Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 14:52:42 -0800 From: Lee Inla Subject: My not very straight experiences Chapter 7 gay authoritarian Jonathan gestures to the others and they all move to the adjacent room. I can still see them but can't hear what they're saying as I'm still feeling terrible for ruining the modeling session again. Their gaze occasionally drifts in my direction and I feel so naked here, much more than just being naked! As I stand here in just a cock ring, with a collar and leash around my neck, and my hole still throbbing from being fucked by the dildo. Jonathan and Brandon briefly move out of sight before returning and the group walking back to me. He grabs my cock and takes off the posing strap and puts a different one on me. "Good. Well we can tell you tried very hard and made good progress at the final portion of the training that you can build upon. But you did sidetrack the situation getting everyone horny and making them all need to cum. I told the others I thought you'd feel obligated to make it up to everyone next week, even though your fellow models assignment is a bit more erotic as well next week. You do feel obligated though for causing this don't you Lee" I truly do feel I've caused the session to go sideways hearing all their comments and I do feel terrible since they've been so patient trying to train me. "Yes Sir" my head bows a bit unconsciously "... and you promise to make it up next week however Marco and David need?" Without fully digesting the comment "Yes of course Sir" "If you continue to make progress, I may introduce you to a gorgeous female erotic artist friend, but only if you continue to improve. You understand you need more training, and will follow the training instructions Lee?" At the mention of getting to model for a female artist I am laser focused on that part of what he said, not even listening to the remainder of his comment. I eagerly agree "Yes Of course Sir thank you!" "Good then it's settled" And I'm relieved I can make up for making the session sexualized and do a better job next week. "Put this on" he directs and hands me a jock strap that is made of a mesh. As I put it on he unclasps the leash from my neck and then reaches between my legs adjusting the jock strap and I hear a click as the leash is now tethered just below my balls to the lower portion of the posing strap that wraps my cock and balls. "This too". And hands me a tank top. It's a matching mesh. I pull it over my arms and down as far as it goes. The bottom extends to just below the top of my ass. I see myself in a mirror 10 feet away and the mesh appears to be more solid than it truly is. When I look down I can see my nipples poking through the mesh. Jonathan looks to Brandon "Let's get Lee out of here before he causes your dinner party to go sideways as well" Brandon nods as I feel the leash tug at my balls, guiding me through the house, past the other men. As overwhelmed as this has all been I am looking forward to going home, and having a moment to think about my situation. My emotions are still so mixed together with thrill and humiliation. As my mind is running in this direction I notice the door opening in front of me, the leash is urging me toward and realize this is the front door and before I can even think I'm outside and hear the door close and lock behind me. As I'm still absorbing this information, and looking around nervously knowing neighbors might see me, the leash keeps tugging and there's no choice but to follow. As I complete my survey, spinning my head in each direction worried about neighbors seeing me, I hear a click noise and realize it's the sound of the gate unlatching, opening and before I can breathe I hear the gate close and lock behind me and look back in desperation. Yet again my mind is spinning as we pass my car and there is no pause in the tension on my cock and balls propelling me forward. I'm a little lost at the moment, looking around hoping I'm not being spotted by neighbors. Jonathan continues onward as if he's casually taking his dog for a walk... as opposed to a nearly nude straight man with a leash attached to a collar around his cock! With all this distraction, it takes me a moment to get oriented before i notice the direction Jonathan is leading me, seems to be toward a very busy street a few hundred yards away. I then notice lots of pedestrians crossing the intersection, and realize suddenly, I'm going north and that is Santa Monica Boulevard, in the middle of the gay nightlife heart of West Hollywood! Lined with packed bars, patios, and pedestrians everywhere!! I rationalize he cannot be taking me there, not possible for someone to be so minimally dressed... and leashed... and be brought to one of the busiest pedestrain areas in Los Angeles!! He must be taking me to his car which must be parked right here... maybe the next... definitely this one.... Yet we continue onward and he must notice my hesitate as he tugs a little more firmly making me hurry. I see others notice me and some nudge another and point and whisper, someone else giggles as they look at me, others smile and look at me like the men earlier when they were masturbating. The leash tugs again propelling me around the corner into the flow of dozens of pedestrians. My head bowed out of humiliation but it's still impossible not to notice the dozens passing me at any moment. Many are obviously surprised seeing me in such a state. Some stop and watch me pass, others smile, some make comments. My attention is on the large packed patio we are approaching and I speed up hoping to hurry past. Seeing the patio dwellers seeing me approach it appears like a wave in a stadium, the whispers, pointing