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This story is fiction, and should be read as such. Parts of the story loosely evolve around some of my own experiences, but mostly is purely my own fantasy. I never experienced anything against my free will, drugged nor exploited against my will or knowledge. That is fantasy to spice up the story. Not even my age in the story is right. If you don’t agree to the theme, including drugs and pozzing, and how the story evolves, you should not read this story. Chapter 1: Berlin “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands were tied and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. How did this happen? How did I get here? I tried to gather my thoughts, but I felt disoriented and my memory was fuzzy. I was 18 the first time I went to Berlin, fresh out of high school. Actually it was the first time I ever went anywhere abroad without my parents and sister. I was supposed to travel with my boyfriend for two years, but he had broken up with me a couple of weeks earlier. Even if he didn’t want to come, I never told my parents. I don’t think they would have agreed with me traveling by myself anyway. You know, being their only boy and mommy’s little cornerstone and all. No experience from the big and dangerous world. My dad had offered to take me to the airport that morning, but I told him that I would go with Martin, my boyfriend. I never told my parents that we’ve broken up. His uncle was going to drive us. Another lie. I took the train. By myself. To cut the story short, I made it to Berlin. Didn’t have any clue how to get to my pre-booked hotel, that is, the one that Martin had booked for us. I just took a cab. Turned out the hotel was in Schöneberg, which turned out to be the main gay district of Berlin. Actually seeing all the pride flags all over gave me a hard on. When I checked in at the hotel, it was just around noon, and I had no idea what to do, so I signed up for a hop-on-hop-off bus tour, so at least I could say I’ve seen the city. After dinner I wanted to go to a gay bar, as I’ve never been to one before. The first place I walked by with a pride flag on it was Connection Club, but it didn’t seem to open until later. Right next to it was a fetish store. I stopped to look for a moment, but all the fetish stuff they were selling didn’t really interest me, and I really wanted to visit a gay bar for the first time. Prinzknecht right next to it seemed to be open. I stepped inside, and it was actually quite crowded. I went to the counter, where the bartender asked me something in German, which I didn’t understand. Being only 18 I wasn’t much experienced in bars in general either, so I kinda stottered “A beer?” Even forgot the “please”. Noticing my insecurity, and not quite knowing what kind of beer, he just handed me a lager. I paid him and started looking for a place to sit down. I found one spot by the window. I noticed a lot of the men in there staring at me. I was too scared to talk to any of them. That beer probably went down too fast. I ordered another one. Two beers later, still haven’t said a word to anybody. Just noticing that the other guys stared at me from top to bottom. I asked the bartender where the toilet was, and he pointed to the back of the room. I had to pass an awful lot of men to get there. Their eyes were following my every step and movement. I emptied my bladder at the pissoir. Men from the bar walked by me, tried to make eye contact. They continued through an opening in the back of the bathroom and down some stairs. What was there, I thought. The curiosity got the better of me, and I followed. Men were standing in dark corners, like they were waiting for something. I walked into a dark room. It was pit dark as my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. Someone took my hand a led it towards his crotch. I felt his cock. Another bearded leather guy put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. I moaned, most out of the surprise being groped by strange men. I felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. When a hand moved inside my jeans, and a finger tried to force itself inside my asshole, I panicked. I pulled away, and found my way back to the stairs. I ran back upstairs, moved quickly through the bathroom and the bar and back onto the street. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That’s when I met Gabriel. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the hot looking latino. I was about to tell him about my unwanted attention in the basement at the Prinzknecht, but decided not to. For an experienced gay guy this was probably exactly what he would have been expecting in a dark room behind the gay bar. I had read many gay stories and seen videos posted on the internet. Those videos had also turned me on, but never having experienced anything like this, and being all by myself in a gay bar for the first time, it scared me not being in control. So I just told Gabriel that I wanted to get away from two guys who had tried to rob me, and had been chasing me around a couple of blocks. A lie, and Gabriel probably knew it. He could have seen me coming out of Prinzknecht. He was friendly and didn’t show that he didn’t believe my story. He told me that he was originally from Portugal, but that he lived in Berlin. We chatted for a while. He was easy to talk to, and I probably told him way more about myself than I should have. Even about the break up with my boyfriend. He asked me if I was on PrEP, but when I didn’t seem know what that was, he just said “Not important” and blew it off. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. I didn’t hesitate, and said yes. It was when I entered his apartment he told me that he charged 200 euros for an hour, or 400 for the whole night. “What? You’re an escort?” I asked, being shocked. He had been flirting with me, but I hadn’t expected him to be a prostitute. Being inexperienced, I hadn’t seen the signs. “I don’t have that kind of money,” which was true, being a student at home. I expected Gabriel to be mad at me, but he was calm. Instead he suggested that we went to bar, and continue our conversation. I should have refused and go back to my hotel, but in a strange way I liked Gabriel, so I agreed to his suggestion. We went to bar called Bull. There were not many people there, even at 11 p.m. What I found out later was that Bull didn’t get full until the other bars closed, but I didn’t know that then. Gabriel said he wanted to buy me a drink, and asked me what I wanted. After what had happened on my first day so far, I wanted to be sober and stay in control, so no other surprises would occur. “A coke,” I said. Gabriel stood up and went to the bar. When he was there he talked to a couple of skinheads that he obviously knew. He brought me the coke, said he was sorry, but there was something he had to take care of, but added he would be right back, and went back to the two skinheads. They went into the backroom and were gone for a couple of minutes. After a few minutes he came back to me, and I noticed that he had a big pile of what seemed like 50 euro bills that he put in his pocket. He sat down, and asked me if everything was fine. “Sure,” I said. I didn’t take too much notice of the money he had been given, as I already knew he was an escort, so I guess it was payment for some sexual services. As I was taking sips of my drink, Gabriel was asking me about myself. Before I knew it, my mind was getting fuzzy and I had a hard time focusing on everything around me. That’s when I saw the two skinheads joining us at the table. And that’s when I realized that I had been drugged and that Gabriel had sold me to the skinheads. That’s the last thing I remembered, and now we’re back to where the story started…

