Always something of an exhibitionist the advent of amateur nude sites on the internet has proved to be a boon. I can display my genitals anonymously without the fear of arrest as a flasher if I did such a thing in a public park or such like. As a bisexual I've also enjoyed a few encounters with guys, some of which have had an element of SM/bondage about them, with me the submissive one. I've been spanked and caned a number of times now and thoroughly enjoy the experience, though some people are better at playing the dominant role than others.
One of the few outdoor encounters, and completely unexpected, happened this summer and proved to be the most humiliating experiences of my life. Though in retrospect I enjoyed it, enjoyment wasn't always my feeling at the time!
It happened while out taking photos of myself at one of my favourite spots. It was early one summers morning, already quite hot, and confident of being undisturbed I had stripped completely naked, apart from socks and boots. Concentrating on setting up the tripod and timer I was unaware of the 2 guys approaching through nearby bushes until it was too late. They suddenly appeared, and surprised at seeing a near naked guy posing in front of a camera one said, 'What the hell's going on here," the other just laughed. They were between me and my clothing as feeling a bit foolish I explained what I was doing and about posting pictures of myself on-line, stuttering a bit in my embarrassment. It's what happened next that took on a more sinister aspect.
I had been aware of the sound of a tractor but assumed it was working in fields nearby. Suddenly the sound grew louder and the tractor appeared round the side of a derelict barn. The guy driving it jumped down and joining the others asked what was going on. (As far as I could gather he owned the land and was meeting the others to discuss some clearance work he wanted doing.)
I was feeling quite vulnerable to be naked, apart from socks and boots, with 3 fully clothed guys staring at me and decided to walk round them and dress. The farmer forestalled me though and picking my clothes up in a bundle hurled them through a broken window into the falling down barn.
My initial feelings of embarrassment changed to one of fear when the farmer, with a wink at the others, said he was going to teach me a lesson for trespassing on his land, even calling me a pervert!
"I'm not doing any harm to anyone." I protested, annoyed about being referred to as a pervert, only to hear the farmer telling the others to drape me over a large fallen tree nearby. Still protesting and growing more alarmed by the minute I found myself being dragged to the tree trunk by the 2 guys and forced face down over it.
"Now hold the perv down chaps while I take my belt to his bare arse."
"No!" I think I shouted at this point but almost immediately felt his belt across my backside.
My protests turned to screams of pain as the farmer continued to lash my buttocks with his belt, much to the amusement of the 2 guys holding me down.
Now I've been spanked and caned a number of times but always in a controlled environment and by someone I could trust to desist if and when requested; I use a password or gesture to signal if I want it to stop, but this was different. Very different indeed though I must admit that the feeling of utter helplessness, the knowledge that these guys could do whatever they wanted, gave me a weird sort of thrill. (My cock was erect almost from the start of the beating, something the guys taunted me about when I was eventually allowed upright and they saw it.)
