Ok, I finally finished it. Instead of linking it to the previous post where it started, I am just re-publishing the whole thing.
I sat on the cold wooden bench completely naked, my cock hard as granite, waiting for my new playmate to give me permission to come inside; at least I hoped that was the next step. He gave me explicit instructions that to follow upon my arrival. I was to arrive at his door 15 minutes before 8, strip naked, fold my clothes neatly and place them in a pile on the doormat, then sit on the bench behind the bushes until I was given my next instructions.
I didn't know this guy. I didn't know what he had in store for me. The ad just said that he wanted someone who got off on being stripped naked and forced to stay that way, a real exhibitionist. Butterflies filled my stomach as I waited. My mind raced with thoughts of what he was going to do with me. I also wondered if I had taken all the right precautions to ensure my safety. I mean, there are a lot of crazy people in the world and I was putting my entire being in the hands of a stranger. Dave was my backup, as he always is in these situations. He wasn't actually going to be present as in the other scenarios, but he had his instructions. Dave is an awesome friend and understands my needs. I do the same for him although I'm not sure I could beat anybody up like he can. He is a big boy.
My thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the front door opening. A hand reached out of the dark and took my clothes. Then the door slammed closed. Oh fuck, I thought. I am outside, very near the street where there are people walking by. I am starting to get cold in this horrible SF weather and I have absolutely no clothes if I have to make a run for it.
I waited and waited. I began to shiver and wonder if I should bang on the door, demand my clothes back and then go. That's when he opened the door again and called me in.
He was a stocky, quite furry from what I could tell, bearded guy. He wore jeans, worn out tennis shoes and a pullover polo shirt that stretched across his belly. He seemed very normal.
"My, you are at full attention aren't you? Come and kneel over here." He led me to a wooden ladder-back chair, a kitchen chair I think. "Here." The chair was positioned in front of a roaring fire. I could feel the heat warming my naked body. It felt good, almost welcoming, but not so much that I wasn't fully aware that I was naked in a stranger's house. I looked down at my cock. It was still saluting proudly. I swear it has a mind of its own. He sat in the chair next to me.
He reached down and fondled my balls as I looked up at him. "Nice and tight. Now stand up and bend over." I did as I was told and felt my butt cheeks being spread wide open. I stood there while he looked at my hole for what seemed five minutes. He fondled my balls more and rubbed his fingers across my ass. I was so embarrassed.
"So you like being naked in front of other people." "Um, sometimes," I responded shyly. "Well, I like humiliating and spanking boys who like being naked, so we are a perfect match little man."
He pulled me across his lap face down. The tip of my cock brushed his jeans and he reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. "Spread your legs." He lifted my entire body by my balls and repositioned me where my cock was pointing down, parallel against his leg. Surprisingly it didn't hurt.
He rubbed his hands all over my ass and legs and kept brushing them against my cock and balls. He patted me on the ass several times. I think he was trying to spank me, I don't really know but that was as hard as it got all night. Needless to say I was a little disappointed.
"Turn over and sit in my lap." I turned over leaving a trail of pre-cum from his lap around my body to the tip of my cock. He put his arm around my waist and his other hand in my lap right next to my stiffy. I looked at him and then looked at my cock. I've never sat in a clothed guys lap like that before. He began to inspect my penis, opening my pee slit and pulling it down and twisting it around. I stared down at it as he did this and became hornier and hornier. I don't know why being totally naked in front of a clothed person turns me on so much. I would even do it in front of clothed girls and let them play with me like that.
He rubbed his hands over my chest, down my abs and landed against my cock again, then cupped my balls. He squeezed them a little and I groaned. "You like that." "Yes sir." He squeezed more and pulled my cock into his hand too. My cock and balls were being squeezed together. Pre-cum began flowing from the tip of my cock. He gathered it on his fingers and raised them to my mouth. "Lick your cum." I followed his request and he was delighted.
I sat in his lap as he played with various parts of my body for a while. Each time I had pre-cum form on the tip of my cock he made me eat it. He kept turning me over played with my ass for a while and then turned me back and played with my cock. When he tired of the play, he rose from the chair and had me sit in it.
This large furry man, the one that had earlier been so gentle, came behind me and tied my hands around the back of the chair. I wasn't completely bound but could probably get myself out of the chair if I wanted to. I mean we have seen all the movies where you get to your feet and slam the chair into a wall or something to break free. That is what I was thinking when he was making his knots. I could definitely do that 'movie thing' with this chair. I looked behind me to plan my escape route.
After checking his rope work, he sat next to me on the hearth of the fireplace. My clothes were sitting next to him. "You won't be needing this anymore." He pulled the ribbed tank I wore on the walk over and threw it into the fire. I sat in stunned silence. He burned my shirt! I know it was a $3 shirt I got at the convenience store but fuck, he burned it.
I was horrified as he raised up my favorite sweats. You know the ones, those baby blue aussiebum ones that make my ass look so fucking hot, at least that's what Nathan says. With one flick of his wrist, in they went. I would have passed out from the torture of seeing them burn had my body not been so fucking turned on. What the fuck is wrong with me that I get so turned on when I am so vulnerable and naked. I envisioned myself sprinting naked for the ten or so blocks to get home as he picked up my socks and underwear.
After the 'burning' was over, he approached me and grabbed my cock roughly. "I want you to cum for me boy and then I'm going to turn you naked to the streets." He stroked my cock violently and kept telling me I was going home naked, that it was cold outside and people would see me. He told me that I would eventually grow hard again and feel the cold wind passing my cock and my ass; that people would see my hard cock bobbing up and down as I ran. I listened to every word as the ecstasy continued to build in my groin. As he stroked my cock, his other hand cupped my balls and his pinky finger went into my ass. That was all I needed. Cum erupted, shot high into the air and landed all over my chest and face. He played with my shriveling cock until I screamed for him to stop. I just can't take anyone playing with my pee hole after I have cummed and he seemed to know this. Two more strokes and he backed away and untied me.
We said our pleasantries and both knew it was time to part ways. I had fully intended to go home naked but at the last minute, he brought out a pair of very expensive, designer jeans that were just my size and another very expensive, I'm talking Saks expensive, raincoat. "I'm sorry, I do not have a shirt for you." I nodded and told him I would return these in the morning but he insisted he had no need for clothes this size and it would go to waste if I returned them. I didn't argue and wore my new favorite jeans home.