Exhibionist in distress
He had contacted me on this forum to ask if I would take some pictures in the woods of him. I knew from his profile that he is an exhibitionist. But he did not know that I am a dominant sadist. So I told him on Saturday at 4 pm to meet him at the parking lot in the forest. When I arrived, his station wagon was already in the parking lot. I took my cotton bag, got out and gave him a sign to get out and come here. He was a little smaller than I had assumed from the pictures on a profile. The profile says nothing about whether he is straight or gay. He simply wanted to show himself naked and be photographed doing so. I am not interested in his orientation either. I wanted to do my thing.
He knew a clearing that was not visible from the paths. There at the edge of the clearing he wanted to pose naked. He quickly got rid of his jogging suit. Underwear he wore none. I thought great, times one who thinks along. When he stood there naked, an erection began to suggest itself in my pants. Because I already knew what he did not know yet. I made the first photos of him and called him if he did not do exactly what I demanded of him he would not get the pictures but I would upload them to the parking lot in some relevant forums. This seemed to make him obviously very horny. His dick instantly rose to half-mast and then continued unceasingly. So the naked pictures of him became even better. I directed him into some poses and took more pictures.
But now I also wanted to get on my fun. He had to turn around so I could take pictures of his backside. Immediately I dumped my cotton bag and ***********ed him. I fixed his arms with a long cable tie behind his back, pulled the cotton bag over his head and tightened it with a cable tie. Through the cotton bag he could breathe without restriction but could no longer see anything. I turned him in a circle a few times and let him fall dizzily to the floor. Immediately I also tied his feet together. Now he was completely at my mercy. Although his broken voice asked loudly what that was supposed to be, but that was not agreed. But his boner signaled me that this robbery made him horny. Me anyway. I took off my jeans and my underpants and now wore only a T-shirt and sneakers. Now he lay there in front of me on the floor.
With pleasure I began to piss. Only briefly on his chest. My goal was his head. I wanted to humiliate him not only with my piss. In the form of waterboarding I ergosst my warm beam over the cotton trough on his head. Quickly make a few pictures of the misery on the forest floor and then continue to piss. He squirmed but it helped nothing. I emptied my bladder completely into his face. I grabbed him by the balls and ordered him to stand up. I took two ropes and tied his hands to the tree on the left and right. I prepared more ropes and cut the cable tie of the feet. He now had to spread them to the maximum. His resistance had long since been broken. I also tied them to the trees. Thus he was fixed at the place. I told him to stay calm, then I would come back and free him and left. Of course, I did not intend to go away for a long time. Only I had to look for a suitable stick to spank him later. I walked for 15 minutes although I had already quickly found the water shoot of a hazelnut tree. I cut it with the knife and did not peel it. A good cane substitute was in my hand when I returned to it.
But I had made one more detour, which was to be the climax. Uncertain whose footsteps he heard, came a despondent "Hello" as I approached. I cut the cable tie at the neck and pulled the cotton bag from his neck. Fearfully he looked at me. I crumpled up the bag and pressed it into his mouth as a gag. Some gaffer tape was used for support. I told him I had taken 58 pictures so far. Each of them you will pay with a slap of the whip. The pictures after that are free. He tugged at the ropes and tried to say something but had no way to escape the blows. I ordered him to count, although it was clear that he would not be heard. After 8 blows, one ass was well colored. After 20 blows he was bright red. From the thirty-ninth blow, the skin burst open. The last blows I tried to spread a little wider to avoid bleeding. I succeeded. My cock could not have been harder. I took a few pictures of his bruised buttocks before I put on a condom and fucked his ass cunt. I ordered him not to move and loosened the ropes.
Somewhat trembling, he stood there in front of me. I told him that I was leaving now and that he had to wait another 10 minutes. If he then came to his car the memory card with all the pictures would lie on the roof of his car. With a firm grip on his balls I got a confirmation. So I left him pissed, beaten and fucked in the clearing and went back to the parking lot. I was sure he would be back sooner. How could he measure the 10 minutes. Arriving at the parking lot, I copied the pictures to my laptop and uploaded them as well. I put the memory card on the roof of his car next to a cotton bag that was already lying there.
Then I got into my car and drove off. However, only 300m. I got out and went I cover of the avenue trees back in the proximity of the parking lot. I wanted to experience his arrival at the car. After 10 minutes nothing happened. Walkers came and went but nothing to see from him. Also after 20 and 30 minutes nothing. I had freed him from the ropes. He could loosen the gag himself. But only after nightfall, more than 50 minutes had passed, I saw him bent over and scurrying towards me. He was stark naked. Had he been looking for his jogging suit for so long? Yes, I had already taken it with me when I was looking for a riding crop and put it in the cotton bag on his car. Now he used every cover up to his car. His cock was now a mini dick. No more sign of excitement and only fear on his face. He found the bag and hurriedly put on the jogging suit. Relieved, he found his keys in his pants pocket. He almost forgot the memory card on the roof before getting into his car. I was satisfied and returned to my car and then home. I can't tell how much longer he was in the parking lot.
