ILoveToPlease

I had only been in the job for a few weeks, but that was long enough to justify an invitation to the work Christmas party. As my first job out of school this was never going to be my forever job, but I still didn’t want to make a fool of myself at my first Christmas party. I was pretty nervous about going, especially as I had been flirting with the much older guy in accounting. Flirting may not be the best description given my clumsy attempts at inuendo, but he had been very patient with my corny lines, like “want to give me another load” when I came to collect the mail. He was obviously gay, probably late 30s, but in amazing shape. Taller than me and very well groomed. I had always known I was gay but had always been too scared to let that show at school. I was a total virgin, but having just turned 18 and joined the adult environment of the workplace I was slowly coming into myself. I still dressed terribly, and really fulfilled the image of a “twink” without really wanting or trying to. I don’t think he had any doubts that I was into him but seemed to regard it as a schoolboy crush and nothing serious. Up until today he had barely said anything other then being polite, but having asked again if he had a load for me he replied with “be careful what you wish for sweetheart or you might get more than you bargain for”. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I did know it made my cock twitch in my pants. I was nervous as hell going to the Christmas party alone, but managed to walk into the bar without sweating too much. Inside I was devastated to see the target of my inuendo snuggling up to his boyfriend. The invitation did allow for a plus one, but I didn’t have a plus one, and the thought had actually never occurred to me that he did. It hit me like a bit of a gut punch, but I didn’t want to let that show. I got myself a drink at the bar and went to mingle with the other lower down staff at their table. I figured I would have one drink, try to smile and look like it didn’t bother me, and then go home to be a lame loser at home. I chit chatted for a while about nothing in particular, finished my drink and suggested I needed to visit the men’s room. Figured I would quietly sneak out without anyone noticing after. I was just finishing in the men’s room, just zipped up and turned around when the boyfriend came in. Similar stature to my work colleague. Well groomed. Smelt delicious. I had to admit they were a good pair. He said a friendly hello. I tried to smile, but I was pretty down. “Don’t look so down Honey” he said. “After all, this is a party! I know just what you need”. Before I knew what was happening he had me backed up against the wall with his tongue in my mouth. I felt him transfer something into my mouth. He pushed me away, grabbed my hand and as he was writing something on it he said “Here, go to this address, they will give you what you need”. I stumbled out the men’s room door, reeling from my very unexpected first kiss. Thankfully the door was not visible to the main bar so none noticed my red face and I managed to slip away unnoticed as I had planned and stepped out onto the street. I started the dejected walk for home, but began to feel very weird. I remembered whatever it was that he transferred into my mouth and aster a bit of trying managed to fish it out. It looked like a child’s sticker. Just a square of paper with a smiley face emoji on it. Great, he just thought I was a kid. I tried to keep walking, but stumbled to the side. My legs were not working properly. I was a couple of miles from home, I wasn’t going to make it in this state. I looked at the back of my hand at what he had written. It was an address, not far away. I had to walk past it anyway. Maybe I could shelter there if I needed to? Thankfully it was only two doors down so I didn’t need to go far. By the time I got there everything was swimming. I couldn’t focus my eyes to even make out what sort of place this was. I couldn’t focus to use my phone. Maybe at least whoever was inside could help? I knocked on the door and collapsed on the front step. The door opened soon after and I was helped up by strong hands. My head was spinning and it was surreal to see the face of a bearded old fat man picking me up. In my bewildered state I stammered “Santa??” “Oh no” he half chuckled in a sadistic way. “But I do have a magic and very full sack that gives special gifts to good boys”. He dragged me inside, closed the door and dropped me in the hallway. “Don’t go away!” he joked and disappeared into another room. I heard what sounded like moving furniture and a few minutes later he returned. “Good boy for waiting” he said, “now come and see what is in my sack for you!” He picked me up by the hips and mostly dragged me doubled over into the room. He half threw me so my chest landed on a padded bench with a hole in it for a face like a massage table. It was only half length, so my legs hung from the hips off the end. Before I knew what was happening he had removed my shoes and socks. Then my pants and jocks. Then he worked me out of my shirt and jumper till I was naked, slumped face down over the bench. I he stepped back a few paces before I heard the digital snap sound of a phone camera. Then I heard him dialling and a brief terse conversation. “Got a live one here…. Yeah just sent you the pic of his ass…… I don’t care what you’re into this one will be worth it I promise…. Look, just get the guys…. I am going to make a start without you. I will leave the door unlocked. He looks pretty out of it, I reckon we have at least 4 hours. See you when you are here.” I heard him hang up and put the phone down, and then rustling, clunking and the occasional zipping sound, with the unmistakable jiggle of a belt buckle. “Time to empty my sack, Boi” he growled. “Get ready for your gift”. With that I heard the pffffftttt of gel being squeezed from a tube, followed by the schlick schilck schlick sound of it being worked onto a stiffening cock shaft. The excess gel was rubbed onto my hole before it was violated by one, then two, then three fingers. After a quick twist the fingers were withdrawn and I felt a heavy warm beer rub my back. I felt hands at my ass as one cheek was pulled aside and he guided himself to my hole. I felt him nudge the head inside before collapsing onto my back and forcing himself deep. I felt a searing pain as my ass tore to accommodate him and felt his hips back to get himself deeper. I felt his full ball sack pressing mine before he propped himself up on his arms and started stroking in and out. Slow at first, but building in speed as his pleasure grew. “Fuck that is a tight hole” he grunted, not to anyone in particular. “Is this your first fuck?” he teased, knowing full well I was incapable of responding. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you well stretched by the end of the night. Send you home properly bred. I am glad I get you to myself for a while before those sick bastards get here. Give my DNA a head start. I hope I am the one who knocks you up!” “Fuck…. So tight…. Really gripping me…. Fuck you want my load don’t you….. you want it….. dumb little fleshlight…. Fuck… get ready for my load…. That’s it…. That’s it…. Squeeze daddy’s cock….fuck yeah…. Fuck yeah…. Fuck yeah…. Take it… take it… take it…” the last words faded into grunts and I felt his balls tighten and his shaft throb and felt spurt after spurt of his toxic seed coating the bruised and bleeding walls of my asshole. He collapsed on my back, breathing heavily while his spasm faded. Then he withdrew and replaced his cock with a butt plug. “Give my seed a better chance to take root. Better go put some drinks in the chiller for the other guys. It is gonna be a long night”….

