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Letter To Clinton Crayle free porn video
HERE ISA LETTER FROM A YOUNG MAN WHO TRIED TO FOLLOW, IN CLINTON CRAYLE'S
FOOTSTEPS!
Dear Mr. Crayle,
Ever since I became the youngest officer on the Campus Security Force,
I've been bound and determined to make a name for myself here. Of
course, I consider this job only a temporary stop on my way to becoming a
big-name Private Eye like you, but still, I wanted to do something really
spectacular as long as I was here.
That's why I assigned myself the task of catching a thief who'd been
stealing things from the Men's Locker Room in the sprawling Gymnasium
here on Campus. I figured I was a natural for the job, since I look
really young and could easily pass for a freshman, taking gym classes,
but the chief just couldn't see how valuable I'd be in a job like this
and assigned me to writing Parking Tickets while the thefts went on.
So I decided to do something about it myself. University Employees get a
break on tuition, so I signed up for a few gym classes, and spent my off-
duty time hanging out in the Locker Room, looking 'for the elusive Thief.
What I didn't know then, though, was that the Thief spotted me almost as
soon as I started! (Seems I'd written him a Parking Ticket!) and decided
on a trap to keep me out of his way!
One Friday Afternoon when I went to the showers, it seemed to me that my
liquid soap and shampoo felt a little odd. I didn't' realize until too
late that the plastic bottle of soap had been spiked with a strong
depilatory, and my shampoo bottle filled with skin-softening lotion,
gently perfumed!
About the time I realized my body hair was disappearing, I figured out
that the shampoo eased the stinging on my skin, and rubbed it in
vigorously, noticing how soft and silky it made my skin feel. But I still
wasn't expecting a trap.
Then I discovered my towel was gone!
I scampered back to the locker that contained all my clothes, keys, ID &
money, only to find that it now contained just underpants and shower
thongs!
Or that's what I thought they were! It turned out the undies were just
skimpy black leather panties, so tight they disappeared up the crack of
my ass. And they were wet, a fact whose implications didn't sink in until
they begin shrinking on me, pushing my privates up between my legs and
moving tighter and tighter between my bottom-cheeks, lifting my ass up
into a pert, rounded shape -- and I couldn't get them off!
When I put on the shower thongs, I saw they had wedge heels, but I didn't
see the tiny gel-caps full of thick clear liquid inside the soles until
I stepped into them and the capsules burst, coating my feet with Instant
Glue -- I couldn't get these shoes off either!
Looking at myself in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers, I saw a
smooth-skinned, sweet-smelling bottom-thrusting vision in high heels and
I knew at once I just couldn't call my buddies on the force looking like
this!
But what to do, then? Standing there in that ridiculous state, I realized
that the current Gym Period was about half over, and any time now, guys
would be drifting in to the Locker Room to change clothes. Guys who would
see me like this!
All of a sudden, I felt incredibly vulnerable. What was I going to do?
"Have you been hit by the Locker Room Bandit too?"
I looked around and saw a somewhat soft-looking young man smiling at me.
I'd seen him around here quite often before, and always figured he was
taking classes, though he didn't look big and threatening like most Phys
Ed. Majors.
"Boy, he sure left you in a fix!" He went on grinning as his eyes swept
up and down my smooth pink body and I blushed in embarrassment, "I don 't
have anything here you can wear, but my car's right outside the back
door, just outside this Emergency Exit, really.... If you can just dash out
there, I can get you to my place and loan you some things. But we'd
better hurry; the last class is almost over, and I don't know how some of
those jocks might react, seeing a guy looking like you in the locker
room!"
Well, Mr. Crayle, I was desperate just then to avoid the embarrassment of
being discovered and reported to my co-workers -- so desperate that just
anything sounded better!
Timidly, I followed Ray (that was his name) to one of the Emergency Exit
doors.
"Are you sure this goes out to the Parking Lot?" I asked. "This seems
like..."
"It's right here," he interrupted, "See, I even have a key to shut off
the Emergency Alarm--" He twisted it in the alarm, then cracked the door.
"Hurry now, I'll be right behind you!"
Scared, embarrassed, totally confused, I obeyed, springing through the
door as he pushed it open for me.
I heard a Slam!
All around me was shady trees, bushes, and lawn.
No Parking Lot. No waiting car.
And no Ray! I was alone out there!
Desperately, I tugged at the door. Locked! I turned and looked about,
feeling terribly naked and vulnerable in just those tight-tight leather
panties and high-heeled rubber sandals, with my skin all smooth and
hairless. I looked around again for some avenue of escape from the
hundreds of laughing eyes that I could feel all over me.
