Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2016 17:54:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robin Buckman <pink_pantyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught in the toilet (TG)

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?