CAUGHT IN THE TOILET Part One By Pink Pantyboy
Caught in the Toilet...By Pink Pantyboy.
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Kneeling on the cold tiled floor beside the toilet, dressed in nothing but a pair of frilly pink panties, frosty pink lipstick, black, lace topped stocking, black lace garter belt and a frilly pink, open bra, I waited for the door to open. The slight smell of urine making the moment seem even dirtier somehow. My heart pounded in fear, anticipation, dread, and excitement tied my stomach into knots knowing what was about to happen. I kept asking myself what was I doing here, why didn't I just run away. The thought of how I'd ended up in this position just kept going around my brain as I relived the chain of events that led me here. Like a little scared mouse in a maze, I tried to find a way out, wondering if I could have done something different to prevent it, or change the outcome. Or was I simply destined to be here, dressed like this on my knees in some other dirty toilet waiting for a strong, dominant man to come through that door and molest me, no matter what I did.
I remembered sitting here just this morning, on this same toilet looking down at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties and trying to resist the urge to play with myself. They looked so lovely against my pale skin of my shaven legs, the stocking tops, and garter straps adding an extra, wonderfully dirty, erotic feeling. I remember blushing slightly and smiling to myself thinking what a filthy little pervert I was, wearing lingerie under my street clothes to work. Mostly, I'm just a crossdressing sissy boy hiding in the closet, and sometimes wore lingerie on weekends under my clothes when I went out for the evening. All wonderfully exciting erotic fun, perverse and dirty and something a real man would never do.
It wasn't something I did very often, but this morning, after taking off my pink baby doll nighty and silky satin panties, I thought how shameful, dirty, and exciting it would be to go to work wearing slutty, sissy bitchboy lingerie under my pants. At first, I dismissed the thought, as there was always the chance someone might notice the outline of the garter straps, or panty lines under my pants when I bent over. You never knew who might be watching you around the office. It would be bad enough if one of the office girls noticed, but ten times worse if one of the guys did. I'd never be able to live that down, no matter what I said, but therein lay the feeling of dirty excitement. After the shower, I felt particularly horny looking at my totally shaved body in the mirror and ran my hands over the slight, soft swelling on my upper chest thanks to my repeated exposure to tea tree oil and lavender when I was younger. They looked and felt like young girls titties with large round nipples that were only a slightly darker pink than the rest of my chest. I grinned and thinking that this was what happened when you started wearing girl's panties in the first place, as if the panties were treated with some exotic chemical or other to punish boys who dare to wear them. I knew it wasn't true, but the thought of it as punishment for daring to put them on in the first place, instead of the spanking I should have got, made it feel right. That was when I decided to wear my slutty lingerie, shivering slightly as I watched myself in the mirror as I put on the frilly pink, open bra, black lace garter belt, stocking and a teddy, thinking how sissy and faggy I looked dressed like that. I even bent over and spanked myself with a hairbrush a few times looking over my shoulder as I did, hissing at the painful pleasure. The trouble was, the stinging slaps just made me even hornier, so I spanked myself even harder. Sobbing and whimpering softly before ordering myself to finished getting dressed, as if someone else was controlling my actions.
The last item of course was my boys shorts' pink panties, smiling to myself as I thought of that name. Boy shorts' or `boy's leg' panties. It almost sounded as if all boys and young men should be wearing them. Now there was a thought. How about a law that said guys had to wear girl's panties until you were 21, wouldn't that be something. All those pretty boys and young men, all male and macho looking like me, walking around in sissy pink panties and bra under their street clothes. I guess they wouldn't be calling anyone faggot or queer when everyone knew what they were wearing under their pants. Of course, that would take a lot of the erotic, dirty fun out of crossdressing.
To be on the safe side I wore a tee shirt over the bra and teddy, as I didn't want anything, especially the shoulder straps or lace trim showing through my shirt. I was wearing a lightweight vest over my shirt, but it didn't hurt to be a little careful. The tee shirt should hide any tell-tail outlines or visible signs of what I was wearing as far as I could see. The last item I put on was a gold `slave' chain around my right ankle, adding to my submissive sissy feeling. Anyone seeing that over the black nylon stocking would instantly know what I was, but I felt particularly brave this morning, as if I wanted someone to find out. As an added touch of daring, I applied a thin coat of almost clear nail polish that had just a light tinge of pink in it to my fingernails. I'd done it before and no one even noticed.
