Or be pushed into

The Maglev station was surprisingly busy today. Jesse had to push through the midst of a crowd at the ticket barriers and stand shoulder to shoulder with a multitude of men and women on their way to sell themselves or others towards the dream of endlessly fulfilled desires. Several times, the boy felt straying hands creep up under his skirt to take a grasp of the goods he kept there. Amidst the jostling hordes of strangers, most of whom stood at least a foot taller than him… he struggled to even work out who was molesting him, not to mention trying to stop them. So he just had to grit his teeth and put up with it as unrecognisable hand after unrecognisable hand took a measure of his ass or genitals. One _particularly _forward assailant even managed to drive a long, gnarled-feeling finger inside his anus. Jesse shuddered as he felt the cold kiss of a ring bump up against the puckered tightness of his own ring… a feeling he was unlikely to forget.

Even worse… he had already seen his own image pop up on several flexitabs around the station, curious people connecting to his collar’s open network at the drop of a hat. Which meant that whoever it was that kept harassing him, every one of them could find out who he was and where he was going… Not to mention buy access to all those scandalous pictures of him, so usefully categorised by Betsy. What would he do if one of them bought permission to fuck him, right here and now?! He didn’t even know what the price that hung over his head was… but those boys had got access to the shock-treatments easily enough on below-limit spending! Paranoia set in… and the teen sissy tried to hide himself away as much as possible, avoiding doing anything which might draw attention. Not that that was the easiest thing, dressed as he was. He found a group of skimpily-dressed apartment whores and tried to use the amount of exposed flesh they also had on show as camouflage.

Once aboard the magnetically levitating transport, he thought that he’d be safer. It was only about a half hour trip to the district containing Stanfields academy, which was impressive considering that was a near-enough 300 mile trip. There weren’t any free seats this time… but he was content to hold onto one of the handles hanging from above. The gentle sway of the carriage was again only perturbed by the disconcerting blur of the city passing by.

After a while, he noticed a suavely-dressed man who looked to be somewhere in his late twenties, watching him like a cat watches a mouse. With slicked-back hair and glinting accessories… he was provided a smile of pearly-white teeth.

“You don’t have to hang on up there, cutie… Why don’t you come sit on my lap?” His voice was all honey, filled with the kind of unshakeable, inherent confidence that an endless self-doubter like Jesse just found baffling.

“U-um, I’m alright… thank you anyway…” Was the best he could offer, trying to look as stable as possible on his shiny, black heels.

The man seemed to change his focus over to the holographic display of his smart watch, almost leading Jesse to believe he’d lost interest… When instead, the man announced.

“It says on here that you’re still a virgin… in the rear entrance at least. So the price is quite steep.” He pinned the now bright-red boy with a meaningful look. “I could still afford it though… if you wouldn’t prefer just a seat and a chat…”

Jesse knew when he was cornered… He let go of the handle and shyly plopped his bottom on top of the older man’s legs. He immediately felt the lump waiting for him there, and found a securing hand wrapped casually around his waist.

“Stanfield’s huh? I think my father bought some property from there…”

What followed were thirty of the most excruciating minutes of Jesse’s life. As the exceedingly dull, but clearly privileged douchebag droned on and on with boasts of everything and everyone his family owned. All the while, unsubtly grinding the tent in his pants up against the eighteen year old sissy-in-training’s naked backside.