This story involves gay sex and forced fem, not your thing, move to another story.
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I haven't been able to concentrate all day, didn't get anything done. All I can think about is having to go back to the bookstore tonight. I don't know if I can do it but if I don't I'm not sure what he might do. Maybe he just won't contact me anymore and I really don't want that. More troubling is the thought of him having the pictures of me. I know several of them are really nasty and I can't imagine them getting out. What if he went to where I work and just left some copies lying around, like in the men's room. I know I would have to quit my job. How could I go to work with everyone knowing?
I know what I have to do. It's going to be so hard to act fem. I really don't think I'm very good at it. How can I try on a dress there and let him see me in it? What if he makes me come out of the dressing room? Oh god, how did I get into this? Maybe I should just refuse to do it. I wish I could do that but I know that fear of discovery will overcome everything else and that I will do what he told me to do. What will the guy want me to do? I know he wants me to suck his cock but will that be all. What if he expects more? I never have had anything bigger than my finger up my ass. What if he goes there? I'm so on edge, can't sit down very long till I'm pacing around again.
Unknown to me, you call the guy you know at the bookstore. He was home and you talk to him about me. You two aren't really friends, just know each other through the bookstore. He had got in touch with you a few times when he saw submissive boys at the store. You had went down there and had some success so you kind of felt you owned him and this was a chance to square things up a little.
'Hello, Brian here,' the clerk answers the phone.
'Hello ,Brian, Mike here, nice seeing you again last night.'
'Yea, you too Mike, where did you find this one?'
I laugh, 'I didn't find this boy anywhere. He found me online. Boys got issues, he a fag if I have ever met one but he is having trouble admitting it to himself. He needs to be pushed there if you know what I mean Brian.'
'Yea Mike, I know what you mean. I spotted that about him the minute he came into the store. I love this kind don't you? Pushing them, knowing it so hard for them but they do it anyway,' he laughs softly. 'So are you really sending him over here tonight?'
'The little bitch better show up or he and I have issues and he wouldn't be very happy about what I would do to prove a point. Guys like this must learn it's not important what they think.'
'My guess is he scared to death of being exposed. Is that the way it is Mike?'
'Exactly, and that makes everything so easy when dealing with guys like this. They will publicly humiliate themselves so that people don't find out what a fag they are. Bitches don't want others to think they are a fag and what does he do, he goes out and let men see him behave like a total fag. Crazy isn't it and they don't even realize it. By the way this fag's name is Steve but I want you to call him Steffi when he shows up. That work for you?'
'For sure, can't wait. I could see how hard it was for him last night. He did admit to me that he sucked three cocks. I would have like to have seen that,' laughing.
'Yea, it was great. He didn't want to do it but once he was on a cock it would have been hard to pull him off. The fag loves a cock in his mouth. Anyway, when he comes over tonight, I told him since he tried to act like a man in the bookstore last night that tonight he had to be a sissy fag when he comes over to see you. I told him that he would be expected to sound like a sissy fag and act like one. I also told him that he had to tell you about how much he wanted to be a sissy fag for you. Make sure you draw that out of him. Make him admit it to you out at the counter. Let's put him through it Brian, test him. That ok with you? I know you like sissy boys too.'
'I'm going to enjoy this Mike. Something about the fag when he showed up last night that really got my attention. How far can I take it?'
'First of all, no fucking him this time. I get first shot at his virgin ass. That's not to say there would be a problem with a small butt plug if he needs help learning how a sissy walks. I told him he has to try on a dress over there tonight. Dress him as fully as you want. You can put some makeup on him if you want but make sure he still looks like a man, a sissy fag man. As far as exposing him, if you want to walk him through arcade in dress, I have no problem with that. It would be good advertising. Sexually, anything goes except the fucking. I owe you, enjoy my fag.'
'I know you Mike. I know exactly how you like to have these boys treated and I'm really looking forward to this one. I have seen some of your boys when you have released them. Biggest little sluts that come in here, they will suck anyone and don't mind being fucked either. You definitely took the man out of them Mike.'
'There was no man there before Brian, they just didn't realize it or want to accept it. Amazing with a little time with a strap or paddle will help them understand. Time spent with a cock in their mouth is also needed.'
'Hey Brian, I told him he had to wear a dress home tonight. Let him believe that but when you finish with him don't make him wear it,' I tell him laughing. 'That is unless he begs to wear it home.'
Thinking to myself that I will have to make sure he begs to do just that. I can imagine him walking out of here all dressed now. I have to reach down and adjust myself. I wonder what he looks like with tears running down his face, cute I bet. Got to stop thinking about him or won't be able to save a big load for him later. 'Got you Mike. I really appreciate this. I guess you noticed the way I looked at him last night. I owe you for this buddy.'
'No problem, will talk to you tomorrow to see how he did. Enjoy.' The phone call ends.
I'm still home trying to settle down. Should I give myself an enema? Really don't want to, hate them but what if he wants to play with my ass? I decide I'm not going to do it, I think he just wants me to suck him and anyway, maybe that might keep him away. The phone rings.
'Hello.'
'Is this Steffi?'
'I think you have the wrong number.'
'I don't think so faggot.'
I realize who it is now. 'Hello Sir.'
'You will answer to Steffi now, Steve sounds way to masculine for you,' I hear you tell me.
'Yes Sir I understand.' It really doesn't seem that big of deal.
'Tell me where you are going tonight Steffi.'
'I'm going to the bookstore Sir.'
'Why are you going there Steffi?'
'Because you told me to Sir.'
'Don't lie to me Steffi, why are you going there?'
'I'm going there to meet the clerk there Sir.'
'That's your excuse. Tell me why you are going there. There is only one reason guys like you go to places like that. Tell me.'
I know what he wants me to say. Is he right? No, he's making me go there but if I tell him that he might get mad at me. 'I'm going there to suck cock Sir.'
'Why do you have so much trouble admitting the truth boy? I can see we need to spend some serious time together to adjust your thinking.'
I know what he means. He's going to punish me, probably hard. Why do I keep disappointing him? I know I have to try harder to please him. 'I'm sorry Sir, I really am trying.'
'Well boy, you need to start trying harder then because I'm not at all happy with you right now. I better not get a bad report on you from Brian at the bookstore. Do you fucking understand faggot?'
'Yes Sir, I will try harder.' Damn, he has me near tears over the phone.