I left Atlanta knowing I had made a big mistake.
The whole ride home with my parents, I felt ashamed about letting Jim, a man old enough to be my father, ravish my 18-year-old male body the night before.
I was especially disturbed because I had loved it so much, being his girl and following his orders. He had called me "Wendy," the name of my ex-girlfriend, and I loved it.
I also had loved being naked for him. I loved raising my ass, spreading my legs, and feeling him enter me. And it bothered me that I came harder than I ever did with a girl as he plowed into me that night.
But now, I was going home, and it would be my secret forever. I resolved to find a new girlfriend and put the sordid events of Atlanta behind me. I would focus on swimming and high school. I was determined to be a practicing hereto-sexual.
Then a few days later at my house, the phone rang and everything changed again.
"Billy?" my mother called out. "Someone named Jim wants to speak to you."
My hand shook as I grabbed the phone in the other room. It was him, alright.
"How did you get my number?" I asked.
He laughed that deep laugh of his.
"Come on, Billy," he said. "Is that any way to talk to an old friend?"
"We have nothing to talk about," I said.
"Listen, you little slut," he hissed. "I have some photographs your parents might like to see."
I was being blackmailed by this wicked older man.
"What do you want from me?"
"Let me see you just once more, and I'll leave you alone."
He insisted on coming to my house, so I told him to be there on Saturday night when my parents were going across town to a party likely to last into the wee hours.
My parents had been gone for an hour Saturday night when the doorbell rang. I had forgotten how big and handsome Jim was. As soon as I closed the door behind him, he sneered at me and threw a big manilla envelope on the floor in front of me.
"Just in case you thought I was bluffing," he said.
I looked at the first picture. There I was, naked, sweaty, and sucking his enormous cock. Had someone else watched us from behind a camera? I slid it back in the envelope and shoved it under the couch. Jim knew he had me where he wanted me.
"Take me to your parent's bedroom," he said.
I assumed I was going up there to get fucked, but instead he started going through my mother's dresser. He pulled out a pair of pink satin bikini panties and a pair of white Flash Dance-style leg warmers. He then went to her jewelry box and found a pearl choker.
He threw the whole ensemble on the bed.
"Put these things on under your clothes," he said. "We're going out."
It seemed so degrading. But Jim had me over a barrel., so I took off my underpants, put on the leg warmers and panties under my jeans and tried to position the choker so nobody would see it when we left the house.
When I complained that I was getting tired, he handed me a couple of pills.
"Here," he said. "This is a stimulant and this blue one is, uh, a vitamin. Take these before we go."
Had I not taken those pills, in retrospect, maybe the rest of that night would have gone differently.
He drove me silently in his black car.
"Are you taking me to a hotel?" I asked.
Jim said nothing.
We ended up at a large fancy office building downtown. Jim signed in at the security desk then ushered me into an elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse floor.
"You're very popular here," he said with a low laugh. Before I could ask him what he meant, the doors opened.
The place seemed to be deserted. We walked down a marble hall with crystal chandeliers. He escorted me into the men's room.
"Take off everything but the outfit I put on the bed and leave it in the stall."
I did as he told me. How humiliating it was to be a boy clad only in panties, leg warmers and a pearl necklace. Also nasty. Naughty. Dirty. I prayed nobody would see me like this.
But I had to admit, I felt more naked dressed like this than I ever did when I was actually nude.
To make mateters worse, I felt my cock grow hard as a rock in my mother's panties as I accompanied him down the hall.
We entered a large room which I assumed was his office. To my dismay, three other middle aged men in business suits were sitting around a large desk. They all rose as I entered. I tried to turn and run, but Jim twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me forward.
"Here he is, everyone," Jim announced.
"Well well, he is a pretty boy," said the oldest man, laughing and pointing at my cock. "You're right, Jim. He does like wearing women's clothing."
"Let me go, please," I begged Jim who responded by producing a pair of handcuffs and cuffing my wrists behind my back.
"Nonsense," said Jim. "These men just want to get a look at you. They want to watch us together. And after we are done, I'll take you home."
One of the men turned off the overhead light. Now the only light in the room was the desk lamp which acted as a spotlight for the performance to come. Through the window across the room I could see the city skyline.
I began to feel really frightened as the three encircled me. Jim was a tour guide and my body was the destination.
"Check out his nice broad shoulders, his slim waist, and the sleek round globes of his bottom."
The three seemed to be getting hard as they looked me over. I felt their hands on my thighs, my chest, and, yes, my ass and my cock through my panties.
"His nipples are getting hard and his cock is getting stiff," one said. "This one is even gayer than the last boy you brought us."
I felt myself blushing and fighting back tears. I have never been more mortified.