But no one had seen me yet.
It was too good to be true, but there it was: No one had happened to be
passing that way in the few seconds I was out there! Quickly I jumped
from the step, scampered among the trees and darted under some thick
bushes by the sidewalk.
Huddled there, I tried to stay perfectly motionless, hoping my pink skin
didn't show through the thick foliage while I worked to figure out what
to do next. Could I stay here until nightfall and sneak back to my
apartment? That was clear across campus, and the idea of sashaying all
that way in this condition gave me an involuntary :shiver.
"Hey! What was that?"
It was a female voice from somewhere above me, joined by another one:
"You mean what is that! Look there in the bushes!"
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
A third female voice asked, "I can't tell from here!"
"Well let's ask it!"
I felt a pointed toe nudge my bare bottom.
"Hey you, what's happening?"
Miserably, I turned my head and saw no fewer than five coeds, standing
behind me, smiling down at me there in the bushes.
"S'matter, cat got your tongue? What are you doing in there?"
"I-I-uh...." l cast about desperately for some story that would keep them
from knowing who. I really was.
"It's a guy!" one of them exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Can you believe it?"
"Is he naked in-there?" another girl strained to see.
"You don't suppose it's the thief that's been raiding the men's Locker
rooms do you, maybe we should call Security..."
"No!" I -exclaimed. "Not that! I'm not the thief! I can explain, really!
Don't call security, I can't let them see me like this!"
"Like what?" the blonde who seemed to be the leader of the group spoke
up,. "Stand up and let us get a look at you!"
"I can't," I protested, "I'm -uh- I'm not wearing much. People will see
me!"
"Not if we crowd around and block you from the sidewalk," she replied,
"but they sure will if we call Cop, which is, just what we will do if
you're not up out of those bushes in ten seconds!"
Shivering pitifully, I stood up. By now, the wet leather panties had
shrunk to the point where they were little more than a G-string,
squeezing my privates tightly between my legs in front in a narrow V--
shape and totally disappearing into the crack of my ass, lifting my
bottom up and out, prominently. My pink, hairless skin positively glowed
in a huge blush as I posed there, eyes downcast before them.
They thought it was hilarious! Waves of high-pitched giggles washed over
my burning form as they surveyed me, front and back, and ordered me to
turn about for them. "Must be a Frat Pledge," one of the girls, rather
stocky but cute, suggested.
"Must "be," a tall red-head agreed, "No guy would ever parade around like
that otherwise -- Woo-Hoo! Look at those sexy legs!"
"That's it!" This looked like my way out. "I was-was supposed to meet the
others out here, but they didn't show up!"
"Must be the Jock Frat," a slender, dark-haired girl concluded, "Only
they could be that dumb! We can go around front and tell them to pick you
up here."
She turned to go, and the idea of a bunch of big, hairy jocks finding me
like this sent a fresh wave of
apprehension through me. Quickly, I called them back, "NO! Don't! I-I
mean, that's not my Frat!"
All of a sudden, the Red-Head regarded me with fresh interest. -
"I've got it!" She looked me up and down, smiling. "I bet you're a
Lambda! Is that it?"
I had no idea what a Lambda was, but it sounded good, and the sudden
relaxed attitude all the girlsassumed was positive reinforcement.
"That's right," I nodded shyly, "I'm -uh- pledging Lambda!"
"That explains the smooth skin," one of them smiled.
"And the big butt," the stocky one giggled.
"Well," the blonde leader of the group spoke up, "we were just scouting
for another girl to help us with a Pledge-Hazing this afternoon; one of
our pledges dropped out and we need three. If you're a Lambda Pledge, I'm
sure they won't mind loaning you to us--how about it? We'll take you back
to our house and call your 'brothers'."
A way out at last! Anything seemed better than hiding in the bushes all
day, and, once I'd said.
I was a, Lambda, the girls had started acting very friendly with me. I
eagerly agreed.
Between them they managed to find enough clothing, to get me across
Campus without attracting too much attention. One of the girls was
wearing a halter top under her light blouse, so she gave me the long-
sleeved, silky garment. Another girl's top was long enough to double as a
minidress, and she volunteered her skirt. A quick makeup job completed
things....
So I walked across Campus, surrounded by five, cute girls, dressed in
skirt, blouse, rubber sandals.... and those crushingly' tight leather
panties!
Along the way I picked up enough on their comments to figure out what a
Lambda was: Lavender Lambda was the School's first official Gay
Fraternity! That explained why they found my presence so un-threatening -
- they assumed I was gay and not interested in them sexually!
