

"Well, not normally"

"Not normally, why don't you try it ? You might enjoy it."

I watched him undo his trousers and expose himself. I licked my lips nervously before allowing him to place himself inside my mouth. There was an overwhelming smell but I screwed up my courage, placed my hands on his arse and began to move my head back and forth, anxious to try and please him

So that was my first experience of giving oral sex to another man. I was surprised at how full my mouth felt and I didn't care for the taste but really my overwhelming feeling was that of submission.

After that our relatonship continued in much the same way with the only difference being that now Peter was the boss. He generally admired me and when we went for lunch he insisted on paying for both of us. He always treated me with respect when we were in company but when we were alone he made it clear who was in charge, patting me on my bum and complimenting me on my figure. If I was lucky he would hold my penis for a moment, just long enough to leave me desperate for more.

I felt like a secretary from the 1950's. At one stage he even complimented me on the way that the outline of my briefs showed through my trousers. I have to confess that the thought of that gave me an erection and increasingly all I wanted was to think of ways to please him.

There was nothing too public about the change in our relationship but even so some people were starting to get suspicious. It was only a matter of time before someone realised what was happening and one day I overheard something in the corridor

"Peter and Josh have a lot of meetings these days. Do you think anything's wrong ?"

I was sick with worry as I returned to my office. Was everything about to come out ?

Then I had my idea

 

[Autolycus]

Another intriguing chapter with a cliff-hanger! Keep it rolling!

 

[joshtrainer30]

Part 5

Peter had asked to see me alone before he left

"Why did you do it Josh ? I thought we were getting on fine."

I suspected a trap and I certainly wasn't going to admit anything

"You did this to yourself Peter"

He looked as if he was going to cry


A few weeks earlier I had been worried. It seemed inevitable that the situation between Peter and myself would become common knowledge. I thought I had the solution though.

Peter was good at his job. There was no reason why I shouldn't recommend him for promotion, for him to take on a wider range of responsibility.
So I asked him.

"Peter, I know you work hard. I am sure you could use more money. I could get it for you if you agree to take on more."

He smiled

"And you want me to spend it on you"

I was glad he took it that way and had the grace to look a little embarrassed.

"Well to please you Josh, I will. What did you have in mind ?"

So I outlined my plans. Increased involvement in strategic planning, more staff management, responsibility for controlling the bank accounts. It was clear that this was a considerable promotion and I could see that Peter was excited

"I'll be as senior as you, Josh"

He smiled again and it was obvious that he was completely unsuspicious. I was beginning to tire of the way that he was treating me so it was a relief to know that my plan was going to work.


I arranged for his promotion. He took over the management of some of my staff. He joined me in attending strategy meetings with the directors. Finally, and most importantly he took over responsibility for controlling the company bank accounts.

After a couple of weeks he had become used to his new role and I put my plan into action. It was very easy really. Peter had foolishly let me know all his passwords and one day I took advantage of his absence to sign onto his computer in his name. I set up a series of regular standing orders to make payments from various company bank accounts into his personal account. I knew that he never checked his own bank statement and wouldn't notice the extra money.

The payments continued for a couple of months and soon I was ready for the next stage. If I had any doubts they were taken away by one particular incident.

The two of us attended a meeting with the directors of the company. There was a long discussion to which Peter made a full contribution. Unfortunately what he was saying do not make a lot of sense and I said so. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. It was obvious that Peter was very angry indeed.

When the meeting finished Peter asked me to come to his office. He was calm as he shut the door but I was shocked at what he said

"Strip"

I was used to him dominating me but he had always treated me with a measure of respect. Nevertheless I knew I had to please him, that he had to forgive me. I couldn't allow him to tell everyone what he knew about me.

I took off my jacket and put it on his desk. That was the easy bit. Then I kicked off my shoes and looked him in the face before feeling for my belt. I loosened it and opened my trousers before pushing them down revealing my white briefs. After the trousers it was my shirt, at which point I hesitated. I was standing in front off him in my underpants, fully compliant and submissive, wondering if this would be enough to secure his silence.

"Grovel"

I went down on my knees and looked up at him. Then I bent forward with arms outstretched and my face in the ground.

"Now, apologise for your behaviour"

"Peter, I am so sorry for what I said. I will never say anything like that again"

I raised my lower body as high as possible to ensure my briefs were stretched provocatively over my behind. I wanted to tempt him, make him realise what he would be missing if he gave me away.

"That's better Josh" he said; and I knew it was going to be all right.

