ILoveToPlease

Thanks for he tip. trying it now. Alone in my barcelona hotel room...

can anyone recommend any chat programs to find spanish speaking men? BBRT seems pretty deserted for Barcelona?

I was headed to Amsterdam and I was super excited I was conservative in real life but my brain was a different place. I was keen to explore somewhere where noone knew who I was. I was 19 and had had a couple of sexual experiences, with both boys and girls, but despite my 6'4 muscular built frame I had a very submissive side. My hottest experience to date had been an anonymous beat hook-up with an older man who had gruffly told me what to do while throatfucking me in the bushes. For this reason I was keen to try some Dom/Sub fetish kink when I visited Amsterdam. I had done some reading prior to travel and found a club which had a "slave night". That sounded hot. A breif outline suggested that for safety there was a pre-agreed contract and that "slaves" could nominate a safe word, and whether sex would be with a condom or bareback. I had played around a few times only, only done anal sex once, and never bareback. I didn't even know PreP was a thing. I was super keen to at least see slave night, but it coincided with my first night in Amsterdam. I was jetlagged as fuck, and to try to get over the insult of having my large frame crushed into an economy seat for the long haul there I had been drinking heavily. I had time to find my hotel and have a shower before stumbling back out into the street not knowing if it was actually the correct day. Despite this I managed to navigate to the strip where the club was located and find my way to the casheir. This is when I first realised I had a problem. I had expected the staff to know some English, and I wasn't sure if he was faking it or not, but the older guy manning the register appeared to know none. I pointed to the poster advertising "slave night" and he managed to say "Are you slave? Slaves free." Free sounded good so I nodded and said "slave" and he handed me a clip board. The form on the clipboard was all in flemish. I didn't understand a word of it. "slave contract" the casheir managed to say, but when I enquired about safe words and safe sex he just looked confused and said "slave sign. Gift". I was very keen to get in the club and it sounded like he was sweetening the deal with a gift, so I signed the form and handed it back. "Good" he grunted before pointing me to the door to the side. Once inside it was very dark, and before my eyes could adjust a different older man dressed in leathers came to usher me to a side room. "slaves strip here" he said offering me a jock strap. "Will return for clothes". I went into the side room and found a couple of other older guys changing into their straps. Sadly all their conversation was in dutch so they were no help. I changed into my jock and the man returned to collect my clothes. He said something in flemish that I did not understand, but the others did. they lined up close together and I followed to fit in. The man in leather then proceeded to lock wrist and ankle cuffs on us followed by collars. He then chained us together collar to collar in a line before leading us into the main room. The room was darker than the changing room and could not see well, but I knew the room was full of men awaiting the spectacle. The effects of the alcohol were still with me and I had to grab the shoulder of the man in front to stop myself falling before I got used to the dark. There was some cheering from the crowed and before I knew it I was disconnected from the men in front and behind and led to a side stool. There I had my collar refastened, but additionally my ankles and wrists were fastened with me bent over a low padded frame. This was not how I had imagined things at all! When was the auction? what was going to happen next? Just as I was having all these thoughts a powerful older bear step in front of me. He was wearing chaps and leather chest straps, but nothing else. His huge cock hung in front of my face and I could see that is was peirced. My eyes followed it up, admiring his hair and lingering over the tattoo below his navel before progressing up. My eyes met his and he gave a sly grin before saying "master now" and pointing to himself before following with "Suck!". He slapped me in the face with his stiffening member and as i opened my mouth in shock he shoved it in. Initially I gagged but soon adjusted and did my best to pleasure what of his massive cock I could fit in my mouth. He was soon hard as a rock, but I think a little disappointed that I could not take him all in my throat without gagging. He withdrew his cock and slapped me in the face with it again. At this time I could see more closely the tattoo above his cock. A nice neat scorpion. It looked hot, but I did not know the significance. He spat on his hand and bent over me to jam his fingers in my ass. Then simply said "Fuck". At this time he stepped behind me and spat directly on my ass. he pushed me forward and higher on the stool and spread my ass cheeks before rubbing his cock on my ass. At this stage I realised I didn't know what the safe word was and I tried to twist my head back to ask. As I did the collar caught and held me in place. I tried to turn my head but could only manage so far and as I said the word condom a ball gag was shoved in my mouth and secured at the back. A fresh bottle of poppers was held to my nose and as I felt my face flush and my heart race so I felt the peirced head of his cock start to work inside my hole. I yelped as the head popped through the sphincter but that was just met with a firm slap on my ass. More spit was applied and popprs were again held under my nose. I sniffed hungrily and as I felt the burn in my nostrils so I felt another hard slap on my ass and the advancement of the monster into me a little deeper. Successive slaps and thrusts followed until I could feel the tip of his cock deep in my guts and his huge full balls pressing my own. He paused to take a deep breath before adjusting his hands so that he gripped my hips firmly. He fed me another hit of poppers, but that was his final kindness. He started fucking me like I was an object for use. The spit was inadequate lube and I could feel the peircing tearing my sides, but he did not stop. I tried to get off the stool, but the restraints held me firm. He was using me like this if I liked it or not. He continued with long rough strokes for some time, quickening or slowing his pace as he liked to suit his own pleasure. The pain was intense and I was thankful for the last bit of alcohol I had on board, but the dark room and my jetlag made it hard to know how long he pumped me. He again adjusted his grip to have one hand on my shoulder and the other my hips and begain to again quicken his pace. This time however he did not slow but got faster and faster until his balls slammed into mine one last time, he gave out a guttoral half roar and I felt his hips buck as he throbbed and twitched inside me, shooting rope after rope of his jizz into my torn up insides. He held there for a while twitching, before withdrawing and leaving without so much as a parting word. A few minutes later my restraints were unlocked and I was led blinking back to the change room where my clothes were waiting. The combination of Alcohol, jetlag and what had happened left me bewildered. I got dressed quickly and headed for the door without making eye contact. I glanced at the guy on the door briefly as a pitiful plea to open the door and he let me out. As I stepped through the threshold he said "Enjoy your gift". I hurried back to my hotel, fell straight into bed and passed out/slept immediately. The next morning there was a crust of cum and blood in my underpants, which was enough to convince me that the events of the night before were not just all an alcohol and sleep deprivation induced dream. I beat off hard and blew a massive load all over my own chest in bed, To reinforce that truth 2 weeks later I came down with a raging fever. I now understand the significance of the scorpion tattoo and the gift I received on my Amsterdam trip.

I am travelling to Barcelona in about a months time. Anyone familiar with this place keen to show a bareback virgin around and help initiate me?

Fuck this is hot. this is how I want my first time to be.

I am visiting Barcelona at the end on April. Anly locals want to hook up? I am a bareback virgin,. but looking to overcome my shyness.