But the same evening, his pictures had long since spread, he wrote me in the chat that he wanted to thank me for by far the hottest thing he had ever experienced. I replied he did not have to thank me, I had only done it for my pleasure while I massaged my pulsating genitals.
He knew a clearing that was not visible from the paths. There at the edge of the clearing he wanted to pose naked. He quickly got rid of his jogging suit. Underwear he wore none. I thought great, times one who thinks along. When he stood there naked, an erection began to suggest itself in my pants. Because I already knew what he did not know yet. I made the first photos of him and called him if he did not do exactly what I demanded of him he would not get the pictures but I would upload them to the parking lot in some relevant forums. This seemed to make him obviously very horny. His dick instantly rose to half-mast and then continued unceasingly. So the naked pictures of him became even better. I directed him into some poses and took more pictures.
But now I also wanted to get on my fun. He had to turn around so I could take pictures of his backside. Immediately I dumped my cotton bag and ***********ed him. I fixed his arms with a long cable tie behind his back, pulled the cotton bag over his head and tightened it with a cable tie. Through the cotton bag he could breathe without restriction but could no longer see anything. I turned him in a circle a few times and let him fall dizzily to the floor. Immediately I also tied his feet together. Now he was completely at my mercy. Although his broken voice asked loudly what that was supposed to be, but that was not agreed. But his boner signaled me that this robbery made him horny. Me anyway. I took off my jeans and my underpants and now wore only a T-shirt and sneakers. Now he lay there in front of me on the floor.
With pleasure I began to piss. Only briefly on his chest. My goal was his head. I wanted to humiliate him not only with my piss. In the form of waterboarding I ergosst my warm beam over the cotton trough on his head. Quickly make a few pictures of the misery on the forest floor and then continue to piss. He squirmed but it helped nothing. I emptied my bladder completely into his face. I grabbed him by the balls and ordered him to stand up. I took two ropes and tied his hands to the tree on the left and right. I prepared more ropes and cut the cable tie of the feet. He now had to spread them to the maximum. His resistance had long since been broken. I also tied them to the trees. Thus he was fixed at the place. I told him to stay calm, then I would come back and free him and left. Of course, I did not intend to go away for a long time. Only I had to look for a suitable stick to spank him later. I walked for 15 minutes although I had already quickly found the water shoot of a hazelnut tree. I cut it with the knife and did not peel it. A good cane substitute was in my hand when I returned to it.
But I had made one more detour, which was to be the climax. Uncertain whose footsteps he heard, came a despondent "Hello" as I approached. I cut the cable tie at the neck and pulled the cotton bag from his neck. Fearfully he looked at me. I crumpled up the bag and pressed it into his mouth as a gag. Some gaffer tape was used for support. I told him I had taken 58 pictures so far. Each of them you will pay with a slap of the whip. The pictures after that are free. He tugged at the ropes and tried to say something but had no way to escape the blows. I ordered him to count, although it was clear that he would not be heard. After 8 blows, one ass was well colored. After 20 blows he was bright red. From the thirty-ninth blow, the skin burst open. The last blows I tried to spread a little wider to avoid bleeding. I succeeded. My cock could not have been harder. I took a few pictures of his bruised buttocks before I put on a condom and fucked his ass cunt. I ordered him not to move and loosened the ropes.
Somewhat trembling, he stood there in front of me. I told him that I was leaving now and that he had to wait another 10 minutes. If he then came to his car the memory card with all the pictures would lie on the roof of his car. With a firm grip on his balls I got a confirmation. So I left him pissed, beaten and fucked in the clearing and went back to the parking lot. I was sure he would be back sooner. How could he measure the 10 minutes. Arriving at the parking lot, I copied the pictures to my laptop and uploaded them as well. I put the memory card on the roof of his car next to a cotton bag that was already lying there.
Then I got into my car and drove off. However, only 300m. I got out and went I cover of the avenue trees back in the proximity of the parking lot. I wanted to experience his arrival at the car. After 10 minutes nothing happened. Walkers came and went but nothing to see from him. Also after 20 and 30 minutes nothing. I had freed him from the ropes. He could loosen the gag himself. But only after nightfall, more than 50 minutes had passed, I saw him bent over and scurrying towards me. He was stark naked. Had he been looking for his jogging suit for so long? Yes, I had already taken it with me when I was looking for a riding crop and put it in the cotton bag on his car. Now he used every cover up to his car. His cock was now a mini dick. No more sign of excitement and only fear on his face. He found the bag and hurriedly put on the jogging suit. Relieved, he found his keys in his pants pocket. He almost forgot the memory card on the roof before getting into his car. I was satisfied and returned to my car and then home. I can't tell how much longer he was in the parking lot.
But the same evening, his pictures had long since spread, he wrote me in the chat that he wanted to thank me for by far the hottest thing he had ever experienced. I replied he did not have to thank me, I had only done it for my pleasure while I massaged my pulsating genitals.
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