Mindfucked into Desperation: Part 4 (Imagining our Meeting)
Finally I get to meet the Alpha who mindfucked me into desperation, knowing exactly what buttons to push to break me.
After talking with the Alpha for so long, getting better acquainted through FaceTime calls and becoming so desperate for him, I finally had my wish come true. I traveled to his home town and he let me meet and serve him in person. The following are not true events, but how I imagine they might unfold in the most fun scenario.
I arrived at a cruising bar in the gayborhood on Friday at 7pm, as instructed. It was warm and cosy inside, with a mixed crowd of guys in leather and guys in suits and ties, coming straight from work. No one was naked, so I'm glad the Alpha didn't require me to strip (completely). Unfortunately though it was not so far off. I had to change into especially short pink gym shorts and my tank top that has the Greek letter beta printed on it. I left my clothes at the coat check and then went to look for the Alpha.
I found him standing with a glass of beer, talking to a few guys, a mix of leather guys and others in formal attire. We made eye-contact and he motioned for me to approach him. This was going to be an embarrassing CMNM scene (clothed man - naked man), as I was completely under-dressed compared to these men. In addition, they were mostly much taller than me.
"Hello Sir," I said as I approached him. I nodded at the other guys.
"Hello faggot," he said, establishing the hierarchy right away in front of everyone.