The more you know. Thanks for clarifying. I'd have thought the combination of a more liberal climate and a decent gay scene would have made a fertile field (pardon the pun) for bathhouses that are not fuck free zones. I mean do you all ask pronouns and whether I can touch you? (Kidding but not entirely) Again...wow! If those were the questions you asked out there, they'd be the same questions I asked on the East Coast and never had any issues. Are people that uptight? And do they put on their profiles that they like candlelight dinners and long walks on the beach? 🤣 East Coast, there's a lot of activity on Sniffies and most people looking also host with more bare backers by me than not. BBRT can be flakey (no one hosts, few real responses), and that leaves NastyKinkPigs for the hardcore stuff. Disclaimer: If you don't live in or near Lauderdale, It's a crap shoot (I'm on the Gulf south of Tampa, aka God's Waiting Room), average age tends to be...well, don't make me go there. 🤣

I'd hope our UK brethren here could weigh in on this, using the examples of Tory, Labour and Liberals. The labels of conservative and liberal are relative. Maybe even Canadians offering their views. Do we even have UK or Canadian conservatives here? Anyone from Alberta? 😉

I wish him well, and it seems like the conclave coalesced around a new Pope in nearly record time. As a New Yorker, I'd hoped for Dolan as he's more charismatic and pragmatic in nature, but having a Pope from the US is a pretty big step for an institution that has almost never gone outside Europe for a choice. For those unaware, the Methodist Church came through a schism that basically split the church into factions that supported full inclusion of LGBTQIA++ persons, and those who took a harder line. And there are a lot fewer Methodist churches as a result (an Aunt's church recently split into a non-denominational aligned with old Methodism). What I hope is that the pendulum doesn't swing so far as to create another schism in the Catholic Church. A number of commentators are suggesting that his views align with Francis who really edged the church toward being more liberal (Catholicism doesn't change quickly or radically, so don't expect married Catholic clergy or gay weddings in our lifetimes), so guess we'll see how it plays out.

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I too have fucked or been fucked of guys of all manner of ethnicities and will continue to do so. However, I noticed a few years ago that I had, quite unconsciously at that time, been gravitating towards Asian men. Since I realised that I have tended to consciously seek out Asian guys on the apps and by the choice of some of the cities I visit for sex. I still fuck with other guys whenever the opportunity arises but I always gravitate back. Some of my Asian friends have nicknames for me like rice queen or say that I have yellow fever. All that said I still fantasise about sex with black guys and Latino guys but I have very little opportunity. I don’t see my preference as a fetish and I don’t mention it on app profiles as I wouldn’t want guys to see it as either exclusionary or a fetish. I might add that Asian is a very broad category and there are lots of variations between ethnicities, regions and countries and I enjoy the diversity enormously.

instincts? - i love the whole idea of it and get turned on by seeing a slut bred in front of a crowd - i love the feel of sloshing around in a wet cunt. i'm as queer as a$3 bill but i do sometimes miss the slip-n-slide feel of a real pussy. this comes closest- a cum filled stretched hole - i'm unaware of any concept of pushing my competitors' babies out of the way. - but my problem is not instinct but ptsd. 😜i gotta get fucking dr fauci's "you're all gonna die!" hysteria out of my mind. it's bizarro world where my brain is going "this is 🔥af!" and my dick is going "danger! danger will robinson! abort mission" the opposite of most sex scenarios where my brain is "this is creepy and totally unwoke" and my dick just hardens more like "fuck yeah! use that stupid bitch" 😜

And who could ever forget, "Corn pop was a bad dude" or "I have hairy legs". (ahem) [think before following links] https://youtu.be/oqiOeiG4VNo?si=-z6IhhZDIb8iLqFV I wish I had an answer to why he seemed to always be sniffing people's hair, but on so many occasions he simply seemed lost. I have a non-verbal autistic relative who associates by smell. When I'd visit him, he'd walk up to people to smell them and if he recognized them by that, he'd be ok with you being there. While that is likely not the case with Biden, you have to wonder about whether that is something psychological at play. And too, too many things were chalked off as "Joe being Joe", such as his racist comments (the one about "if you aren't voting for me, you aren't black" on Charlemagne the God's radio show, or 'in order to walk into a convenience store you need to have a slight Indian accent'), but let's be honest, the treatment of those by the media we know would be completely different if President Trump were to say the same thing.