And when we got to the sorority house, this misconception really paid
off. The girls treated me like a sister, parading around in various
states of undress or completely nude, having me help them with their
dresses and intimate apparel, lacing up their corsets and attaching
garter tabs to stocking tops the whole afternoon was like some wild
erotic daydream, as they painted and polished my nails, put elaborate
makeup on my face, and styled my hair.
All the while, of course, that leather G-string I wore kept my twitching
privates crammed painfully up between my legs and kept the girls from
seeing how much they were exciting me, as they leaned over me, pressing
their firm breasts against my chest or breathing softly on my neck while
they fussed with my face. My tingling flesh, rapid breathing and flushed
complexion were mistaken for signs of nervous embarrassment (which I was
feeling plenty of anyway!) rather than as evidence of the sexual turn on
this was!
Despite what happened later, those hours will stay in my memory all my
life as a prolonged erotic encounter of a totally bizarre nature. Later,
they laced me into a long, stiff corset, made of black satin covered with
pink lace, and put a pair of huge red bloomers on me, over my leather
cock-prison.
Ruff led garters, and almost a dozen petticoats, starched and rustling,
came next. A bottle of nail polish remover got the shower thongs loose
from my feet, which were quickly encased in black net stockings and heavy
red high heels. Then a full-cut fancy dress that hung off my shoulders,
showing off my flat, hairless chest instead of cleavage. False ringlets
were pinned in my curled blonde hair, arranged to trail down over my bare
shoulders.
Thus decked out like Dance Hall Gal in an old Western, I had to stand up
on a makeshift stage with two other girls, similarly attired, and dance a
wild, high-kicking Can-Can. As we danced and turned, I would occasionally
feel the point of a high-heeled shoe connect with my bloomered bottom,
and this always brought a laugh from our female audience, but I made it a
point not to kick back since I don't believe in hitting women. And I
think my restraint earned me some points from all the girls.
But as our dance ended, and I looked out over the crowd, a shock hit me:
There were three guys standing at the back of the room, two big, husky
football types and-and Ray, the effeminate fellow from the locker room!
The three of us "pledges" circulated among the sorority girls, accepting
congratulations at having passed the initiation, and I took advantage of
a chance to get close to Ray.
"What happened to you and your car?" I hissed, smiling mechanically.
"I was bringing it around," he whispered back softly, "when I saw those
girls with you. I followed you over here, then ran back to the frat
house, where they'd just called to check on you. You're lucky I convinced
the guys to go along, because everyone there knows we don't have any
pledges running around loose!"
"Some luck!" I breathed back. "What the hell am I gonna do now? I can't
go back to my apartment looking like this!" I rustled my skirts for
emphasis, and he couldn't help smiling.
"Make up to Bill over there." He nodded at one of the big, hairy jocks
who was talking to the Sorority President. "Tell him you want to get back
to the frat house, then just go along with whatever I say!"
I had my doubts about this, but really, Mr. Crayle, there didn't seem to
be any real alternative.
So I sashayed over to the hulking, muscular red-haired man and put a coy
hand on his arm.
"Well, Billy," I smiled up at him and even fluttered my eyelashes a
little! "I've had a lovely afternoon here with the girls, but it's time
to get home now."
The big guy looked confused, but suddenly Ray piped up behind me, "Sure,
Love, we'll get you out of here! Just give everyone back those lovely
things you've been wearing!"
"Delighted'" I replied. And I was delighted -- at first. Nothing seemed
better than the prospect of getting out of those confining feminine
garments, so shamefully unmasculine, and I quickly peeled out of my
gloves and dress. But then I remembered how little I was wearing
underneath my bloomers!
"C'mon," Ray prompted me, grinning at my hesitation, "give it all back!"
"Oh let him keep that stuff!" a girl protested, tugging at a pink ribbon
on my black-lace corset, "they look so pretty on him!"
"She can keep the shoes and stockings, maybe." Ray looked me up and down
and I shivered. "And the garters for sure!" He mischievously snapped one
of the lacy rings at my thighs and I jumped. "But those bloomers must go!
Why not bring him something nicer?"
The girl scampered off to her room and I reluctantly shucked off the
oversized lace-and-ribbon panties, blushing furiously as my smooth round
pratt was exposed to the company.
But that was nothing to what came next: The two big guys tied long
scarves of bright pink silk to my wrists, knotting them firmly in big
bows... and as they did so, Ray snuck up behind me and cut away the waist
and crotch of my leather briefs!
I gasped in shock and shame as they fell away and my penis, so long
cramped up in tantalizing confinement, sprang up in front of me in full,
humiliating erection!
"See how glad he is to see us?" Ray quipped, pinching my bottom. "Let's
just save this a bit!"
