This new stranger, that now stood so quietly behind me, had just locked my door. This ensured his complete uninterrupted privacy with me, as my cock and balls hung helplessly into the wall's glory hole. Pressed tight against the wall and strapped in by my wide spread ankles, my wrists strapped above by head, a large very tight strap around my waist and a strap around my neck, I just stood there panicking. While waiting for the guy behind me to make his move, in the next booth someone began sucking my tender cock.
Even though I had just come twice, my sore cock was responding to his soft oral manipulations. I could feel my captive 10 inch cock start to fill with blood, even though the sides and especially the tip were very tender. I'm sure, that as tight as my cock and balls were pressed into the hole, that he must have thought I was begging for a blow job.
The guy behind stood completely motionless, not speaking a word, but I could feel his stare bore onto my exposed nude body and wide open just fucked ass. I finally felt both his hands touch my waist as they slid up my torso towards my underarms. At first it felt kind of good, but once he had reached my armpits, he grabbed the underarm hair of both armpits in each of his hands and pulled it hard in his fists. The immediate pain caused my hips to lurch forward into the hole, mistakeingly signaling my new cock sucker that I wanted him to swallow some more dick. He took this cue as I expected and started gobbling up a good 5 or 6 inches of my now completely swollen cock.
The guy behind me finally said, "So faggot, you like it rough huh?"
As he tugged roughly on my under arm hairs, the pain caused my hips to thrust all the way forward into the hole, jabbing another inch or two into the cock sucker's mouth. I could hear him gag aloud from the oral assault I was making into his throat.
"I can tell by the bite marks on your neck and back that you really like it rough. Well if that's your thing, it's your lucky day, cause I like it rough too. I'm gonna give you just what you're advertising for and more. I don't know how you managed to strap yourself to that wall, but I'll test those straps to the limit for you," he hissed at me.
With my mouth gagged, and full of God knows whose underwear, I couldn't even mumble a single word. My face had been turned to the right and was pressed so tight to the wall from the strap around my neck, that I couldn't even see his face. I struggled to shake my head "no" from left to right, but the strap around my neck wouldn't budge an inch. I was just praying now that this guy wasn't some kind of a sadist pervert that really thought I liked pain.
Just then I felt a hard swat across my bare ass with the flat of his palm. It was loud and it stung like a hornet. I'm sure anybody outside the booth could hear the loud pop it made on my ass. The noise didn't seem to bother him at all. As I flinched and squirmed from the first blow, he seemed happily encouraged, I guess he misinterpreted my struggling as pleasure.
"Oh yea, that's my little faggot. You like that ass spanked hard huh?" he spoke sounding pleased.
With that comment, he started raining down swats on my tender bottom. He alternated on my cheeks, slowly taking his time in the semi dark room to ensure each blow landed squarely and made perfect contact. He would softly lay his hand on a cheek, kind of rub it around for a few seconds to position it or feel the texture of my skin with his palm, then draw his hand back quickly and swat me firmly.
He went from one cheek to the other, maybe giving a dozen blows to each. As my ass stung more and more after each swat, I'm sure it was glowing a bright red by now. Tears were forming in my eyes and I finally fell into a full uncontrolled sobbing cry behind the underwear in my mouth.
The only part of my body that could move even an inch away from his assault was my hips and ass, so I'm sure the cock sucker on the other side thought I was loving his blow job. When he would draw back to swat my ass, I would tighten my cheeks as hard as I could and jam my pelvis deeper into the hole, trying to escape or delay the inevitable pain to my ass cheeks. Even though my cock was rock hard, it was also getting kind of numb and I was getting the feeling that I wouldn't be able to cum again no matter how good it got sucked on. The pain to my butt cheeks was incredibly distracting.
Pleased with his spanking performance, and my misinterpreted reactions, he finally relented and with both of his hands started pinching my cheeks as hard as he could. Over and over he took his index fingers and thumbs while squeezing as hard as he could, moving to new spots every couple of seconds. Now the tears really started to flow as he took hunks of my cheek's flesh and twisted the meat brutally. The more I shook and convulsed, the more he presumed I liked it hard.
"Damn bitch, you really are a freak. I never met anybody that liked it as rough as you do. Don't worry though, I got something special in mind for that ass," he taunted me.
All I could think was, "Couldn't he tell I don't like this at all, how dumb was he?"
That noise that the doctor makes when he pulls on those latex gloves, that stretching, that popping and that snapping noise he makes while adjusting the fit, well that's what I heard next. I had no idea why he thought he was going to need a pair of gloves for, as I was just glad the spanking and pinching had stopped.
