Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by: dralion Skin Fuck 1 He could feel the sweat running down the middle of his back, down into the crack of his arse and at the same time the roughness of the wall on his forehead. He was hot even though it was a cold and wet Autumn night in London. There was a distinct smell of hot, sweaty rubber whenever he moved his shoulders to ease the pain developing in them. Despite the pain he did not move his legs or his arms crossed at the small of his back. He didn't move them, even though there were no restraints holding them in place. No handcuffs. No ropes. He had been told to stand there facing the park wall in this position. In full view of any passer by on this busy Saturday night. He could hear some shouting and giggling behind him as some fluffy queens left the gay pub to his right. He could hear them sniggering and talking about him. Probably pointing as well. He didn't care. He had been told to do this. Just as he had been told to wear the rubber T-shirt an...

By Eckie Just a simple short one, quickly put down as it came to mind ... I have always enjoyed in a horny way to just swap clothing with someone else, wearing his and he wearing mine, though I did not mind if the other did not put on mine as long as I got to put on what he just wore, still warm from his body. there are not many out there who would enjoy that, so it is rare to happen, I did sneak into friends rooms on occasion, looking for what was on the floor of worn clothing and tried those on, yet usually just a minute or two, not getting caught, it is different though if you spend a weekend or even just a night out in that other guys wear, doing your things, but sort of ´assuming´ his role, place, at least partially his identity. I thought who knows, maybe I just do not find those guys, and it is not something you advertise so openly, so I decided to place an ad in one of those profile sites for it. I got lots of views in short time, however hardly any response...