and a then claps and whistles. Im a bit flattered by this but I'm oddly relieved as we reach the patio knowing soon I won't be seeing them see me once we've passed. Jonathan unexpectedly stops at aTesla model S and wraps my leash around it like a cowboy tethering a horse to a hitching post in an old western as he moseys into the saloon. Jonathan looks to me "Be sure to look appealing for your audience, I'll be asking for a report and if it's not good that may change my plans for you... I'll be back soon". As he then actually moseys into the saloon!!! I'm desperately trying to hold the shirt down as I am positioned with my left side facing the patio but I know half of my ass is still exposed. "Don't be shy, show us that ass". "Cmon now don't be a tease, if your Master left you like that he must want to show you off" "Hmmm might need to give you a poor report card" At that I blush realizing that's what Jonathan meant by a report, the men seeing me. I blush as I let go of the shirt tail and feel it slide to the top of my ass. I hear random chatter but catch "Nice, you've been doing your squats!" And "bend over and touch your toes!" Some of it is flattering and even a little bit of a turn on, but I still can't believe I'm in this situation. I'm terrified of getting into trouble being so barely covered and more so knowing the jock strap is pretty see through since it's mesh. Yet I also know if I don't please the crowd I'll get a poor report and that may make the rest of whatever Jonathan has planned more intensive. I'm already bending over before I even realize it. "That is one fine ass, Lucky master" Someone passing unexpectedly slaps my ass as they walk past and i yelp a bit from the sting and the surprise but I remain bent over. I'm a bit dumbfounded as I'm obviously getting attention for being in this state but somehow it doesn't seem those around are utterly shocked like I would imagine would happen in most locations. I am groped a couple of times by others passing and someone pulls on the strap of the jock between my legs and let's it snap back against my bare skin leaving a significant sting. I take that as my cue to stand back up "Looking hot, Come sit on my lap". "Show us what's inside that pouch!" "Nice arms, let's see those pecs!" I look around and those passing, terrified I might see someone I know, that I might get into trouble, and yet also a little flattered and even thrilled and a touch turned on. What am I thinking! I'm in front of dozens of drunk gay men on a public street in the middle of the city as a dozen walk past me every minute! Without awareness I've already turned toward them knowing I'm required to and I hope dearly this will satisfy them. A few closest on the patio begin whispering to eachother and giggling and one says "nice cock!" And I remember again the jock is mesh and those close can probably tell and literally see my cock. "Lift up the shirt" I slowly lift it exposing my lower abs that I've been working very hard on. "More!" I obey and lift it more slowly revealing my middle abs "All the way boy!" I can't believe I'm following these directions from these random men and remember I'm on a public street! But inexplicably I continue lifting it above my pecs thinking this is as far as required now showing them my body from neck down. A few pedestrians have stopped and are also watching, like I'm a busker on the Santa Monica promenade. "Take it off!" "Yeah do it" I obey again inexplicably, lifting the shirt over my head and off, leaving me in just a tiny jockstrap pouch made of mesh. One of the pedestrians watching asks the others. "Is that a cock ring I see around his cock and is the leash attached to it, or is it just me". I blush deeply as they all scrutinize my cock and discuss if it's a cock ring. "Get naked!" Now I know that would be too far, this is already bad enough! I don't know what to do now because this may result in poor grades to Jonathan but this I can't do. I'm incredibly relieved when Jonathan appears in the crowd of the patio and walks toward me. "Well done, you got very good grades. I asked 5 and 3 said they'd love to have you suck their cocks then fuck you and two want to blow you. One couple requested all of those at once!" His smile spreads wide as he laughs I know I'm blushing yet again and feel incredibly embarrassed again! But also feel sexy and a little turned on so many seemed to want to see me shown off and even desire me. "Well stop prancing around nude begging for attention, put on your shirt and let's go". As he untethers me from the car and rounds to the drivers side. Hearing the click of the unlock I am incredibly relieved to be getting off the street and to have the night over finally! Relief floods me as we drive off. As we leave the curb I can tell several are still talking about me as they watch us pull off. "You looked hot in several of the photos I saw! And one of the videos caught you from upright to fully bent over, well done! I wonder if those will go viral?!" This hadn't even crossed my mind! I was so embarrassed I was trying to avert my eyes from the crowd! Shame floods me again realizing there may be photos and video of me circulating between gay men even now! The realization hits me hard, both out of sheer shame, but also shockingly with thrill that they may have thought I looked hot enough to want to share with others. This drives my shame to the highest peak knowing I am turned on by it too! As the car drives east I'm grateful to be going home. I sit silently reliving the day and finding so much thrill in so much shame and find myself so incredibly overwhelming conflicted. We drive for some time as I'm in a mental cloud when Jonathan get my attention