Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: babydick@aol.com (Babydick)
Subject: Humiliation at the Crowbar: (fm dom, mm, piss)
Date: 25 May 1994 11:38:06 -0400

		      Humiliation at the Crowbar

	I walked into The Crowbar dressed in a black miniskirt and
black tights. It was cold out and I could feel the wind blowing up my
skirt. As I entered the bar I saw women checking me out and realizing
I was a guy dressed in woman's clothes.

	I saw one very beautiful blonde giggle and point me out to her
friends. "Look at that faggot," I heard her say.

	I stood by the bar and lit a cigarette when she walked up to
me with a couple of her friends.

	"Why are you dressed that way," she asked me. "What kind of
man would wear those clothes. You must have a very tiny cock, so you
think you have to dress like a girl."

	Before I knew it, she had snaked her hand under my skirt and
ran her hand over my crotch. "Oh my god," she said out loud. "he
doesn't have a cock. There's nothing there."

	She couldn't feel my cock because it was soft and pressed in
by the pantyhose I was wearing. My little cock was nowhere to be seen
or felt.

	Her friends laughed when she said this because she was so
surprised that she practically shouted it.

	The bar was crowded, packed with lots of young, good looking
people and the music was loud, so only the people immediately around
us could hear her. The bartender pretended not to hear, but I could
tell he did.

	"You think you look like a woman?" the blond then asked me.
"You don't. You just look like a pervert in women's clothing." Then
she and her friends walked away, leaving me at the bar.

	As I looked around, I saw hot bodies everywhere. Women were up
on platforms dancing in tight blue jeans and halter tops. There were
dark muscular guys moving around the dance floor flirting with
beautiful young women in tight skirts and high heels. All around me
people were making connections, guys were whispering in the ears of
women; women were rubbing there hands on the guys as they talked.
Only I was alone, alone and exposed for what I was, a man who was so
horny, so hard up and so desperate that he resorted to wearing women's
clothes and makeup.

	After drinking a beer, a realized I had to go to the bathroom.
I hesitated about which one to use, but decided I would be less
obtrusive in the women's room. There was an attendant in the room when
I walked in, but I lowered my head, and she didn't say anything. I
snuck a glance at her, however, and saw that she was checking me out.
She knew I was a guy, but didn't want to be bothered saying anything.

	The only stall available was the handicapped one. I entered it
and closed the door, but saw that the lock wasn't working. Still the
door managed to stay shut, so I lowered my pantyhose and panties and
sat down to pee. Just as I was starting to relieve myself, the door
opened, and the blond from the bar appeared in the stall, catching me
totally exposed with my pantyhose around my ankles and my fingers on
my dick pointing it downward.

	"You fucking faggot," she said. "How dare you come into the
women's room."

	I tried to cover my cock with one hand while I reached for my
panties with the other but she stopped me.

	"Leave your panties where they are or I'll scream and call the
cops," she said. "I'll say you pulled me in here and tried to rape me,
and you know they'll believe me when they see you dressed like this."
Not knowing what to say, I was silent. I managed to cover my cock with
one hand, but then she told me to remove it.

	"I want to see that baby cock of yours, " she said. "Let me
see how small it is."

	I slowly removed my hand and let it drop by my side.

	"God that's pathetic," she said. "Do you realize what a
pathetic little cock you have? My boyfriend's dick is four times the
size of yours. You wouldn't catch him wearing women's clothes, not
with a cock like his."

	She paused for a moment. "With a dick your size, I can almost
understand why your acting like a woman."

	Then suddenly her faced changed from thoughtful to angry. She
had noticed that my cock was starting to get hard. I couldn't help it,
being exposes as I was to this beautiful girl.

	"You pig," she said and then spit in my face. "You think this
is exciting huh. Oh, am I going to teach you a lesson. Don't you dare
wipe that spit off your face; leave it there", she ordered.

	"I'm sorry, I said, "I couldn't help myself. If you'll just
let me go... "

	"Couldn't help yourself. Oh you won't be able to help yourself
alright. Close your eyes."

	"Why?" I asked.

	Close your eyes, she shouted and then slapped by face. I did
as I was told, and suddenly, I felt metal closing around my ankles.
She had handcuffed my legs together.

	I opened my eyes and asked her what she was doing.

	"Shut up," she said. "or you'll be wearing some real
handcuffs, when I call the police. Put out your hands, and grab those
arm bars." I reached my hands out on both sides of me and grasped the
support bars on the handicapped stall.

	The blonde reached up and removed a scarf that was tying her
hair back and took off another scarf around her neck.