By mid morning, the wet spot in my panties was getting to me, so I rushed to the toilet after break and sat there looking down at my slutty lingerie and feeling the outline of the bra and the lace on the teddy through the tee shirt. I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself after that, letting out a soft moan as I stroked my cock. It felt so good that I sat there a little longer, reveling in the feeling between my legs and smell of the toilet. Somehow, the smell of pee made it all feel even dirtier, more shamefully erotic, and depraved in some way. With a sigh of regret, I stopped, knowing that if I didn't I'd jack off until I climaxed. I didn't want that, I wanted to keep this feeling going as long as possible. With a sigh of regret I stood, my pants slipping down my legs to my feet as I turned to flush the toilet. I reached down to pull my pant up at the same time as I flushed, and as I did, I almost didn't hear the door to the toilet open over the sound of rushing water. I froze in shock, as in my haste I'd forgotten to lock the door. I was so petrified I couldn't move, or even to look around to see who it was. I heard movement, the door closing, the click of the lock. The next second the light went off, plunging the toilet into darkness. I moaned softly in panic, the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears, hardly able to breathe. I turned, but couldn't see who it was. Only the sound of his soft footsteps coming towards me and the rasping sound of a zip. I wanted to hide, or the floor to open and swallow me, too petrified to move, to run, but to where? I felt him stand close, his hand touching my crotch, stroking my semi hard cock with rough fingers. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer.
"Nice bitch panties, sissy boy!" He whispered his voice low and husky, unidentifiable.
Between the pounding of my heart and my gasping for breath, I couldn't tell who it was. Someone from my office was all I knew. Someone who now knew I was a panty-wearing sissy masquerading as a real man. I couldn't help myself and let out a soft sob of shame. Between his man smell, the darkness, the toilet smell, and his hand stroking my cock I started to get hard. How perverted was that? I should be screaming, fighting, or fainting, something-anything, not just standing there and doing nothing except get hard while he played with my cock. I felt movement and knew he was playing with his cock as well. He stopped and using both hands pushed the vest off and unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to stop him, wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I felt weak and utterly helpless as he undressed me. He pushed the shirt off my shoulder and ran his ran his over my body as the vest and shirt dropped to the floor. Without a word, I submissively raised my arms as he lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor I suppose. I heard him sigh as his fingers ran over my body again, feeling the bra and my little girly titties through the teddy, tweaking the nipples hard before traveling down my body to my hips. Gripping the waistband of the panties he pulled them down and freeing my now hard cock. One hand returned to squeezing me while the other return to jacking himself off, and I thought for a wild moment it would be enough. He stopped and ran his hand up my body until it rested on my shoulder and began to push downward. I let out another small sob, knowing what he wanted. I tried to tell myself not to do it, to refuse, to run, to scream no... but I couldn't. Slowly, unwillingly I sank to my knees, tears of shame running down my face. He'd seen me, knew who I was. If I didn't do this, I knew he'd tell everyone in the office. My knee hit the cold, tiled floor and I could smell musky odor of his manhood, right in front of my face. I sobbed again as he reached down, using his thumb and forefinger squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. The moment it did, he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth.
"Suck it, you dirty little panty wearing faggot." He whispered loudly.
Crying in shame, I started licking and sucking his big cock and it wasn't long before he started gently pumping it in and out of my mouth. I shuddered in disgust at the taste, feeling the silky smooth texture of the skin sliding in and out between my lips, then the taste of the little shot of musky pre-cum that leaked from the tip. At first, he just stroked my hair, gradually moving his hand to the back of my head so he could pull my head forward as he pushed his cock in. Then he had both hands on my head, holding it tight, gradually speeding up his stokes and beginning to pant. I couldn't take his cock out of my mouth now even if I wanted to, and I did as the intense feeling of shame washed over me.
"Suck it hard you disgusting little cock sucking faggot bitch!" Sobbing around his cock, and with hot tears of shame running down my face I did.
"That's it you filthy little crossdressing queer, suck your daddy's big hard cock like a good little sissy faggot!"
Sobbing in shame and humiliation, I did what he told me, sucking his rock hard cock as it slipped in and out between my wet lips faster and faster. This went beyond shame to something else I couldn't even think of. He was raping my mouth and I couldn't do a thing to stop him. I moaned in shame that I let him do this to me, cursing myself for wearing panties and slutty lingerie to work. His huge cock filled my mouth, plunging deeper with each stroke, gagging me as he gradually pushed the head of his cock down my throat, over powering my will to resist. Suddenly I felt his cock swell, and with a loud groan of pleasure, he shot his load, filling my mouth with hot cum. I gagged and choked as it hit the back of my throat, but he didn't stop, he just kept fucking my mouth. In desperation, I swallowed, and kept swallowing as more and more cum filled my mouth. With a last thrust, he stopped and I felt him shiver as he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth, slapping it across my face a few times.
