Made to watch

Author: drop
Title: Made to watch
Date: 10 December 2018

I’m pretty sure he never wears underwear under his jeans. Most weekdays I see him on the train to and from work. When I arrive at the train station I always look for him on the platform, trying to inch closer to him if I can. The best days are those where I can sit opposite to him in the train, pretending to read, instead checking out his crotch. Longing for that tiny sliver of skin above his jeans. Trying to imagine him naked, my body pressed against his.
This morning I put on my kinky underwear, black partly see-through, and tightly hugging my ass – somehow making me feel sexy. Though that might also be plain horniness. That horniness isn’t put to much use, as I can’t find him at the platform. The train trip is instead spend on horny daydreams, and when I arrive at work the horniness is soon reduced to nothing but a distraction at the back of my head.
I work late, and then have to run to catch my train – inwardly cursing for missing yet another opportunity to find him on the platform. I jump into the train and drop down into the first seat I can find.
Of course I’m sitting next to him. As I realize this, I have been staring at him for what feels like endless seconds. My eyes have checked out his smooth face, the broad shoulders under the shirt he is wearing, the bulge in his pants and of course the tiny-but-o-so-hot bit of skin between his shirt and his pants. My mouth has opened a little. “I like the way you look at me,” he says. I flush, feeling as if my whole skin is turning a burning red, and try to get away from this embarrassing situation as quick as I can.
He puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me back. “You have beautiful eyes,” he says, “they are inquisitive, daring – going places where you only dream to go. I’m Aaron.” It takes me a few seconds to process all this and mutter my own name in response. Before long, we’re chatting away, as if we’ve been friends for ages. To be fair, Aaron is doing most of the talking, while I listen to him and keep admiring his body. Aaron doesn’t seem to mind at all, instead he seems to be leaning back a bit, exposing more of his body for me to look at. I wish I could touch his body, touch mine, but openly staring is about as far as I want to go in public.
Too soon we have arrived at our station, ending up in that awkward situation where our ways split but we haven’t run out of things to talk about. Or to look at; I am definitely still taking this opportunity to vividly visualize the way his shoulders look from the glimpses I can get.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he whispers, “I will definitely take you home with me. Now.”
I smile back at him coyly, “I can live with that.”
“But I want you to admire me,” he says, and somehow it sounds like a warning, “I want to see the desire in your eyes build. I want to see how hot you can be for me. I want you to look at me as if you’d jump me if you could.”
“I can definitely do that,” and my mind starts fantasizing about how it would be if I were to jump him, pressing my body against his, hard kisses on his mouth.
He nods, and the nod seems oddly final. I’m happy as can be, and with most of my mind occupied with various fantasies of Aaron, I actually become a bit more talkative. When I see that the bulge in his pants has grown, I feel like I’m definitely wearing my kinky-sexy lucky-underwear.
Despite our horniness, we actually manage quite an interesting conversation as we walk to his apartment. When we get in, he immediately kicks of his shoes, socks, and takes of his shirt. I’m stopped mid-sentence, my eyes fixated on his upper body, taking in every inch of it. In fact I even stand a bit awkward, frozen bent over, trying to take of my own shoes. I don’t care, I’m just admiring him. His body is quite average but he owns it with utter confidence. And I love every birthmark on it, love his belly button, his pelvis, his nipples. His cock hardens and he smiles, glowing in my admiration.
I fully expect us to fuck each other there and then, but instead he offers to cook me dinner. As he is moving around his kitchen, I keep staring at him, enjoying the way his body moves, my own cock ready as can be. He tries to keep up our conversation, but my mind keeps drifting, captured by his body, and I lose track several times. Each time that happens he looks back to me, smiles his lovely smile, and I can see his cock harden. I feel like I’m dreaming, and don’t register most of our dinner – consumed by horniness.
After he has cleaned away the plates, he instructs me to take of my clothes. I’m happy to obey – my horniness making me more obedient, and at this stage I would probably do anything he’d tell me. I feel sexy as I unveil my kinky underwear, but he seems to be mostly focused on my face and eyes – drinking in every longing gaze I throw at him.
“Are you ready to start longing for me with every fiber in your body?” he asks.
