There used to be a 'cottage'....public toilet 10 minutes drive from me ....I was a very frequent visitor.......one Saturday afternoon I was in a cubicle stripped naked wearing only leather biker boots and a leather studded cock strap.....I was hoping to see a few of the regulars when slowly the cubicle door was being pushed open.....it was a slim young guy, early 30's, bespectacled, short hair clean shaven......his cock was in his jeans and he smiled when he saw me and motioned me to stand.....I stepped forward and took hold of the door frame above my head and moved my ankles as wide as possible until they too touched the door frame....I was spreadeagled in front of him........for the next 20 minutes he ONLY concentrated on my nipples......twisting, pinching, rolling, biting, chewing them .......soft/hard..... softer/harder ..... and all the time my cock was erect and untouched but I was aching for him to touch it ......as he carried on of course my cock became stiffer like a poker in the studded leather strap .... until eventually he very very lightly feathered the shaft delicately rubbing my bell end until pre cum spilt from it which he rolled all over the glans of my cock til it was glistening, shiny and wet ......... then he smirked ......and left.
....................... a week later he was there again ...... I was naked, just the boots and cock strap...... I handed him my belt this time, turned away from him and offered him my wrists ..... he fastened the belt looping it twice around the wrists and checked how tight they were held, turned me to face him and repeated his fetish pinching, rolling twisting my nipples .... soft/hard.....softer/harder ..... all in complete silence...... he never looked at me, just my tits ............this time after 15 minutes we heard someone entering the cottage and I moved back into the cubicle a raging hard on, hands fastened behind me, naked..... I closed the door with my shoulder and waited listening intently to footsteps .......... I assumed someone had come in and was at the piss-stones and that the guy was outside my door waiting ...... but THEN it occurred to me.......what if he'd left? I was naked, tied helpless in that cubicle......how could I get out of that situation........and THAT'S when I realised ....I was actually EVEN MORE EXCITED at that prospect than what he'd done to me ..... the feeling of being vulnerable and unable to prevent being exposed was such an incredible turn on my cock was solid ...... I actually WANTED someone to open the door and find me like that...... take advantage of me, use me as I was helpless for their own pleasures then simply walk away leaving me again for the next pervert to find.
To be continued.......
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