"Ummmm good. What a great little cock sucking sissy faggot you are." He murmured, hearing the rasp as he zipped up his pants. "Yeah, a good little cock sucking, cum swallowing sissy fag." Without another word, he turned and walked across the toilet towards the strip of light coming in under the door. For a moment he stopped.
"Hey bitch!' He whispered loud enough for me to hear.
I looked in his direction and caught the flash in my eyes. He'd taken a picture of me with his cell phone. I sobbed again and dropped my head as he opened the door and left, closing and locking the door behind him, for which I was thankful. I don't think I could have moved right then. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned, thinking to throw up in the bowl, but I didn't. As disgusting as it was, I didn't feel in the least bit sick. In the end, I stood, pulling my panties and pants up enough so for me to go over and switch the light on. Checking first to see if the door was locked. I dressed, rinsed my mouth, washed and dried my face and hands and stood there looking myself in the mirror. I couldn't look at myself in the eye for long, still feeling the shame at what I'd done. I'd just been used like a cheap ally slut and I should have stopped him but didn't. What made me blush ever more was the fact that throughout the whole ordeal I was as hard as a rock. Thankfully, he, whoever he was, hasn't seen that, but I'm not sure if that would have made a difference anyway.
What would I do now? Someone out there knew what I was, and had a picture of me. Would he tell? Would he say something to someone, or show them the picture? I didn't know. After washing my face again and combing my hair, I walked slowly back to my desk as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and tried to continue to work. Even so, it was hard to concentrate on invoices and filing. I looked at the other guys in the office and wondering which one of them it was, but none of them appeared to take any special interest in me. The day progressed, depressing hour after hour. An orange juice lunch couldn't get the taste of his cock and cum out of my mouth no matter how much I tried. It was still there, at the back of my throat, a constant reminder of what I'd done. At three, I took a break and went outside to get a breath of fresh air, thinking it might help. It did for a moment, until I got back to my desk. Tucked under my nameplate was a large envelope with my name on it and something bulky inside. I sat and turned away so no one could see, and with trembling fingers opened the envelope. Inside was a lipstick, a tube of Vaseline, and a stubby black butt plug. Checking to see no one was looking, I opened the lipstick, sucking in my breath as I saw bright glossy pink. Just then, my computer pinged with an incoming message with the header of `Lipstick'. My hands shook as I opened the email. Inside was a simple note.
...`5:30 pm -- bathroom -- lipstick - plug -- just lingerie - on your knees - lights off - be ready -- or else'...
There was no signature and I didn't recognize the email address, Just Master-rob@yahoo.com. As poor as it was, the attached picture said it all. A recognizable me, kneeling in front a toilet, dressed in slutty, faggy underwear with my cock sticking out. He knew! I quickly erased the email, shaking like a leaf, my fingers fumbling over the keys. For a while, I just sat there in shock, unable to think or do anything. No sooner had I started to think of one route to escape, I rejected it for another, but in the end I stopped, knowing there was no way out. Whoever it was, he had me. I had little money and I doubted my clunker of a car would get me out of town before breaking down, and where could I go? I was trapped as surely as a mouse in the maze. The office closed at 5:00 and by 5:10 the place was empty except for me, and I suppose whoever it was I was going to meet. At 5:15, I was in the darkened toilet stripped down to my lingerie, wearing bright pink lipstick and kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet as ordered, shaking like a leaf. Even with the lube, it was painful slipping the butt plug in and even now, it irritated, and I kept wiggling my butt to relieve it. Suddenly and without warning, the door opened but I didn't look up when he switched the light on. I didn't want to know who it was. He walked over and stood in front of me, unzipping his pants as he did.
"Stand up and bend over the toilet, bitch!" He ordered.
I moaned softly, and did what he told me, seeing only suit pants and black shoes. His strong hands started traveling over my body as I turned and bent over. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, and with two quick jerks, he ripped them off.
"Good. Spread your legs pussy boy!" All I could do was moan. He slapped my bare bottom hard and laughed before reaching around and forcing my mouth open to stuffed the dirty pink panties inside.
"That should keep the little faggot quiet while I fuck his boy pussy." I shivered in dismay, yet I should have realized that's what he was going to do.
"Please... don't." I tried to say before he pushed the panty gag into my mouth, but only mumbled sounds came out."
"Shut up, cunt!" He started spanking me then, hard. First one cheek, then the other. They were hard slaps, much harder than I could spank myself. I moaned and squealed around the gag but he didn't stop until I was sobbing my eyes out.
