Usual disclaimers. For adults only. I am over the legal age. Cannot be copied or reproduced without permission
I had been chatting with this dominant online off and on for a few weeks. He seemed hot and interesting enough but seemed to always want to push things just beyond what I was comfortable with, but I loved that of course. He knew I loved and craved humiliation and verbal. One day online his message appeared..
Hey faggot?. This was his favorite name for me. What are you doing?? he asked
I replied nothing much, just surfing.
Give me your cell number faggot.?
Uh I was pretty hesitate, wasn't sure what I was getting myself into but I gave it to him. He called in about ten seconds. I answered.
Hey faggot, what you are wearing?, he asked.
I told him jeans, t shirt, boxers, no shoes or socks.
He had me remove the jeans put on a pair of shorts and then told me to head out to my car, we were going for a drive. I did what he told me, breathing a little rapid, cock mostly hard. Changed into the shorts and got in the car.
Find a grocery store faggot.?
I drove to a large grocery store parked in the big lot, him still on the phone with me.
Take off your shorts faggot, leave the boxers on.?
I did what I was told. He then said, ?Head in to the store boy.?
I protested some that I was only wearing boxers and a t shirt but he insisted.. I got out of the
car and headed to the front door thinking he would call it off and have me return to the car but he didn't. There were two security guards at the front of the store just inside the door. I told the Master on the phone there were two security people there and they probably weren't going to let me in the store with no shoes or socks.
He ordered me on in saying, ?go on in faggot, let me hear them throw you out?.
Well turns out they didn't, they just let me in. Master on phone tells me to go buy a marker pen. I look all over for them, can't find them, and nervous as hell ask a clerk where they are. They tell me some aisle number and I go there find them pick one up and head for the cashier. Master on phone tells me to call myself a faggot loud enough so he can hear me clearly.
I do, and look around to see who else heard, maybe no one but wasn't sure.
I buy the marker pen and head outside, he orders me to stop on the sidewalk and take off my shirt. So now I am standing in nothing but my boxer shorts holding my shirt and a bag from the store with the marker in it.
He tells me to write FAG across my chest in big black letters with the marker pen and then got to my car with my shirt off. I had gone this far and this was the end so I got the marker out of the bag, wrote the letters, then proceeded across the lot to my car, thinking to myself why didn't I park closer?