“I couldn’t desire you more.”
“Oh, but you can,” he says, smiling even broader, “you definitely can. Here, let me help you.” He produces two pairs of leather cuffs and he is right; the thought of fully submitting to this man only makes me crave him more. I love the way he is taking control. I love how he accepts and definitely enjoys the way I look at him. I want to do anything I can to please him.
As he puts the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, I press my body against his, letting my fingers draw gentle figures on his skin. He lets me. With a padlock he connects the cuffs around my ankles and then walks away. I desperately want to follow him, to continue touching him, but with my ankles cuffed like this all I can manage are small steps. So instead I content myself with looking at his hot body as much as he can. As he returns from his bedroom and walks towards me, he actually slows down to let me admire him – his hand squeezing his crotch as he enjoys my gaze. It’s only when he is holding it up to me that I realize that he brought a gag. I eagerly open my mouth, my hands wandering all over his body, tickling his hard cock through his jeans. He gags me, pulling my head onto his shoulder as he buckles the gag behind it, using another padlock to lock it.
Then, gently, he grabs my hands, which are all over his body, and locks them together. He ties a rope to them, throws the other end over a support beam high up and then slowly starts pulling them up. Only as my arms are stretched above my head do I realize how helpless I am. It’s stupid to just trust a stranger – part of me is happy that Aaron instructed me to message a friend where I was going while we were walking to his apartment – but I really trust Aaron. Still, I can’t move my hands much and getting away from this spot is out of the question. I’m at his mercy. Horny, desperate for his attention, and massively turned on by the whole situation. I look at him, full of desire, craving his body, hoping that my looks will convince him to give me the attention I so long for.
“I really love the admiring way you look at me,” he says, as he walks away and sits down in a lazy chair – allowing me a full view of his body. My eyes move up and down his body, trying to drink in every detail. “Your looks turn me on, massively.” He starts unbuttoning his jeans and he is definitely not wearing any underwear – his cock jumps full mast. I would have licked my lips if I hadn’t been gagged. My body tries to jump him, but tied up as I am, I don’t get far at all. As I lean against the rope, trying to get as close to him as I can, my gaze fixated on his cock, a small moan of longing escapes from behind the gag. I start drooling a little, but I can’t stop it. A horny desire fully fills my mind, and all I can do with it is looking at his body from a distance. Longing.
“To be honest, the way you look at me is quite sufficient. How often I’ve seen you at the platform, checking me out, and later jerked off at the thought of your desire for me.” Slowly he starts jerking himself, only the tip, using only two fingers. “I love to have you look at me. But let’s be honest, if we were to make out now, you would only fulfill that desire, using it up the process. Tied up like this, unable to get off, your desire for me only builds – I can see it in your eyes.” And he is right, frustratingly right. Being unable to get him only makes me want him more and my eyes are glued to his body. My horniness is driving me crazy.
“Let me feel your desire.” And with that, he starts jerking himself off in earnest. His hands touch his body all over. He’s fondling his own balls, gently sucking his own index finger, moving his hand up and down around his shaft. He is doing to himself everything I would want to do to him, and seeing it happen only makes me want it more. I’m moaning with desire for him. Struggling against my bonds, even though I know it’s futile. I want his body against mine. But instead, he’s making me watch – and enjoying it. He’s intensely looking at my eyes, as if he wants to drink in the longing in them. I see his back arch a little. Small perfectly round drops of sweat forming on his forehead, his beautiful toes curl a little. And as I moan with desire for his body, he starts moaning too. Then he tenses, and it’s as if a beautiful wave spreads across his body, making his whole skin shiver. Making my skin shiver. And then he erupts. His eyes locked with mine, strings of cum all over his belly and chest.
But while he is spent, my state has not changed. If anything, it made me hornier. I look at the beads of cum, which I would love to lick from his body. His chest rising up and down, expanding in a mesmerizing way, as he is recovering from his orgasm. His cock, still stiff, though it seems to be a bit less so than before, which I would love to suck clean. As I watch his gorgeous body, there is nothing I desire more than to feel it against mine.
He smiles at me, “would you like to stay for the night?”