Maybe you can write that. I am more familiar with the btm role.

Wow, perhaps I should have had more water? Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the bar straight after working all day in the sun? How many drinks had I had? I am sure this is still my first one? How am I so drunk already? All of these thoughts drifted through the fog in my mind. It was unusual for me to have any money in my pocket, but the summer labouring job I had taken between finishing school and starting university meant I had a little, and the old guy I was contracting for had told me this was the place to come. I was tired after a day’s work, but my 18yo hormones and my raging boner said I was not ready to go straight back to my childhood bedroom in my mum’s basement. So here I was trying to work out how, after just half a drink, the room was spinning. What was in this drink anyway? He had told me to order a “first-timer special”. I had assumed that would be weak, but it must have been rocket fuel. It didn’t taste of much, just sweet with a bit of a metallic aftertaste. I glanced at the others in the bar. I stood out a bit here. My 6’4 muscular frame was in contrast to the fat older guys around the room. Most of them in their 60s with their primes well behind them. Thankfully they didn’t seem to notice I was struggling and alone so I thought maybe I could sneak out without them noticing I was a lightweight. I was just about to turn and go when one of them approached me. Unlike the others he actually appeared quite skinny and his face appeared a little gaunt or wasted. He was dressed almost entirely in black. “You should finish your drink before you go anywhere” he said. Oddly it seemed more like an instruction. I gulped the last third of the glass and he said “good boi” and grabbed my arm as I wobbled a little on my feet. “Before you go you should check out the back rooms” he said gently ushering me towards a door at the rear. I didn’t seem to be walking, but my feet were moving me the way he gently directed, more like I was floating. I went to say something, but the words disappeared before they left my mouth. Before I knew it I was though the back door and into a dark space. The only light was coming from a TV screen and the pulsing trance music was intoxicating. I felt my feet drift me towards the TV screen led by the man in black who was almost invisible in the darkness, like some surreal puppet master. My eyes fixed on the screen, and it took a while for my mind to compute. On the screen was a guy my age, naked, on some sort of swing seat being fucked. My mind swam again. What was this place? What am I doing here? I am not gay! The puppet-master placed my hands on the bench in front of me and I watched as if from afar as he placed cuffs onto my wrists and secured them to the bench. What was happening? I felt his hands roughly running over my body. Wait! I am not gay! His hands went lower, opening my jeans, pulling the band down on my jocks, releasing my rapidly stiffening cock. Wait! What does this mean? I am not gay! He deftly removed my shoes, socks, and quickly my jeans and jock. What was happening? Was this real? I was naked from the waist down! Was this a dream? My legs were floated open and my back gently pressed forwards such that I was over the bench and cuffs were placed on my ankles. I vaguely thought I should protest, but again words floated in my mind but went nowhere. I felt something cold on my asshole, rubbed roughly on by strong fingers. Worked into my hole. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. Twisting motions. Then the fingers were gone. There was a brief pause before something else was placed there. It was bigger. Warm. I felt hands grip my waist and the new thing eased inside. It slid a few inches in, stopped, withdrew a little then went deeper. Then deeper. Then I felt something soft gently brushing my balls. Like they were touching a copy of themselves. I felt a wasted abdomen slap against my ass cheeks. What was happening? One of the hands on my hip relocated to my chest. Groping furiously while I felt whatever was in my ass sliding. Slapping. Building speed. A hand gripped my cock and I knew it was hard. Pre-cum was flowing freely from the tip. The puppeteer increased his speed, what was even happening? Why was he grunting? What was he saying? It was guttural “Fuck……! Yes! take my toxic load! Grrrrr I am breeding you good! Good boi! Good boi!......” I felt it twitching inside me, Felt the thing pressing my balls tighten then relax, and then he was gone. The bench in front of me was drenched in my pre-cum and his DNA dripped from my asshole. Before I had time to even breathe new hands were on me. A new shaft was entering me. A different man stepped in front of me, his hard cock slapping my face. What? His what? What is this? I am not Gay! So why is his cock in my mouth? Why is he holding my head and shoving it down my throat? why is my cock rock hard? I don’t know how long I floated, but I was still dazed as the cuffs were released. I managed to pull on my jeans and stumble out the door just as dawn was breaking. Was it all a dream? Were there even that many men in that bar? Did any of that really happen? That dawn was definitely the start of a new era for me.

