I finally reached the seedy part of town. I could smell the urban decay in the air. Long gone were the bright pride floats or corporate slogans adorning every window. The nice brownstones with neatly manicured lawns gave way to dilapidated abandoned buildings. The crowds thinned now and the faces got darker, so did the response to my absurd get up and mannerisms."Fucking fag" "Look at that faggot ass nigga" "Don' come round here fucking cocksucker" Every curse or insult hurled at me made my cock almost puncture itself against my spiked cage. My hole began to spasm and I can feel a burning wetness that came from a mix of the painful lube concoction I mixed up for myself and the mucous and bit of blood generated by raw constant friction of my invader. I was nearly ready to pass out from the pain when I saw my target: a seedy adult theatre. I heard rumor that it was frequented by a lot of rough trade especially those gang affiliated. I walked up to the counter where an elderly blsck woman was manning the ticket counter. "Ticket please" I mumbled. She eyed me up and down and went back to watching her phone
"20" I handed her the money, took the ticket and hobbled inside. It was near pitch black, with ehat I sensed was a corridor with exits to main theatres and some booths with tvs in them. I heard the soft moans of actresses wafting over the air. The atmosphere was thick with the stench of piss and hints of unwashed crotch. I found myself salivating but steeled myself. I found the nearest booth and shut myself in.
"Now what?" I thought. I was so enamored with the thought of danger, I didnt think of the next step. Who would attack someone like me? I'm fucking huge, nit some dainty twink. On the off chance I get a brave psycho, then what? Will he be able to overpower me like I want? The mixture if scents and soundd and my racing heart made me dizzy, but I perservered. Id have to find away. Little did I know was that by the end of the night I would get what I was looking for and so much more.