Forced to Wear Womens Underwear and Give a Blowjob: A Dark Descent into Masculinity I knew I shouldn't get in his car. But I was desperate. If he outed me, if he told anyone about what he saw...So I stepped closer to the white Honda and could see his stern expression laid out across his face. But in the corner of his lip I almost saw a smirk. I opened the door of the passenger side, and stepped in, sitting down next to him. I looked straight ahead through the windshield at my home, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Jeans? Different wardrobe choice since the last time I saw you." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. What could I say? He was right. The last time he saw me I was in my living room rubbing my cock through a pair of crimson red lace panties. I wish I heard him walk up the steps, open the door. stpe inside. I had no warning until I looked up breathing heavy, hand covered in cum, with him staring back at me with an evil grin. "I'll leave you be, for now." and he left back out the door. I was horrified. My parents bizarre, creepy friend Jack saw me in the worst possible scenario. He texted me a few hours later. He told me if I wanted my secret kept I'll take a drive with him the next day. I had no choice. Now, here I was driving to god knows where, not a single word spoken other than his statement about my fashion choice. He just did that so I knew he was in charge that was clear. I swallowed hard letting out a quiet sign. I hated the unknown. …the next moment changed everything