This might attract haters, but I am curious about trying elastrator bands. Anyone in Sydney with any experience. Apply below (excuse the pun).

Not sure how real time I will get a response here. I will be in Surry Hills friday this week. Looking for older tops to please. I am still a timid BB virgin, but hopefully some deviant fuckers from a place like this can change that? even if I am too timid to consent? Suggestions for where I might encounter some hot hungry tops?

Actually been thinkin about doing something like this. I am a timid BB virgin, but this might change that. I suggested to a guy on BBRT that I could pop a couple of pills just before I arrive a this place and surprisingly he was all for the idea... now so conflicted. scared and excited at the same time!

Comments appreciated!

As a young man I did some dumb things. Hormones often took control when better jugdement should have taken over. But dont we all make bad decisions when we are young and horny? I was a shy 18yo. Maybe straight, maybe bi, but horny as fuck. I spent most of my days online jerking off over whatever porn happened my way and cruising various chatrooms. I lived a little way from the city, but had just managed to save up for a car and was looking forward to enjoying my freedom. The more porn I looked at and more chatting I did the kinkier the material needed to be to give me a thrill. Somehow I stumbled into a gay fetish chat where I was instantly messaged by a guy in his 60s from my nearest big town. I was instantly out of my depth, but didn't want to come accross as the inexperienced wannabe that I was. He acused me of being a catfish, but having turned on my webcam to prove that i was indeed a 6'4, muscular, smooth faced 18yo he changed his tune. I felt I had gained the upper hand in the chat until he started using terminology I didn't understand. The picture he sent me of his massive full balls and veiny cock set below a hairy beer gut crisscrossed by leather straps put me in my place and it was clear who was the alpha. He also had an odd tattoo just above his cock that I elt I recognised from somewhere but couldn't place. It was like black three incomplete circles forming a triangle with another overlapping circle behind. I had never really even considered actually doing stuff with a guy, but the slight of those huge shaved balls and the veiny cock unlocked something in me that I didn't know was there. I think he knew he was onto something, because he pace of his messaging increased after sending the picture. Lots of talk about "using my boi hole" and "teaching me what I was for". Although it was hot it was also kinda scary as I had never had sex of any kind before and he was talking about "raping my ass bare" and "planting his DNA to claim ownership". It got a bit intense and I backed off, so he softened his pace somewhat. Suggested a meeting in a nature reserve on the edge of the city. He said it could be a fun place to cruise at night, exciting scouting the walking trails to see if anyone was about. He said the fresh cool air had a fun vibe and we could play a stalking game. I was curious about the stalking game. He just explained it could be a bit of fun. He would get there before me and set up a simple snare on one of the paths. He would then follow me quietly to see where I went. If I stumbled into his snare it meant he got to tie me up for some play fun. I had been reading a side thread about bondage, and was curious, but Being tied up and powerless seemed a bit concerning for me. He reassured me that the chances of me being caught were low and that it would just be some play fun. He would bind me loosely and let me wear a mouth opening gag. He assured me that my size meant that he would not be able to have power over me. I stressed that if anything did happen I would be interested in safe sex only. I was still nervous but he reassured me that the second I said no he would stop what he was doing. He said he was happy to just jerk off in the bushes if things didn't work and I was kinda interested to see that cock up close. Feeling confident in my physical capabilities and excited beyond the point of control I agreed to meet him. It was about a 20 minute drive from my place which he was glad of as he said it gave him time to set his snare. I drove the whole way feeling half crazy but also hard as a rock. It felt like my cock was driving the car and I got there without remembering any of the drive. I pulled off the main road onto a dirt side road and parked in what looked like the spot he had described. There were no street lights and the trees blocked the moon, so it was extremely dark. I had only noticed one other ar there when i arrived, a large SUV parked discreetly between some large trees and low bushes so i could not see if anyone was inside. I nervously got out of my car. The night wasn't cold, but I shivered anyway. I was running on a mix of adrenalie and hormones. