When I read the title of this thread, I had to create a profile to tell a story that happened to me last year, because I cannot really talk about it in person due to my personal and professional situation and I need to share it with someone. I am bisexual and always had a fascination for oriental men and especially for the turkish Hamam. I imagined it like in an exotic fairy tale with turkish hunks all around and you get a massage that eventually leads to steamy sex. So I was very keen to visit one while I was in Istanbul for two days due to a layover flight for work and I was all alone. Instead it was a very rough and sobering experience.
I checked an online guide to find recommendations for a suitable Hamam that caters to a homosexual audience. When I went there I didn't really find the entrance at first, because it was located on the backside of a very run-down looking building. You had to ring a bell and it took two trys before I got buzzed in. I walked down a couple of steps before I reached the reception area. A very bored looking guy looked at me and wrote down a number on a piece of paper. At first I didn't really understand what he wanted from me, but it became clear that the number was supposed to be the entrance fee. I realized that it was triple the amount of turkish lira that was advertised, but when I pointed it out to him he only said "full". I didn't really want to argue and paid so I could go inside and have a look. The reception guy then gave me a towel and showed me where I should change. I went inside one of the changing closets and undressed myself. When I opened the door three older turkish guys were suddenly standing in front of the closet like they were waiting for me. Before I could say or react in any shape or form they took me in between them and dragged me away. I was so perplexed that I didn't resist. They shoved me inside one of the dark cabins that were meant for fucking and bend me over the cushion bench on the wall. They were so horny that it took only a few seconds before I felt one of them spit on my hole and shove his cock up my ass. Since he didn't bother to properly prepare my hole and forced his cock all the way inside, it hurt quite a lot. I told them to stop and tried to get up, but the other two held me down and put my hands behind my back. There was nothing I could do but to try not to tense my anus so it wouldnt hurt more than it did, which was really fucking hard. I just lay there while all three of them took their turns fucking me and talking in turkish with each other. I figured that they enjoyed raping me when I had to moan from pain and all three of them laughed. I didn't even realize at first that they were fucking me bareback until the first one came and his cum was dripping from my hole when he pulled out. Fortunately for me it only took them a few minutes each before they had dumped their load and were finished with me. I don't know exactly, but I think after about 10 minutes they finally let go off me and went away. They just left me there like a used piece of trash on the cushion in the cabin. My hole was aching and I am not sure how long I remained inside that cabin before I finally had the strength to get up again. I was hobbling because I felt every step and immediately went back to the changing closet to dress myself and leave the facility. When I came across the reception area the guy was grinning at me and said "bye". The way he looked at me made it pretty clear that he knew exactly what had happened and thought of me like a stupid victim. And I was, because as a foreigner I would and could not go to the turkish police and tell them that I had been raped in a gay hamam. I went back to my hotel which was a walk of shame because of my aching and dripping hole. The shame was even greater when I checked my wallet and saw that someone must have taken out all the bills, even the Dollars, which I needed because you could not pay anything simply by swiping a card.
Even though I cannot prove it, but to this day I am very convinced that the guy at the entrance was the scheming one behind it all. He pretended like the Hamam was crowded and took more money from me as an entrance fee to check how much I have. I also think that the Hamam was actually pretty much empty, even though I never really went inside and saw it myself, and he told the three remaining local guys in the Haman that a foreigner is in the changing closet and that they should wait for me to fuck me. And he was probably also the one that went through all my stuff in the closet and stole my money all the while I was being gang raped in the cabin.
My fairy tale visit to a Hamam in Istanbul was very short, painful and I lost about 160 Dollars in cash. Take it as a warning or a means to get off, I don't care.