As I stood there, paralyzed with shame, he unsnapped one of my garters,
twisted it, and refastened it tightly about the base of my shaft, then
tied the scarves to my scrotum in a big bow!
My crotch was now a bright silk-and-lace confection of scarf, garter, and
painted fingernails, and I twisted uncomfortably, aware of my pink cock-
head peeking out from between my hands, and my equally pink blushing
bottom, totally exposed beneath the ultra-feminine corset that cramped my
waist so severely. But at last someone produced a pair of tiny peach-
colored silk panties, and I breathed a sigh of relief that my loins would
at last be covered.
Short-lived relief! For Ray suddenly stuffed them into my mouth and
secured them there with my remaining garter! I couldn't speak! Not even
as they took me roughly by the arms and hustled me out the door!
On the way out, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and wished
fervently that I hadn't! From head to toe, I was a picture of Total
Humiliation My curled hair still held the ringlets that trailed teasingly
across my, soft shoulders. Below my chest, the black lace corset nipped
in my waist and arched my back, forcing me to jut out my flat bosom and
swish my pink bottom behind me as I strutted forward in the black net
stockings and high heels. In front, my wrists, bound helplessly to my
crotch, looked almost like a bride daintily clutching a bouquet, and the
white lace garter and peach panties between my painted lips completed the
picture gallingly, my painted eyelashes wide with shock at the sight.
And in this awful condition I was being led outside! Where people could
see me! Like this!
"So did you have a nice afternoon ogling the naked girls?" Ray teased,
"How do you like being ogled yourself?"
I looked about me fearfully in the gathering darkness, afraid of being
recognized or even seen like this, but some semblance of Luck was still
with me; there were few people and none of my fellow security officers
about!
"Thought you'd have a good time pretending you were gay so they'd take
you in?" Ray continued. "Well we can show you a Good Time too, asshole!
It's perverts like you that give us a bad name. And when their hazing got
too rough, you thought we'd rescue you! If you say you're a Lambda
Pledge, we'll pledge you,--- but if you think their hazing was bad, just
wait till we get started!"
And they all began slapping my bare backside as they chased me back to
the House! Oh! I don't know which was worse: the pain of the spanking or
the shame of jiggling and mincing down the street like that! My high
heels click-clacking on the sidewalk in counterpoint to the" slap-slap!"
of hands on my bare bottom!
AS I made my way down the street like this, male and female students
smiled and laughed out loud at the silly sight I made Some of them even
treated themselves to a pinch or slap of their own!
But at last we reached the Lambda House, and it was filled with the
oddest people I've ever seen: hairy guys in leather chaps, smooth-
skinned men (like myself!) with chests that looked more like tits, guys
in silk undies, guys in cotton jock straps, guys in rough leatheri,
affectionately hugging and caressin in the living room and on the stairs.
I suddenly became the center of attention as Ray gave them all a quick
story about me pretending to be one of their pledges in order to sneak a
joke on the sorority, and a cry went up to do me up as a Pledge good and
proper!
Finally a short, balding, bearded man with a mischievous twinkle in his
eye raised his hands for Quiet.
"We'll pledge this near-Miss if you wish; but remember, the House Rule
#1: No Rape. He shall stay gagged throughout the initiation.... in
order to keep anyone from taking advantage of those sweet lips!"
"What about his tail?" a wlspy blonde fellow in black silk pajama bottoms
caressed he object of his attention, and l jumped at his touch, prompting
giggles from the crowd.
"That's off limits as well," the older man said firmly. He turned to a
youth in a leather jock strap. "Get something to protect our guest!"
"Something" turned out to be tight black rubber panties with a small
rubber knob in the seat! When they had been tugged into place on my hips,
the rubber plug just touched the rim of my anus, tickling me maddeningly.
And even worse, there was a hole in front of these, through which my male
organs extruded shamefully!
That was all they gave me to wear. They took away all the rest of my
clothes, except for the panties and garter in my mouth, then tied a leash
to my privates and led me around the house. In every room, I had to
curtsey meekly while Ray introduced me as The New Pledge and offered my
services!
And did they, ever make use of me! In the oversized shower room my right
wrist was manacled to a towel bar and a' big fluffy sponge was fastened
to my garter-gag with safety pins. I had to use the sponge to lather up
anyone who wanted me to, running my face up and down their feet, asses,
chests and other parts until they were "lathered' up" to their
satisfaction!
Then it was down to the Laundry Room, where l spent what seemed like
hours hand-washing pants, panties, jocky-shorts and other bits of male
lingerie, hanging them carefully up to dry. And when this was done, I had
to carefully clean all the rubber novelties!