	I didn't quite know what she had in mind, but I was getting
very excited, I had developed a raging hard on. She straddled my lap
and pressed her stomach into my face as she began tying my hands to
the support bars.

	Just as she was finishing, the door opened again, and another
women almost walked in.

	"Oh my god, I'm sorry she said, and started to back out, when
the blonde stopped her.

	"No, no come on in."

	Before the girl could refuse the blond pulled her into the
stall. She had brown hair and was attractive although she was just a
little bit chunky in the short one-piece outfit, she was wearing.

	"What's going on in here?" she asked.

	"This pervert tried to sneak in here wearing women's clothes
so he could watch us in the bathroom. So I'm teaching him a lesson."

	"Hey look," she said. "I don't know what you guys are up to,
but I've got to go to the bathroom."

	She started to leave when the blond stopped her and whispered
something in her ear.

	"Really? Oh I don't know if I can do that. He did what?
Really? Well then he deserves what he gets. I'll do it."

	Suddenly the brunette reached under her skirt and pulled off
her panties. Then she straddled my lap, standing over me like the
blond had done before. Was she going to fuck me? I needed it so bad,
my cock was so hard. It was pointed straight up towards her pussy.
She hiked up her skirt, put her hands on my shoulders and crouched a
little. My cock yearned to get fucked, when she lifted her head and
let out a little moan. I expected her to descend on top of me, and
push me deep inside her, but instead, I felt a sudden rush of hot
liquid running over my cock and legs and splashing on my stomach. She
was pissing on me. Soaking my dick in her urine. She must not have
gone to the bathroom for a while because it kept coming and coming.

	"Yeah piss on him," the blond said. "Use him like a toilet,
that's all he's good for."

	I could hear the trickle of the piss as it rolled off my cock
and into the bowl. Over the shoulder of the brunette, I could see the
blonde woman. She had her hand on her crotch, and her eyes were
riveted to the flood of piss flowing all over me.

	Small puddles of liquid formed by the side of toilet where her
piss had rolled off my legs. She was moving and squirming as she
pissed, making sure to cover my entire lap and crotch. I could smell
the odor rising from the floor beside me. Finally, the women ran out
of piss. She let a few more drops fall and then backed off of me. As
she backed away, her pussy brushed up against the head of my cock for
a brief instance. It was sopping wet, and I nearly came from the feel
of it.

	Suddenly she slapped my face.

	"He tried to fuck me the pig," she cried. "You fucking pig.
Not that you could fuck me with that tiny little cock."

	"Do you want to put that cock inside me?" she asked. "Do you?"

	"Yes I do," I whispered.

	"Oh you do huh. Well I guess I could use a good fuck. Let's
see what you can do." She straddled me again and lowered herself onto
my cock. Her pussy quickly engulfed my dick and I groaned with
pleasure.

	"Well she said. Put your cock inside me. Don't keep me
waiting." Her face was perfectly straight as she said this. "Common
babe, I know you want to, put your cock in me."

	I started to buck my hips upward thrusting into her, but she
didn't even move a muscle. Her face was expressionless. "C'mon babe, I
want to feel you inside me, can't you get it up?"

	Frustrated, I groaned, "I am inside you."

	"Oh no, you couldn't be, I don't feel a thing." Then she
reached down and touched the base of my cock and followed the shaft
with her finger until it entered her pussy.

	"Oh I guess you are inside me. Gee I couldn't even feel it
your dick is so small."

	Abruptly she stood up and my cock fell out of her. "If I'm
going to get fucked tonight, I'm going to have to find a man with a
real dick. Your's is just too small," she said, leaning over and
whispering it to me.

	The brunette left the stall, and I looked over to the corner.
The blond woman had hiked her skirt up and had her hands in her
panties, rubbing and fingering herself.

	She opened her eyes and saw me looking at her with my cock
pointed straight up into the air. For just a moment she seemed
embarrassed, but then she her face changed.

	"Take your eyes off me, faggot. You enjoyed that huh? Well
your night's just beginning and you might not be so happy when its
over." The she suddenly walked out of the stall and left me their all
alone, tied up and covered with piss.

	As the night progressed, one woman after another came into the
stall, squatted over me and pissed on me, using me as their personal
toilet. Some ignored me, seemed not to see I was even there. Just
squatted over me and pissed on my cock and lap. Other's insulted me.
Told me my cock was small, that I looked like a faggot and a pansy.

	One sat on my cock and fucked me as I remained tied and
helpless. "You fucking sissy," she said. "You fucking faggot. Fuck me
with that tiny dick. Fuck me. But don't you cum. Don't you cum or I'll
rip that little dick off."