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw an opening in the bushes ahead. Wary of stumbling into a snare I was cautious, but I was also super excited by the risky thrill! I cautiously made my way onto the path. My senses were on fire, listening to any other sounds I could hear. I am pretty sure I heard the sound or a car door quietly closing as I disappeared into the path. I walked slowly and carefully enjoying the excitement but watching for anything that might look like a snare. The night was still and my senses were acutely tuned to hear any crunch of gravel or snap of a twig that might indicate someone was following. About 50 meters into the wooded trail I came to a branch. Which way to turn. The left fork seemed slightly brighter and I thought I saw the grass was trampled so I thought perhaps the right? I looked closely down the left fork and saw what I thought was a branch suspiciously bent down. It was fun to have seen the snare, although I was a little disappointed how primitive and poorly disguised it was. Ah well game over I guess. I figured since I was there I would step into the bushes just off the path there and wait to see if he came. I might still see that big cock yet, but on my terms! I inched slightly into the bushes and was almost out of sight when I tripped. Dammit, It was dark and I had tripped on a stick. I tried to get up quickly before he came, but the stick must have caught my pants. I reached down to try to free it only to realise that the stick was tied to a rope that was now firmly around my ankle. Well played sir I thought and waited to see if my captor arrived. It didn't take long. He must have been closer than I had thought and he rapidly appeared and stood over me. In the dark I could just make out he was wearing cammos, he had obviously put some thought into this! "I win bitch! Now for your forfeit!" he barked and he quickly turned me over and pulled the tied stick up to one knee and fastened the other end to my other knee so I was kneeling with knees spread. The speed at which he tied me was very impressive, and it was immediately clear that he had some skills. He stepped in front of me and i could tell he was wearing a balaclava. I could make out almost nothing until the few pale shards of moonlight illuminated the massive cock and balls he had just flopped out or his open zipper. he moved closer and slapped his hardening cock onto my face. "like what you see boi" he said starting to jerk himself right near my face. As I opened my mouth to speak he grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself in. I had never sucked cock before but was getting a rapid crash course! "chew my cock bitch" he grunted "bite it!" I gentle squeezed it between my teeth and he gave out a guttoral grunted "fuck yeah" before he abruptly withdrew. "Show me your wrists" she said before grabbing them and binding them together from wrist to elbow. I was overwhelmed with the situation, but when I realised I couldn;t move my arms I felt a bit concerned. I started to say "wait...." but he just said "relax.... this is just a bit of fun. Open your mouth again." I opened my mouth and the gag was forced it. Before I could protest he had closed it behind my head. He held excess rope on my wrists so that when I tried to reach up to pull it out he stopped me. He bent down and twisted the rope from my wrists around the stick between my knees. With a quick tug he had tightened it any by using some sort of hitch he was able to completely overcome my resistance. "Now the real fun beings he said". He undid my pants and expertly lowered them as far as the leg bonds would allow. He gentle pushed me from behind so I could not help but topple forwards. He was immediately behind me with his face burried in my ass. strong hands on my back to stop me geting up. I strated to freak out. I tried to say no, but the gag made it sound more like grunts. "you like that dont you bitch" he said. I tried to scream no, but he chuckled and pretended like all he heard was grunts of pleasure. Suddenly he seemed to change his behaviour. "let's help you up boi" he said placing a stong arm under my armpit and heling me up and to the side. He spun me around and before I knew it I was falling again over a fallen tree. he quickly undid and then retied the rope tying my wrists to my knees on the underside of the tree before letting go for a second. I couldn;t tell what he was doing, but he was