He allowed me to get dressed and I must admit I felt uncomfortable as he watched me buttoning up my shirt and pulling up my trousers. Funny that it was worse than having him watch me take my clothes off.

I was virtually dressed when the door opened and Sebastian, the owner of the business, walked in. Peter generally locked the door when we had private business but I realised with horror that he hadn't done so on this occasion. It had been a lucky escape.

Sebastian seemed shocked

"Josh, you're not properly dressed. Why have you taken off your tie ?"

I thought to myself it was lucky he hadn't come in thirty seconds earlier

"Sorry sir, it was so hot"

"Well don't let it happen again"

He asked Peter a couple of questions about the business and then left, glaring at me as he went.


Peter's careless with the door convinced me that I had to discover the "fraud" and so I asked Sebastian for a private meeting to present him with my findings. Money had been stolen from the company and there was only one possible suspect.

Peter was invited to a meeting with the directors, myself and also a couple of policemen. He was presented with the "facts" for which he could offer no explanation. He was arrested and handcuffed but before he was taken away he asked if he could have a few words alone wih me.

The others left us and I wondered nervously what he was going to say. In fact there was no problem. He accused me of setting him up but couldn't offer any evidence. He threatened to tell everyone about my performance at the club but when I pointed out that nobody would believe any lies he told to discredit the chief witness against him, he fell into despair.

Our last moments together were spent with my hand holding his penis as I enjoyed the role reversal. Peter looked completely broken.


I thought that everything would go back to normal but a few days later I had a surprise. I was at home when there was a knock on the door. I answered it to see John and Matt.

"Hello Josh. We heard about Peter. We thought you might be lonely. Can we come in ?"

So I let them in

 

[joshtrainer30]

Part 6

"Take off your clothes"

Well when you're a law-abiding citizen and a policeman gives you an instruction like that you obey. I am law-abiding, well most of the time, so I obeyed.


When Matt and John came round I had mixed feelings. With Peter gone I had been ready to go back to normal but part of me missed the recent excitement. Certainly when I invited my two "friends" in I could feel the tension in the air.

We sat down and exchanged some small talk about the weather. Then the discussion moved onto Peter. John explained that he knew Peter quite well. For a moment I was worried that John knew about my part in Peter's arrest but his next words reassured me.

"Sorry we haven't been in touch, we knew you and Peter were getting it together. We didn't want to interfere."

There was silence as no-one seemed to know what to say.

I thought about what had happened the last time they were in my house. I had ended up on my back and stripped to my underpants. I realised that I was wearing the same dark blue briefs as last time and I wondered nervously if I was about to suffer the same fate. John seemed to be reading my thoughts.

"You know we can take off your trousers any time we want. How does that make you feel ?"

There were two of them and one of me and I knew he was right. They could do anything they wanted. What made it worse was I couldn't afford to resist. There was no way I could go into work again with bruises on my face. I had to be subtle.

"How does it make you feel ?"

I thought that no macho man would want to admit to wanting to see a man in his underpants. There is a certain sexual ambiguity but John didn't seem fazed.

"Nothing I love more than making a man take off his trousers. Best way to humiliate him. So how about it ? Are you doing it or are we doing it for you ?"

I had no choice.

"What do you want from me ?"

"Easy. Take off your trousers and pass them to me. Then let Matt frisk you. He's good at that"

I was still sitting so I bent over to take off my shoes, necessary if I was to take off my trousers. Then I took off my socks. I always feel stupid in my socks without my trousers. I stood up and quickly unbuckled the belt to my trousers but John interrupted me

"Slowly, Josh. Do it slowly. Enjoy yourself. Just watch us watching you"

I did as I was told, carefully watching their reaction as I lowered my zip, sensing their excitement as I opened my trousers to expose my blue briefs.

I allowed my trousers to drop and hesitated for a moment before carefully taking them off, folding them and passing them to John. I stood with my arms outstretched ready for the frisk.

Matt approached and I was surprised when he moved behind me He felt the sides of my body with both hands and worked his way up to my armpits and then my arms. I felt particularly helpless as I could not see him. John had a very good view of everything that was happening. I accepted the humiliation without reacting although I could feel the beginning of interest between my legs.

Matt lifted my t-shirt and felt around my briefs. I tensed as I felt he was going to take them off but he seemed to lose interest.

"He's ok, John"

John nodded and then returned my trousers.

"We'll see you next Saturday. Bring plenty of cash"



The following Saturday I met the two of them. I passed over the money but before anything else could happen there were shouts and a great deal of light

"Police. Stay exactly where you are. Don't anyone move."

