Bad Gelding Dream
STRAIGHT, MINOR, Humiliation
A Real Dream I had about my future ex-girl friend. Dream happen 6-4-8
I’m driving in a car with a girl that I think is my new girl friend, but I
can’t remember her name. She is showing me her hometown. We are in a parking
lot. We see this girl getting in her car and driving away.

“I hate that slut,” my girl friend tells me, after she has driven away. “She
slept with every guy she liked.”

She points at this run down looking building across the parking lot.

"That's where we are going tonight, " she says.

“Can we order food there,” I ask.

“I want to wait till tonight to bring you there,” she says. “I want you to
look your best.”

“I don't look that bad now,” I said. “It's just a bite to eat. Besides it
would be easier to check the place out now when it's not packed full of
people. Maybe I could just run in to use the bathroom real quick? I do have to
go really bad."

“Whatever,” she says. “I am going back to the inn, take a shower and get ready
for tonight. You know how to walk back to the inn from here.”

“Sure,” I replied and kissed her.

I jumped out of the car.

“I really have to go, bad,” I said.

She slid over to the drivers seat and drove off. I walked in the place
expecting a nice dance or party place, but what I saw was a room crowded with
too many old pinball machines, pool tables, and arcade games. If felt cramped
even when no one was there. There were only two small tables for eating and a
bar to get cold beer. This is the place she wants me all dressed up for? Is
she crazy?

I still have to go. I look for the bathroom. A door with a big hole in it
which is half stuck open has a sign that says ‘Co`ed Bathroom’. I look in to
see if anyone is already using it. A fat guy stumbles out. It smells like
there is a decaying corpse in there. I look to the side of the door. I see a
narrow hallway with blue tiles like in a locker room. The tiles look like they
have never been cleaned. I look around but don’t see a sign saying where it
goes. I think what the heck. Can't be any worse then the other bathroom? I go
down the hall. I find old shower rooms and hallways full of broken bathroom
stalls with the stall walls all bent or broken and hanging to the side. The
hallway turns and I find more stalls that I can't use. I start to hear the
distant laughter of kids. It grows louder. I pass a girl waiting inline for a
good stall. She looked to be about 10 years old. I think a local may know her
way around.

"Do you know where the stand up stalls for guys would be?" I ask.

She points down the hall and smiles.

i thank her and start walking down the hall. Around the next corner I find the
stand up stalls, but there is a group of young girls picking on this one boy
that was going. I hope they don't see me. I look back the way I came and the
girl that gave me direction is following me. She is smiling. She looks at me
and then at the Stall, waiting for me to go.

“I really have to go bad,” I say.

She giggled. I angled myself so she couldn't see and start to relieve myself.
The boy that was being picked on ran away down the hall where we came from.
All the girls that were around him are now looking at me. They run over to
watch me. The first girl squeezes forward so she has an angle to see. Another
girl squeezes in the other side and grabs my thing. She is wiggling it around,
making me pee on the walls, the floor, myself and on the girls. They are
laughing. I ask them to please stop. An older girl about 15 comes out of the
shadows. She looks a little like the girl my girl friend pointed out in the
parking lot.

"Aren't you that girl’s new boyfriend?" she asks.

“Maybe,” I replied.

I was finally finished. The girl stopped wiggling it.

“My older sister told me if she sees you, she will hack off your balls,” the
girl said.

I laughed.

"Like you know how to?" I said.

One of the girls behind me pulls my pants down.

Music starts playing somewhere. I look around to find my cell phone alarm
going off, next to bed. Time to get up and go to work.

(Edited by Liana M) Great thanks to her, my Story can be better told. any
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