Thanks for moving to authoritarian. Can it also be moved to gay authoritarian? Please include the below in the story
---- (A few of you have emailed to ask if these are situations I was actually in and if I'm actually straight, and well for photos of me in a jock strap or whatever. Yes these are 90% what actually happened with a bit of elaboration or consolidation of things that happened over a a few different experiences into a consolidated experience. I really posed for artists that ended up being a gay couple and I really did have to meet at a store in LA for the experience I'm writing about below).
As I walk out the door into the recent dusk and leave though their patio my mind is racing with thoughts. I walk through the courtyard to the gate to the sidewalk and as I'm dazed staring at the cum in my hand and unsure what to do with it. I shake most of it off but there is still a substantial amount coating my hand and chest. I see no other option and despite being along I blush deeply as I lick my palm and taste cum for the first time. The gate opens and 5 men walk in and see me. This snaps me to the reality I'm in and I realize my shirt is unbuttoned completely, my belt is unfastened and my button fly is open, and to cap it off I'm not wearing any underwear. I blush as they see me and feel relieved at least my cock isn't hanging out.
"Oh good you must be the new straight boy model, we heard they were training someone to model and now seeing you I for one am very sorry I didn't accidentally arrive an hour early." They all laugh as I blush more deeply.
I don't know what to say but the brief moment silence is even more awkward so I find myself saying "thank you"
One of the other guys says "you should really button up your fly at least before you go out to the street, and probably clean the rest of that cum off your chest".
They move to the house and I button my fly and fasten my belt and feel humiliated now being seen by 7 gay men and as I realize he's right and I use my hand and then my mouth to get as much of the cum off my chest as possible before walking out to the sidewalk.
Over the next week I find myself reliving the posing session in my head nightly, at times humiliated remembering it and vowing never to be in that situation again. Other times I find myself imagining myself in that position for the two gay men and find myself getting hard and wanting to be shown off again.
I try to find a situation posing for female artists or even a straight couple but I don't have any luck. Three weeks pass and I'm now beginning to feel desperately horny and needing to show or be shown off.
I reach out to Erin to see if she can help me find another posing session she replies "i heard you looked like a bit of a slut during your session, and seeing the still images, I could see what they were saying."
Four weeks pass and my desperation is at a peak as a text arrives from a number I don't know feeling me to arrive at place named `Rough Gear' at 2pm Saturday for a wardrobe assessment and selection. I'm not even sure who this is from. I look up the address and see this store is a large Adult Store in the center WEHO, the heart of the gay community in LA. My heart deflates as I realize this is not likely from a woman, but although hesitant at the humiliation of being in a position for a man or men yet again, my urge to be shown is thrilled and clearly wins my mind over.
"May I as who this is"
They reply "If you want to pose, arrive there at 2pm, chose 3 sexy jock straps and 3 sexy gstrings, and 3 leather neck collars and use the dressing room to strip and try them on. Wearing nothing except one jock strap or gstring and a collar. Step out of the changing room to view yourself in the mirror for a minimum of three minutes in each combination. If we like what we see we may stay and observe you modeling each. After you finish trying each on and posing in front of the mirror change back into your street clothes and head to the counter. If we appreciated anything we saw, we will meet you there and choose what to buy for you to model. "
So much to absorb. Leather neck collar?! Just jock strap or gstring in the middle of a retail store during the middle of the day!! In the heart of WEHO?! I see photos of the interior of the store on Gougle and see it's big and with many customers browsing at any given time.
I must have paused too long. Whoever this is sends "Well?... Last chance"
My urge replies before my brain has a chance "Yes"
"Arrive in workout attire, tight tank too tight shorts, smooth, chest, pubes, and ass fully shaved or waxed"
My urge again replies "Yes" as my mind was starting to formulate that I'll have to pass
"Good, be on time"
I don't even know who this is, I can't believe I said yes. I only know it's a `we'. Somehow not knowing who they are is oddly making my cock twitch.
I have no idea how to shave fully so I go to a waxing parlor Wednesday. I don't even know what to say I need done so I show her the text. She looks at me and smirks and I blush deeply as she has a knowing look and tells me to remove my clothes and lie on the table on my back and to hold my knees to my chest. Such an embarrassing position and more humiliating as I feel her apply wax to my ass and quickly much of the hair on my body is stripped leaving me feeling very naked.
As Saturday approaches I'm very nervous about being in a public place so barely covered, but simultaneously anxious to try to earn another posing gig. I didn't have tight short gym shorts, so I had to buy some and honestly didn't know what `tight' would mean so I got extra small even though I'm a medium. I bought them without even trying them on, out of embarrassment somehow thinking others would know I would be wearing them.
When I put them on an hour before leaving, I almost backed out, realizing extra small truly is extra small! If I pull them up to my hips they pull my balls up so tightly it's uncomfortable, and besides they also immediately slide up between my ass cheeks exposing at least half of my ass. I try sliding them down so they cover my ass fully but the waist is left so low, it exposes about an inch and a half of my cock shaft and know I can't walk on the street that way. So I settle for the happy medium with the waist about an inch about the my cock which left about 1/3 of the bottom of my ass exposed and the rest appearing almost painted on.