We were surrounded and although John and Matt both tried to run, I accepted the situation and held out my hands to be cuffed.

I was bundled into a police car and taken away to the station. I had to provide my personal details and then I was finger-printed and photographed. Finally I was taken to a cell by two policemen and told to undress.

The police were very professional as I stood there naked with my hands covering my privates. Obviously it wasn't an unusual experience for me so I was more bored than embarrassed. I entertained myself by thinking of John was undergoing the same experience. Unfortunately I had an erection at the thought. I desperately tried to think of something else but when I saw one of the policemen smiling I realised that it was too late

The following morning I was interviewed. It was a complete farce. I found out so much more than they did. I told them that I knew Matt and John and that we met so I could give them money I owed them. The police said Matt and John were drug dealers. They had thought they had witnessed a deal between us and were surprised that there were no drugs on me. There were sufficient drugs on Matt and John for them to be jailed for a long time but no real evidence against me. It was soon clear that I was to be let go, although I remained under suspicion.


And so we've almost reached the end of my story. I wasn't going to see Matt or John or even Peter for a very long time and could go back to my old life.

But before that happened there was another incident, a case of deja-vu which I think brought a final resolution.

 

[joshtrainer30]

Part 7

One evening, a few weeks later, I went out to see some friends. We had a few drinks and afterwards, since I lived some way away from them, I ended up walking home alone.

I was crossing some waste ground when I saw a figure in the distance, walking towards me. I wasn't concerned as he approached. I didn't anticipate trouble.

We met and he stopped me to ask me the time in a fairly friendly way. I told him and then he asked me if I had any change.

I suddenly realised who the guy was. He was the one who had beaten me up when I was eighteen and caused my fantasy in the first place. I remembered that on that occasion he had asked me the time and then for some money. Some people never change.

I had to get away so I attempted to pass him. He anticipated what I was trying to do and pushed me off balance and then tripped me so I fell onto the ground. He kicked out at me a couple of times and then grabbed hold of my hair. I was on my knees and couldn't begin to fight back as he brought his knee up repeatedly into my face, despite my best efforts with my arms ro protect myself.

The "fight", such as it was, was taking pretty much the same course as the fight when I was eighteen. I couldn't properly defend myself and I was desperate for him to stop. Once again I thought about trying to drop my trousers, hoping the sight of my underpants would persuade him to stop.

Every time I reached for my belt he hit me again and instinctively I moved to protect my face. It was just impossible to undo my trousers at the same time. Fortunately luck was on my side as he let go of my hair. Maybe he was tired, the poor thing.

A few seconds was all that I needed. I managed to unbuckle my belt and undo the button to my jeans. The zip was halfway down when I felt him grab my hair again as he resumed the assault on my face.

But now it was different. I could protect my face with my arms but between blows I had time to pull at my trousers.

"Look, you can see my underpants"

There can only have been the merest flash of white and he didn't appear to notice as my words were lost in the night air.

"Please have mercy. I surrender. I'm dropping my trousers."

He hesitated and I pulled my trousers open so that my white briefs were more visible.

I had his attention now. It was important what I said next

"Please don't hit me. I surrender. I've shown you my underpants"

I emphasised what I was saying by placing my hands on my hips, lifting my t-shirt as I did so. My white briefs were now completely exposed.

He nodded and then smiled and I knew everything was going to be all right.

"I'll do anything"

He smiled and then told me to stand up.

"Now give me your trousers"

I could hardly complain as it had been my decision to undo my trousers in the first place. He could already see my underpants so I didn't hesitate, kicking off my shoes then pulling off my jeans before handing them over. I put my shoes back on. I didn't think he would be in a hurry to return my trousers. In fact I was wondering whether he'd want my black leather jacket as well.

I was quite relaxed standing there in my underpants. It was undignified to feel the cold of the night air on my bare legs and the thin white material of my briefs offered little protection but a man who's taken off his trousers is no threat and it was pretty obvious that I presented no danger. My acceptance of the situation meant he had no reason to hit me again.

I watched as he searched the trousers, finding my cash.

"Don't you have a wallet"

"No", I had learned not to carry my personal details with me after my experience with Matt and John.

He seemed to lose interest.

"Why don't you go home ?"

I didn't need a second invitation and soon I was on my way.

I was ashamed of what I had done but I knew that feeling would soon pass. In twenty-four hours I would think back to this experience and have the time of my life.

I couldn't help but think back to my original fantasy, based on the experience when I was eighteen years old. If I had managed to get my trousers down then I might avoided a lot of trouble. Still, better late than never.

THE END