	Then before I did cum, she climbed off my cock and stuck her
pussy in my face. "Eat my pussy faggot. Eat my pussy. I can't cum on
your little dick."

	She ground against my face and then came long and loudly,
screaming "eat my my pussy faggot, eat my pussy."

	She left my face covered and dripping with her juices.

	The whole time the blonde was no where to be seen. But I knew
where she was. She was outside the stall, directing the women in,
telling them how I got there and what to do with me.

	"We have to teach him a lesson," I heard her say. "We have to
show him what happens to little perverts like him."

	It seemed like I had been there for hours, when the blond
returned. This time she had a guy with her. He was a big, muscular
guy. He could have been a football player, and he was clearly drunk.
He stumbled into the stall.

	"Barbara, what are you doing? I gotta piss," he said.

	Then he saw me. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice my
cock.

	"Who's that ugly pig?" he said. "What's she doing all tied
up?"

	"She's just a little whore who likes to get pissed on, " the
blond said. "Go ahead."

	He swayed a little, obviously confused. But he clearly had to
go badly and eventually, he just shrugged and unzipped his pants. Then
he took out his cock. It was massive, at least 8 inches long and
thick. He pointed it towards me, dropped back his head and started to
piss.

	I felt a hard stream of hot fluid hit me. Unlike the women, he
wasn't pissing on my lap. He was pissing right on my chest and
stomach, drenching me in urine. It seemed like he would never stop.

	Then at one point, Barbara snaked up behind him and moved his
cock upward. "Piss on his face," she commanded. He did. And my face
was covered with his piss. It dripped from my eyes and my mouth and
nose and splashed in my hair.

	Then when he finally finished he shook the head in my
direction, and dried his dick in my hair.

	Barbara whispered something in his ear, and he nodded his
head. Drunkenly he moved towards me and pressed his dick against my
mouth. "Suck his dick, you slut," she said. "Suck his cock."

	I took his massive cock into my mouth and started to suck it.
Once again Barbara leaned against the stall wall and started to finger
herself. The guy must have been really horny because he came almost
right way, filling my mouth with his sperm.

	"Don't you swallow it," she said. "Don't you dare swallow it.
Hold it in you mouth."

	I tried, but there was so much of it, that the warm salty cum
started to leak out of my lips as the guy wiped his dick on my face.
Barbara came up to me and tilted my head back, so it faced the
ceiling. I squeezed my cheeks together and the cum ran out of my face
and onto my lips, chin and neck.

	"Oh I can't take it anymore," Barbara said. "John, John you
have to fuck me."

	She bent over in front of the guy whose cock was already
getting hard again. He obediently put himself inside her and started
to pump her from behind like mad.

	"Oh my god, your cock is so big," she cried. She was
whimpering and moaning. "Your cock is so hard and big. I love big
cocks like yours. Oh fuck me. Your such a stud. You can cum and fuck
me again so quickly. Oh god fuck me."

	He thrust into her hard and fast until she started to scream.
Then she arched her back and I could see him shudder as he came inside
her. He let his cock slide out of her as she remained bent over
moaning. Then he put his cock back into his pants, zipped himself up
and left the stall.

	Barbara stood up, panting. There were tears of pleasure in her
eyes, and her whole look had softened. Without saying a word, she
untied my arms and took the handcuffs off my ankles.

	Then she led me wordlessly out of the stall, and back into the
bar. The place was empty. I hadn't realized it, but I had been there
so long, the bar had closed. She must have been friends with the owner
because we were the only ones left.

	She took my hand and led me to a lounge where there was a
long, velvet couch.

	"Make love to me baby," she said. "You've been so good, so
patient. Make love to me."

	She pulled me down onto the couch and guided my cock inside
her. She kissed me passionately as she slowly moved back and forth
under her. I could feel John's warm cum in her pussy as I fucked her,
and it wasn't long before I came myself.

	"Cum, yes cum inside me," she cried. She opened her lips wide
and thrust her tongue in my mouth, licking my tongue and behind my
teeth. I groaned and collapsed on top of her.

	Afterwards, she took a clean rag from the bar and covered it
with warm soapy water.

	She removed my clothes and gently wiped me down.

	"You were so good tonight," she said. "So good."

	Then she told me that she was the owner of the bar and that
she lived in an apartment above it. She said how she had always
fantasized about dominating a man the way she had dominated me and
that I had made her very happy.

	She kissed me as we lay next to each other on the couch, and
we fell asleep in each other's arms.