I park down the street so my car isn't seen in the parking lot of the store, and walk to the store as discretely as I can for fear of anyone I know seeing me walk in. This suddenly crosses my mind, I have many gay acquaintances through work and friends and what if one of them sees me! I realize how little of me is covered as I walk past men and many turn their heads watching me walk past.
Again I have second thoughts and resolve to trim back and abort. My urge to be shown off again overrides my thinking and I find myself inside the store. There are several customers in the store I see maybe a dozen on the first floor. There is a stair up to another level with a sign advertising `TOYs + Leather' and I see others up there as well.
As I begin shopping for jock straps and gstrings I notice more men walking by me, and several checking out the 1/3 of my exposed ass but even more not at all shy about making eye contact with my cock which was embarrassingly sculpted into the fabric in this lighting. I can make out my own cock head and realize they must too. Tight then it strikes me everyone here is male, except one woman by the check out.
I also realize I have no idea what I'm looking for and just then the female clerk approaches me and asks if I need help. She's got a very edge goth / cottage core vibe about her and is not at all phased by how I'm dressed or what I'm shopping for.
So I admit, "I need to try on a few jock straps and gstrings and a leather collar".
She replies "ah yes I was wondering if you might be the straight guy needing help to find attire for an art project or something posing as a sub?"
I'm oddly relieved and humiliated as she leads me along the aisle and chooses a few jockstraps. She says "Let's try these, go put one on". and leads me to a changing room.
The changing room door is right there at the edge of the retail floor and the bottom of the door has to be close to ass high and the top maybe the height of my chest. I realize the mirror is right out in the middle of the main level clearly in view from everywhere. I've noticed most of the men at some point or another checking me out or even doing what felt like a very close up visual drive by in the same aisle as me. I have no idea who sent me here as I go into the room and close the door, almost wondering while bother. I turn my back to the store as I strip my shirt off and then slide my shorts off and I know bending down like this my naked ass is clearly in view to any nearby. But find myself rationalizing at least they won't see my cock. Then I slide the first jock strap on and step out to the mirror.
The clerk comes over with three gstring and I'm relieved the shopping is done as I see myself in the mirror and feel embarrassed wearing something straight men do not wear and knowing how much of me is exposed to the more than a handful of men, even just in the mirror, I see 4 men, but know I'm clearly in view much more widely.
She notes, "wait aren't you also supposed to have a leather collar or something."
That hits me like a gut punch now realizing how submissive I will look in front of all these gay men but I concede
"yes"
She says "Let's get you sorted out, follow me"
"I'll put on shorts" I reply
"No need, let's go, I need to get back to the register"
And I find myself following her through the store past many more men lacking any shyness about looking at every inch of me front and rear. At this point I fully realize my ass is fully exposed and even worse almost framed by this underwear.
99% of me is screaming abort as I ascend the stairs and see another different dozenish gay men looking at leather gear and all sorts of sex toys, most I don't know what they are. I see a rack of what I think of as posing straps with a sign that says `Cock Rings'. One of the few items I even know what silt is takes up and entire wall and makes me deeply blush and she is walking me right to it and incidentally parading me past all the men who as guessed are also not one iota shy. She takes a left as I follow past the wall of dildos, of course I know what they are, but I'm deeply blushing seeing the extensive range of sizes and colors and shapes and how embarrassingly realistic many are.
She notices my glance and asks "oh, do you need a dildo too"
"No uh definitely no". I reply
She says "up to you" and there in front of me is a display of leather collars. She holds several up to me as I can see in the men milling around behind me in the mirror watching my bare ass and the scene of the rather cute goth woman holding collars a sub would wear to my neck and commenting on it being complimentary to me.
She decides on 3 and then gets runs off to the register to help a customer, leaving me to do the walk of shame back through the store wearing the collar she just put onto me and the jock strap, now effectively parading myself in front of all the leering men.
At this point I've reached peak humiliation and begin to in some way feel that odd feeling of sexiness, being basically fucked by all these eyes. And humiliatingly I feel my cock becoming semi hard as if the jock strap wasn't small enough already.
I pass by all the men, now feeling actually kind of sexy, but terrified my semi hardon will turn full hardon and not fit in the pouch. Reaching the mirror I pose looking at myself in various ways for 4 minutes, timed in my phone to ensure I've complied. At this point I've acquiesced to all these men seeing me and taking their turn lingering closely as they fully sculpt me in their mind.
The second jock strap is the same but a different color. I model it for myself in front of the mirror and begging to recognize the faces as repeat viewers. Embarrassingly I'm already aware of a few of the men's preference to see my ass or the pouch and I can't believe I am doing it but I know I'm trying to give them the show that particular man wants. I realize I'm enjoying this as much as I am embarrassed.