and points to a truck that's next to us at a light. "Roll down your window Lee don't be rude". I look to my right to see a man with his head out the window of his tall truck gesturing to me and I blush as I also follow the instructions and roll down the window. "Nice collar, is he your boy" "At the moment" Jonathan replies "So if you told him to take his shirt off and show me his chest?" "He has to take directions from any gay man wishing to view him, so feel free". "Wow! Ok lose the shirt boy" I look at Jonathan pleadingly and he doesn't even look at me and I know it's required so I take my shirt off. I notice his truck is so tall and he's so close he can easily see down to my lap. "Damn, he looks good! What's the leather thing between your legs? Lose the undies boy!" I really really don't want to have to do this but know it's required and I find myself already removing the jock "A leash to your balls! That is amazing! I need to get one of those and a sexy toy like you!" The light turns green and Jonathan drives off and I see my window closing. "Very sexy Lee, and a little slutty. We will keep you like this as we drive" I am terrified the same guy will pull next to us again, or worse someone new in a tall truck finding me unexpectedly nude in their view! Every time we stop I tense up until I know it's a car or shorter truck. Several seem to notice I'm shirtless but at least they don't seem to be too shocked since it's a warm night and they can't (I hope) know I'm sitting here naked. It's around then that I remember I have no phone, no keys, no wallet and no clothes! How am I going to get to my apartment without being seen and how will I get inside! I'm hoping I left a window open but can't remember!! Deeply thinking about how to handle that, it takes me a moment to realize we've already passed the turn to my home, .... Oh shit and Jonathan doesn't even know where I live!! I realize I am going someplace else and have no idea where! But I have zero choice but to go unless I want to be dropped off naked in the middle of LA! We continue east and I realize we're approaching silverlake and it hits me we're not far from the gay leather shop I was required to go try jock straps and thongs on to `earn' another chance to pose for them men. To `earn' the posing I just finished shortly ago!! I desperately want to ask where we are going but I already know the answer.... I am going where Jonathan decides to take me. As this thought cements in my mind he pulls to a stop in a commercial area. I don't see anyone on the sidewalks except across the street. Jonathan hops out of the car and says "put on your clothes and let's go" as he exits the car and hurries across the street to the group surrounding the door and chats with them. They all glance in my direction and he says something and there are laughs all around and he disappears inside. The men outside look like they are all dressed in leather clothing of various types. They could all be models for that leather shop I was sent to. Pants, harnesses, tight sheer t's, leather wrist bands, and wow chaps. I know if I stay here too long, the car will lock itself and set the security alarm and go off at my presence. This sets me into action to get my `clothes' on and I realize I have no choice but to go inside. Staying in the car isn't possible as I'd keep setting the alarm off and eventually the police would come and find me `dressed' like this! I look around surveying the scene and as clandestinely as possible I slip out of the car. Shielding myself from view I tilt here is a gap in traffic and then I hurry across the street pulling the short tail down as much as possible. I can't believe I am absolutely relieved not to be seen and to be at the entrance to some sort of I am guessing gay bar. The gay bars for friends birthdays that I'd been to in the past definitely didn't have anyone dressed like this. "ID" simply he says My jaw drops in terror knowing I have no ID and I am now locked out of the car, and apparently am not allowed inside without ID! I hear giggles around me as my face is obviously telegraphing my thoughts. "Hmm no ID? Are you over 21?" "Yes I am" "Hmmm well out of pity I will let you in but you need to leave me collateral for the $5 cover and so you don't cause trouble. What can you give me?" I know I must be giving a blank panicked and dumbfounded stare, without words expressing I know I can't give the leash or cock ring, no way the jock as minimal as it is, and that just leaves the tank top. "Give me your tank top as collateral and I'll let you in. If you cause trouble though, you'll be ejected and it wont be returned, so you best be good in there..... and bring me $5 before you leave to get this back." I feel the tank top fabric slide to the edges of my shoulders and then fall down my arms with my arms at my sides, it continues to fall off and to the ground at my ankles. I'm taken aback a minute wondering how did I do that and then realize one of the men behind me must have slid the fabric off my shoulders effectively stripping me in front of the others. I feel nearly high from all the emotions and sensations running through my head. Before I realize it I am already inside and it is very busy! As soon as I walk in, several men notice me and ping and talk to each other and somehow I get the sense that I am fresh meat. I do not see Jonathan anyplace and I'm a bit panicked inside as I see I am one of the few so barely clad and not to toot my own horn but I also realize I am a bit more fit than most of them except for one or two very very thin small guys. My mind races as I realize I have no idea where I am but I choice but to find Jonathan who must be someplace in this crowd... I hope