At last, he stopped and his hand slipped between my open legs, caressing my crotch first, then my tight balls. While he was doing that, his other hand wandered over my body finally reached my little titties. He squeezed them hard, first one, then the other. That wasn't enough, and slipping the shoulder straps off the teddy and bra and pulled them down, exposing my girly breast, cupping them in his hand. This time he squeezed my little titties, making me moan louder, then pinched the nipples, hard, making me draw in a hissing breath of pain.
"Oh yeah. What lovely fucking titties you have bitchboy." His other hand soon found the butt plug, teasing it a moment before gently pulling it out. He didn't take it all the way out, but began slipping it in and out, making me moan softly in shame.
"Oh yes. You gona feel a real cock in there soon, sissy cunt. You're going to love it. So much better than a dildo or a butt plug."
"Please.... No... I'm not..." I wanted to say, but couldn't. A moment later, he pulled the butt plug out and substituted the tip of his cock. "Oh god no...." I moaned around the gag, hearing only mumbled sounds come out.
With a quick thrust and a flash of pain, he had the head of his cock inside me. I tried to move forward and pull away, but he quickly grabbed my hips in both hands and pulled me back. As he did, he rammed his cock in. I squealed, but that didn't stop him pulling me back and he thrust his cock in deeper. It was horrible and I started crying in pain and shame. He was going to fuck me like a girl and I couldn't stop him.
"Yeah! What a lovely tight pussy you have cunt! I'm going to enjoy fucking you!"
Saying that he did, sliding his huge cock in and out of my ass. It hurt but he didn't care. I clamped one hand over my mouth to stop myself screaming as he gradually fucked his way inside me. With my face burning with shame I could only stand there and let this unknown man fuck me like a dirty little crossdressing faggot bitch. His hand came up and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back as he pounding his cock into me. His other hand slid up and grabbed my titties, squeezing them and pinching the nipples hard. I could hear him panting for breath, moaning, knowing he was enjoying every second of my rape, and being raped I was. He let go of my breast and his hand landed with a resounding slap on my ass cheek. I tried to scream around the gag as he kept spanking me, harder and harder.
"Work it, you filthy little cunt! Work that fucking faggot pussy!" He slapped me again and again, and sobbing and crying, I did, hoping he'd stop. He didn't. The faster I pushed back on his cock, the more he spanked me. At least the pain in my butt slowly diminished as my ring relaxed to accommodate his huge cock.
That did nothing to reduce the shamed and humiliation I felt, only made it worse. He was using me like a dirty little ally slut and it was my own fault. I knew then that that was what I felt ashamed about, him fucking me was just icing on the cake. Just then, he reached around and grabbed my cock and I gasped in surprise. I was as hard as a rock. I never got this hard, not matter what I did, yet now my little cock felt like a stiff bar. I sobbed even louder; I was starting to enjoy it. I started panting, wiggling my ass on his cock. Suddenly I wanted him there, wanted him to fuck me. Like some erotic dream come true, I was really getting raped like I fantasized about so many times. It was all the things I thought it would be and more. My ring relaxed at last, and I shuddered in pleasure as he pounded into me, moaning in dirty, erotic enjoyment now. With the ring relaxed, he fucked me even faster, panting for breath, moaning himself now.
"Fuck! What a great piece of ass you are, faggot... fuck, you're better than my girlfriend for fuck's sake!" That must have turned him on even more as he drove his cock in harder. I squealed around the gag, wiggling and pushing my ass back onto his big, hard wonderful cock.
With a final lunge he rammed his cock all the way in and held it there while he shot his load inside me, breeding me like a bitch. I could feel his cock pulsing, imagining his hot cum filling my ass in some perverse initiation into faggothood. I was a cross-dressing sissy fag now, whether I wanted to be or not. The days of just dressing up in girls clothes and fantasizing about what might happen, or what a guy might do to me if he caught me wearing girl's clothes were over. Now I knew exactly how it felt to suck cock, and get fucked like a cheap whore. With a final sigh, he pulled out, hearing him wiping his cock before zipping up his pants. Then, without a word, he left, setting the locking latch before closing the door. I sank to the floor and knelt there sobbing at the image of myself doing this again and again. He had me, what with the picture. No matter how much I tried to tell myself this wasn't my fault, that's he'd forced me, raped me I knew the truth. Whether I wanted it or not I was no longer just a closet crossdresser, I was now his panty wearing sissy faggot bitch. He owned me, and I wanted it.
THE END?