How much did uncle Donald pay to the other cardinals? And Leo had a strange look. I think he was huffing on poppers on the rim seat. Amen.

Great story

Awesome story!!!

Well written and incredibly hot!

Thanks to Pope Joan, they gotta make sure the Pope ain't got a pussy...

Leave Pope Leone XIV alone. He just had to sit on a rim seat and have his balls checked by an assortment of Cardinals.

It's definitely not deep knowledge on my part, I had never heard of him. The quotes from the NYTimes say he expressed disappointment that some Western media held "sympathy for beliefs and practices that are at odds with the gospel," in particular, the "homosexual lifestyle" and "alternative families comprised of same-sex partners and their adopted children." Prevost also opposed a government plan in Peru to add gender studies instruction in classrooms, telling local media "The promotion of gender ideology is confusing, because it seeks to create genders that don’t exist." But it is a first impression. Often people exhibit many dimensions, and it is very hard to summarize an entire future-life from past actions. I am personally more concerned not about his beliefs but about how he puts them into action; hoping non-violence/tolerance will inform his actions. The NYTimes has been wrong before... Here's his twitter feed if folks wish to do more research:

Great chapters! Piggy and a little romantic at the same time. Thanks for sharing this with us @chunkychains!

Curious as to where you got your information that he is a “fierce opponent of same-sex marriage and gender studies in the classroom”. Has he published articles on his opinions? Francis would not approve of same sex marriages but it was known he would not interfere if a priest was willing to “bless” a same sex union.

Apparently, like many other Americans, he has difficulty with some of the shorter words in English. "All", for example.

The first American Pope Leone XIV (was Robert Francis Cardinal Prevost from Chicago) is described as a fierce opponent of same-sex marriage and gender studies in classrooms. "Peace be with all of you!" - the first words of the 267th Bishop of Rome. Sounds as if he has taken actions against these things he doesn't like rather than co-existing. And the wheels of the Popemobile turn like lady fortune.... I am not Catholic but did appreciate Pope Francis' ability to co-exist even if he didn't approve of things, even pursue reconciliation and love.

Oh damn that's woofy hot - love bottoms that love the stretch! 😉 Sounds like though there is a bit of window where it starts as a good rough stretch and then if too much and you spasm then its over. Wondering if something like a small buttplug to loosen you up a bit as a baseline - some a few hours before getting fucked might be enough. Open you up a bit more so you don't cramp, but still leave you tight enough for your top to enjoy opening you! 😉 [and vise versa]

I love fucking a recently bred hole. The smell of another guy’s spunk inside a hot hole makes my cock rock hard. I love the feeling of another guy’s semen on my cock as I’m fucking the bottom. Then my release and the addition of my copious man cream in the hope that soon, another guy will feel my remnant spunk and add his to that hungry hole!

Good writing… captures several glorious moments in the journey. Cherished shared pleasures and confident fraternity building.

One of the plusses of girth is that your cock is apt to hit all those "feel good" spots without much effort - "just" [hehe perhaps easier said than done] mash it in and it will hit the spots. Maybe even hit them really hard, depending on curves and other anatomy compatibility. 🙂 But of course, girth/size not required. You can actually buck into those awesome spots with any size cock head and make the bottom really happy too. Just have to aim / use the right positions more 🙂. Also depends on curves, etc but still have to be more intentional. I know when I fuck I have two modes: the fucking I wanna do because it feels amazing on my cock, and the fucking I wanna do because it drives the bottom crazy. There is some overlap for sure ...

What a Hot story. Wish I was Kevin 💦

Love discovering a load up past that deep ring, so when entering you don't realize he's been bred until you muscle in deep and then all of a sudden your cock is very warm and wet as you break the seal. SO makes me wanna fuck so much more and harder, but ya, my cock is gonna displace some of that jizz for sure. But maybe the process of grinding it around in there makes more of that load "soak in" so to speak. Fucking style matters of course - long strokes full in and out - definitely pull more of that load out. Bucking that bottom nice and deep and just muscling in and out of that deep ring, staying in fairly deep the whole time, is way less messy and keeps more of the jizz in. Like a bit of both myself - its really hot to pull out and see your veiny manhood soaked in the other guys load. Definitely gonna make sure I "top him off" before I'm done though. Imagine both loads are on an equal enough playing field.