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Hi everyone, reading this back, its a bit of a long post, so feel free to skip and I actually have started to write this post several times, but I have not been able to get the words out.
I thought that I had actually dealt with it, but after coming off the tube yesterday shaking and sweating like nothing on earth after travelling on it for pretty much the first time since this happened, I decided that its something that I had to get off my chest.
Shortly before Christmas, I was on the Victoria line on one of my final days into the London office around 0740 (anyone that is not familiar with the tube in rush hour, it is something closely relating a sardine tin). I wont name of the stations involved here for anonymity but I was stood close to the door, pinned against a glass panel with a woman stood in front of me and my gym bag on (normally I take this off, but as there was a person with a large suitcase in the carriage, room at height level was slightly better than on the floor) and me being me had my headphones in, in my own little world as normal.
We get to a station en route, which by this time was quite close to the centre of the city, when the person next to me gets off. A chap (pretty much the only one on the platform) looks at the carriage I was in and the next one and I suppose due to the fact a guy has just got off next to me jumps on the train. Again, for anonymity, I wont describe his appearance, but he was a regular looking guy, maybe a few years older than me, but mid to late 30s I would say. As the door shuts, his hand is shoved onto my crotch. Again, not hugely unusual for rush hour trains, so I move to my right to protect my modesty. But his hand went with me - this is where I get a little anxious. This has never been the case - surely this was an accident, if your hand is shoved onto someone else, even though these carriages are extremely full you still have room to manoeuvre so you are not in contact with a part of someone that well is a little more intimate than other areas. I move again so I am now pretty much facing in the opposite direction to him, pretty much into the carriage but I cant move any more to the right as there is someone directly in front of me, I have my gym bag over my left shoulder and my right hand is on the hand rail above me. But his hand firmly follows me grabbing on to my cock going down my left leg.
It was at that point I realised two things. I was stuck, I could not really move anywhere, I could not get my arm into a position to grab his hand without shoving the person in front of me out of the way and the doors opened on the opposite side of the carriage for the next two stops. So there I was basically paralyzed, stuck on a jammed train with a guy squeezing and rubbing my privates. I wanted to turn my head and yell at the top of my voice, but I couldnt in fact I couldnt do anything. All my body wanted to do is the opposite of what I wanted it to, I started to get a bit of a semi sneaking further down my leg not exactly what I wanted to give as the impression . I hated every second . And I started to sweat. That was it. Trapped being fondled by a guy effectively out of view, due to the person in front of me, for two of what appeared to be the longest journey times between stations I have ever had before the doors behind me eventually opened thankfully.
I got off, even though I was three stops before my work - I had to get off the tube. I walked up to the street completely bewildered, bought a coffee and walked the rest of the way to work, arriving in the office around 20 minutes late.
I dont know if I am over reacting, I have not really spoken about it, but it lead me to think about some pretty horrible stuff on the run up to the end of the year, some of it I have shared on here with amazing support.
Sorry if it sounds trivial, but I had to get it off my chest, as it really did affect me yesterday. And I realise that nothing really can be done, but it just feels a bit better to sound it out.
I thought that I had actually dealt with it, but after coming off the tube yesterday shaking and sweating like nothing on earth after travelling on it for pretty much the first time since this happened, I decided that its something that I had to get off my chest.
Shortly before Christmas, I was on the Victoria line on one of my final days into the London office around 0740 (anyone that is not familiar with the tube in rush hour, it is something closely relating a sardine tin). I wont name of the stations involved here for anonymity but I was stood close to the door, pinned against a glass panel with a woman stood in front of me and my gym bag on (normally I take this off, but as there was a person with a large suitcase in the carriage, room at height level was slightly better than on the floor) and me being me had my headphones in, in my own little world as normal.
We get to a station en route, which by this time was quite close to the centre of the city, when the person next to me gets off. A chap (pretty much the only one on the platform) looks at the carriage I was in and the next one and I suppose due to the fact a guy has just got off next to me jumps on the train. Again, for anonymity, I wont describe his appearance, but he was a regular looking guy, maybe a few years older than me, but mid to late 30s I would say. As the door shuts, his hand is shoved onto my crotch. Again, not hugely unusual for rush hour trains, so I move to my right to protect my modesty. But his hand went with me - this is where I get a little anxious. This has never been the case - surely this was an accident, if your hand is shoved onto someone else, even though these carriages are extremely full you still have room to manoeuvre so you are not in contact with a part of someone that well is a little more intimate than other areas. I move again so I am now pretty much facing in the opposite direction to him, pretty much into the carriage but I cant move any more to the right as there is someone directly in front of me, I have my gym bag over my left shoulder and my right hand is on the hand rail above me. But his hand firmly follows me grabbing on to my cock going down my left leg.
It was at that point I realised two things. I was stuck, I could not really move anywhere, I could not get my arm into a position to grab his hand without shoving the person in front of me out of the way and the doors opened on the opposite side of the carriage for the next two stops. So there I was basically paralyzed, stuck on a jammed train with a guy squeezing and rubbing my privates. I wanted to turn my head and yell at the top of my voice, but I couldnt in fact I couldnt do anything. All my body wanted to do is the opposite of what I wanted it to, I started to get a bit of a semi sneaking further down my leg not exactly what I wanted to give as the impression . I hated every second . And I started to sweat. That was it. Trapped being fondled by a guy effectively out of view, due to the person in front of me, for two of what appeared to be the longest journey times between stations I have ever had before the doors behind me eventually opened thankfully.
I got off, even though I was three stops before my work - I had to get off the tube. I walked up to the street completely bewildered, bought a coffee and walked the rest of the way to work, arriving in the office around 20 minutes late.
I dont know if I am over reacting, I have not really spoken about it, but it lead me to think about some pretty horrible stuff on the run up to the end of the year, some of it I have shared on here with amazing support.
Sorry if it sounds trivial, but I had to get it off my chest, as it really did affect me yesterday. And I realise that nothing really can be done, but it just feels a bit better to sound it out.