reaching under the tree, playing with the rope. Suddenly I realise he had places a thick branch in the rope and was twisting it, tightening the rope and moving my wrists closer to my knees and making me hug the fallen tree closer. The mechanical advantage of the branch meant I could not resist. despite my larger size. Once he was sufficiently satisfied he used another stick to jam that one in place before disappearing behind me. I heard him undressing before he stepped back up to me. "Noone can hear you here boi, it is just you and me. I am going to give you what I've got. You can fight it and I will tear you up, or you can relax and try to enjoy it. Either way I am gonna enjoy it. Part of me hopes you fight!" With that he started rimming my ass again, probing it deep with his tongue. He pulled a bottle of what I now know to be poppers out of his pocket. took a big hit and then held it to my nose. I couldn;t help but get some of it, and soon my heart was pounding and my face felt warm. I felt a cold squirt of Lube on my ass and one, then two, then three fingers twisting in my til now virgin asshole. He squirted on more lube and then I felt him slap his cock on my ass. He squeezed more lube on his cock and I heard him massage it on with that distinctive wet sound. he lined his cock up with my lubed hole before bending forwards simulaneously nudging the head of his cock into me with gentle pressure but also thrusting the poppers under my nose. I tried to shake my head to signal no, but he just laughed and said "its better for both of us if you do. I dont want to damage me cock. just your hole". He held the poppers to my nose and as the rush hit me I felt him slowly sliding in. At first it hurt a lot, but with each passing stoke my hole relaxed and the lube allowed him to slide deeper and deeper. I could feel his beer gut weighing on my back as he settled into a rhythm, getting deeper with each thrust until I felt his heavy scrotum pressing mine. "Fuck you're tight" he grunted as he tightened his grip on my hips and quickened his pace. "I am gonna breed you good you stupid little fuck" he taunted as his pleasure built, "you are going to get a lot more than you bargined for". The poppers and rush of the situation started to wear off and I realised he wasn;t wearing a condom. I tried to cry out, but he just grunted"shut up, you are breaking my concentration". He grabbed my by the balls to keep me still before thrusting so hard my hips ground painfully into the fallen tree. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck.... oh fuck.... yes... take my dirty load you stupid little cunt" he half shouted and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside. "Fuck yesssssss" he groaned emptying a massive amount of jizz deep into my guts and collapsing on my back. He held there, draining the last drops and catching his breath before pulling out and shoving a but plug in my bruised ass. "dont want you giving my gift back" he said as he trapped the jizz inside. I heared him getting dress and packing up his gear. He came back in front of me, spat in my face and said "I own you now boi" before giving me a sharp smack across the face. He dropped a knife on the groud just out of reach before freeing the stick he had used to tighten the bonds and strode off. I heard his car start and leave before I had manage to get even half the tension off the ropes and it was another 15 minutes before I could reach the knife to cut myself free. By the time I had gotten free, removed the butt plug and composed myself he was long gone and his seed was doing it's work. It was some weeks before I was brave enough to venture back into the chat room where I had first crossed his path, but having gotten over a viral illness I was feeling horny again. He refused to answer any of my messages unless I called him master and denied that he had even been there that night. He said he got a flat tyre on the way and never made it. It must have been someone else that I encountered, as it was a common cruising spot. Needless to say I now know the meaning of his tattoo.

I am just curious, but guys who I know are poz on meds or on PrEP seem to have cum that tastes bitter (like meds/chemicals). There seems to be less sweet tasting cum around now. Is this just in my head or have others noticed? Should I just change to taking it all in my ass instead?

Thanks everyone for the tips. I managed to score an anon hotel hook-up off MachoBB. HUGE cock and load! was only one, but what a one!

I know stealth is a sensitive topic, but any tops here (ideally older) would be able to push me over the edge if I am timid?

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?