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“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 it’s 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 Escort Bayan fancy other men, although I do realise this fantasy is a little ambiguous.

Anyway, that’s 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.

“That’s a good idea,” the man in front of me smiled and added “why don’t you try it?”

I tried to appear nervous Bayan Escort 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 Escort 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 that’s 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.

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