Down the Path Part 2

I can't believe he keeps calling me boy, I know I'm older than he is but I don't say anything. I hand him a $5. 'Can I have some tokens?'

'That won't be enough, give me $10.'

What's with this guy? I take back the $5 and get a $10 out of my wallet, 'Ok here.' He leans over looking at me.

'I like boys who do what they are told,' he says as he places the tokens in my hand, his fingers stroking my palm lightly.

Embarrassed , can feel my face getting red as I turn and walk back towards the booths.

'Have fun sweetie.'

Fuck, how can he say that? Do I really come across like that? There was no doubt that guy thought I was a fag and must think I'm submissive. I can't believe he thought it was alright to talk to me like that. Why didn't I say something? I just stood there and took it.

I round the corner into the booth area and see you leaning against a wall in the back. I walk back to you. 'Can we talk about this Sir?'

'No.' He grabs my arm around the bicep and leads me over to a larger booth, pushes me inside then follows me in, locking the door behind us.

'Sir?"

He just looks at me. 'Shut the fuck up, take off your shirt.'

'Please Sir. Please don't make me do this in public.'

'If you aren't down to your panties in 30 seconds, I will strip you and lead you around the booths in just your panties, is that what you want faggot or are you going to do as told.'

I look at him and know he isn't kidding. I pull my shirt off and slide my shorts down and off, in just panties and sandals. Feel so exposed, what if the cops show up? Feeling a little panic setting in as you turns me toward one of the walls. I see it, a large glory hole.

'You seem to be having trouble accepting the fact you are a fag, maybe this will help. You don't want to disappoint me, do you boy?'

'No Sir, I don't but I could get in trouble doing this.'

'Then you better hope it doesn't take you to long to suck three cocks then boy.'

'Sir, please don't make me do this, please.