Next I was taken upstairs and used as a Model in a class on cross-
dressing. As I stood, posed obediently, the instructor used my face and
body to demonstrate all the various tricks of makeup, hairstyling,
finger-and-toe-nail polish, and even temporary bust enlargement! By the
time he was through, I was sporting a pair of 38-D breasts, and the only
masculine thing on me was my embarrassingly stiff rod, still jutting out
humiliatingly in front!
It was late by now. Ray excused himself to go to the bathroom and while
he was gone, some of the others began discus sing my fate...
"Let's let him go," the balding President said, "after all, we have
plenty of snapshots of tonight's activities if we want him back again!"
"Okay," a lanky crew-cut fellow in an emerald-green evening gown said,
"But first let's take him to the Gay Disco over in the next town and see
how he gets home!"
"I got a better idea!" a muscle-bound black man piped up. "How about the
Massage Parlor over in Barlow?"
"But that's a two hour drive!" someone objected. "And it's a Hetero
Place!"
"That's why our Little Fox here will fit right in!" the dark man
insisted. "Put some panties on her, and all those squares will think he's
a she!" He squeezed one of my breasts for emphasis and I blushed a deep
scarlet as he continued, "Can't you see our little topless cutie there,
tryin' to earn cab fare back home?"
They all laughed, and the President once again raised his hands for
quiet.
"We'll let him decide," he pronounced. "Take off that nice gag and see
whether he prefers the Gay Club or the Straight Massage Parlor."
And finally, for the first time in hours, the gag was removed and I could
talk!
Boy did I ever talk!
Mr. Crayle, you told me once that there's lots of deception involved in
this job, but nothing works like the Truth. And I put that advice to
work! I told them all who l was, how I got there, why I had pretended to
be Gay in the first place.... and, the identity of the Locker Room Thief!
That's right. Despite all my frustration and embarrassment, I had managed
to put two and two together: I remembered that I had seen Ray hanging
around the LockerRoom ever since I started the stakeout; I recalled that
he'd used a key to turn off the Alarm on the Emergency Exit- -
And from the way he'd engineered my humiliation so masterfully, I figured
that he must harbor a deep hatred of Straight Men, which was why he got
his jollies stealing their clothes to embarrass them!
I told all this to the gathered Lambdas, and halfway through it, Ray
returned; the look on his face told me and everyone else in the room I
was right! A search of his room turned up enough evidence to put him
behind bars for years!
But that's not what we did with him!
You see, Mr. Crayle, once they realized that I wasn't a homophobic
imposter, these guys started treating me as a friend. They apologized for
what had happened, offered to delete all the photos, and even volunteered
to testify against Ray in Court.
Then someone mentioned that if all the details of this case came out, it
could cause me an awful lot of embarrassment. Everyone agreed, and we
started trying to come up with some other way out.
That's how we decided that Ray would be made a permanent pledge of the
fraternity, a house toy, forced to dress in whatever they chose for him
and do whatever they pleased.
With prison as an alternative, Ray eagerly agreed, and in no time at all,
he was the big-breasted feminine one and I had been given a present of
all his male clothes!
So that was the end of that case, except I should add that I found out
those Lambda guys are really great fellows once you get to know them. I'm
not Gay, you understand, but I became close friends with a lot of them.
We'd go out drinking or something on weekends, and once or twice a week
I'd come over to the House for Dinner (They have a great Chef!)
Of course, I've gone to their parties too, and last Halloween I even
dressed up in that Dance Hall Gal outfit. I must say that it was a lot of
laughs dancing and sashaying around for everybody. No one could believe
how feminine I looked!
Of course, I do have to keep all this secret from my employers and co-
workers, but last week the
President of Lambda suggested that I should consider becoming an Honorary
Member. I could go through my hazing at another chapter, where nobody
knows me, and I must say I'm giving it careful consideration.
What do you think? -
-DEAR READERS,
CLINTON WROTE BACK TO THIS YOUNG MAN, STRONGLY URGING HIM TO BE CAREFUL!
HE POINTED OUT THAT THE ONE WHO CAUSED ALL HIS TROUBLES WAS STILL IN THE
FRAT HOUSE AND COULD USE THIS POSITION TO SPRING SOME VERY UNPLEASANT
SURPRISES.
UNFORTUNATELY, THE WARNING ARRIVED TOO LATE. I HAVE A FOLLOW-UP LETTER
FROM THE YOUNG SECURITY OFFICER TELLING WHAT HAPPENED, AND I WILL PRINT
IT IN A LATER ISSUE IF YOU WISH.
"cc"
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