The third jock strap surprises me I pair it with the second collar. It's some odd mesh that has 1/4 inch square holes separate by a grid of 1/4 inch fabric and I suddenly regret letting her pick these without even looking at them. I return to the mirror and I can now clearly make out my cock. All the while, different men seem to sort of take turns very slowly passing me often quite closely. I can't believe I'm doing this but still somehow I am turning a posing various ways pretending to be trying to see if I like them.
The first gstring I pull out is shockingly small and with a semi hardon, it doesn't even fully cover me and of course my ass looks even more naked. Again I pose and again I have men cruising past me. One even says "good choice for that booty" as he walks past. I blush and truly am embarrassed though I am flattered and a little turned on knowing they must like what they see.
Putting the 2nd gstring, the pouch is even more tiny and in the process of getting as much of my cock in there as I can I get a little more than semi hard which defeats the purpose. I'm now wearing the third collar. When first arriving I was nervous about doing this in public. Now that has turning to embarrassment of showing like this for by now probably a dozen gay men. It suddenly hits me and I now feel kind of extra naked realizing they all know I'm putting on a show for them, and most don't know why I'm doing it and must think I'm intentionally doing this to get off. By this point being shown off for all these eyes, the embarrassment has been superseded by the attention and flattery and I am actually a bit turned on by it. I'd previously enjoyed CMNF porn and realize this is basically the same thing except CMNM. I begin my 3 minutes minimum of posing and as I see myself in the mirror I see I'm not quite fully hard but I'm pretty hard and a good bit of my cock is showing and the way the fabric is rubbing me slowly my cock emerges more until I'm fully hard now trying not to make eye contact. But my curiosity and the thrill of already being a sexualized object makes it irresistible and I look up and see several men checking me out without any shyness. I obviously look like I am looking for their attention and with a now hard cock they must think I am enjoying all their eyes on me. I look around the store and I turn to "check out how the thong looks" on my ass in the mirror as im required to and I know I blush because many of the men can now see my hard cock facing them as opposed to seeing that in the mirror. As I'm wrapping up my minimum time posing, I've clocked a bit over 4 minutes and as I turn to go back to the changing room I feel a hand grope my ass as a guy walks by. I blushed deeply as many saw and look in his direction but he continues to walk away and leave the store.
The third gstring like the third jock strap is a shockingly minimal mesh that I can fit the majority of my hard cock into, but I might as well basically be naked. As I'm posing in this one in front of the mirror with my hard cock I'm basically naked for all these staring eyes. I've counted at least 12 different men having seen me from relatively close at maybe 10 feet away or less. Several have done walk by visual gropings immediately behind me making me have to shift toward the mirror as they passed leaving barely any space between them with one previous guy having groped my ass. Two guys are coming to the end of the aisle next to the mirrror and I shift forward to allow them to pass but they stop and one asks "for a party?" Not expecting this I don't know what he means and thinks he's asking if I'm looking for a hookup since I'm obviously turned on. I don't reply and probably look confused. He laughs a little and points to the thong and says "the thong is it for a party, we think this is the best one so far and makes you look the hottest, you should get it."
I reply "thanks I appreciate that". I'm dying of embarrassment, somehow speaking with these guys made the previously distant feeling experience very very real and right now again as I realize I'm standing here basically naked with a throbbing hard cock as they are commenting on my naked body.
They offer "you'd also look great in that second jock strap and collar at the Eagle on underwear night, you should come and look for us. Though it would be a shame to hide that cock from view but I'm sure we could find spots to let you free and.... Happy"
I blush and they notice and I don't quite know how to respond to having been invited to an underwear night at some sort of gay club by a couple of gay guys who want to see me there wearing a collar. "Thanks that's nice of you"
"Think about it, you'd enjoy yourself" and they walk off
I finish my posing and change back into street clothes and as I exit the dressing room the 7 or 8 of those that were watching dorm close up regularly are staring toward me as I open the door. When they see I'm in street clothes they look deflated and begin to wander off.
I still have no idea who even had me come here to do this and walk toward the register. As I round the aisle to it I see Brian appear.
"Hi Lee, you followed instructions well, showing improvement. Buy the mesh jockstrap and the second collar. Tomorrow at 1pm, arrive at our place with your new outfit and walk around to the back patio. Strip off all of your clothing there and put on the jock strap and collar and then wait until we ask you in. We bought you this posing strap, put it on as well. Ok?"
"Yes ok"
"Yes ok what Lee?"
"Yes Brian thank you"
"Good boy, y or can jerk off but you're not allowed to cum before posing" slaps me on the ass firmly and walks off out of the store.
I reach the clerk and she asks "did you decide on one" I hand her the mesh jock strap the second collar and I can't believe I'm but it but I also hand her the mesh gstring.
She begins ringing me up "you're not very shy are you?"
I just blush and buy my things and say "thank you for helping"
She laughs "you made things very entertaining today, thank you for the change of pace! Though I think you left more than a few of these guys with blue balls"
I blush and walk out, my mind in a fog from the overwhelming sense of all that happened and of course dying to get home to jerk off but doing that without cumming would basically be torture but doubt I'll be able to resist.