Was I Drugged or What?

[Hotload84]

I went out on Monday night around town, starting out slowly as I wanted to pace myself, as this was the first time I’d experienced a true 24-hour drinking session since the law was passed here in the UK. I was wearing a pair of stone washed jeans, a blue and white vertically striped shirt which being a medium, showed off my rather thick set upper body quite nicely, and a pair of brown leather loathers. I was freshly shaven, skin silky smooth, and my hair was number 2 cropped. If I may say so, I looked hot.

The night started in Mardi Gras, where there was a cabaret show, followed by a strip show. After this, we went across the road to a bar known as trades. It’s a private members bar which I had joined only the previous night. As you walk in there’s a toilet on the left (which is used as a toilet), and the room then opens up to this great big cavernous bar. The long, billeted aluminium bar is on the left, and runs the length of the place. Inside the bar itself are TVs playing porn so you can keep aroused whilst waiting for a beer. There’s a cage in the middle of the dance floor where twinks porn stars do everything you want. As I walked in they were barebacking each other, which got me mega hot. This was a private bar, for men to do their things. The whole place is dark, with flashing lights, and dry ice... giving a nice atmosphere to it.

After a while of drinking, perving at other guys, I decided to go to the other toilets, these ones are renowned for sleaze. In here, I sucked a few guys off, bent over the toilet and took one load in me from a guy who I didn't especially like, but I was horny and…well, yeah. The night continued in this fashion, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck. At about 3:00 A.M. I’d had enough and wanted a change of scenery. We headed back to the Trades Hotel which had a bar which stayed open as long as it was profitable to do so. We carried on drinking here, and the bar filled up as other residents and drinkers came to the place as other venues in town shut down. By about 5:00 A.M. it was packed. Now, Trades Hotel is a cheap men’s hotel. It is renowned for what happens in the corridors in the wee hours of the morning.

One of my last memories is walking the corridors, trying people’s doors (as is the recognised practise for getting laid at Trades), when I passed this guy. Without even thinking about it… I blurted-out "Do you know where I can get some spunk in my hole?” He nodded for me to follow, which I did. I have very vague memories of dropping my pants in his room, taking a huge hit of poppers, spreading my legs and him ramming his cock deep into me without any lube. I think this was around 5:20 A.M.

The next memory I have is coming to my senses, in the doggy position, with a horrible head ache, spread-eagle on the bed, a guy ramming his cock into my hole. I looked out the window, it was sunny, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:45 A.M.! SHIT! What had happened? Then I came aware of the state of my hole. It was so sloppy, sticky, and sore, obviously not from one guy. I groaned, and guy fucking me stopped. I looked at him, and he was kinda hot, about 5’11” tall, quite thick set, decent pecs, flat stomach, big arms and a demonic sort of grin and stare. I guess I made a good decision. He pulled out of me and we chatted for a while. I told him I had no recollection at all of what happened. He just smirked and looked at a glass of what looked like cola on the side table. Now, I never drink cola, not even with vodka, so I know I hadn’t ordered it. Then he asked me “So you don’t remember being the hotel whore?” I didn’t, I didn’t remember a thing. I’m guessing that in my very drunken stupor the guy had gotten me to drink this cola, which must have had something in it?

We exchanged telephone numbers, I made my excuses, stood up and left, spunk pouring out of my hole with each step I took. Man, I’d been abused BIG time. In the car on the way home later that day, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what the night's activities as my mate drove us back to Yorkshire. Vague memories kept flashing back to me, but I’m unable to tell if they’re memories or fantasies.

I dropped the guy a text and asked what exactly had happened. He just replied that he’d kept the door open after he’d fucked me a few times, and gone back to the bar and told everyone there that there was a guy off his head taking all loads, and gave out the room number! Apparently, at one stage I was begging for a poz load. Whether I got it or not he wouldn’t say, and I sure as hell can’t remember. God knows how many fucked me that night, but it’s safe to say I don’t remember any of them… but suddenly, all the “hello’s” and other greetings I’d got as I left the hotel only a few hours earlier made sense…. They’d probably all dumped a load or two in me. There was young guys to filthy old men at the Trades - some guys who were very appealing, and some I wouldn’t dream of fucking with - skinny, fat… you name it, they were there. I’ve fantasized about doing something like that for ages, but I never expected to actually ever go through with it. Common sense always seemed to kick in… but I must say… now I’ve done it (albeit, not corpus mentis), I fucking love it! Definitely be doing it again… who knows, next time hopefully it’ll be in a sling!!

Edited December 24, 2012 by Hotload84

[PopCultureofPorn]

Sounds like one HOT time... if only they had video taped it for you, so you could watch it all happen!

[mike43]

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[fisterm8]

sounds like you had GBH or GBL......can cause death if taken with alcohol as it causes user to become unconscious very fast and or produce memory loss - it is also difficult to gauge dosage as it effects everyone differently.....sounds like you were date raped.

[Hotload84]

sounds like you had GBH or GBL......can cause death if taken with alcohol as it causes user to become unconscious very fast and or produce memory loss - it is also difficult to gauge dosage as it effects everyone differently.....sounds like you were date raped.

Fortunately, Fisterm8, this story is just that - a story. I honestly don't know if there's any actual history behind it, but I agree with you that this story describes a situation that seems very close to date rape, if not actual rape.

[Party Cum Hole]

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[AlwaysOpen]

Here is another hot little story from 10 years ago,  now I need those fine UK members to direct me to this Trades Hotel, and if you happen to have a discount code...lol

[SpectreAgent]

21 hours ago, AlwaysOpen said:

Here is another hot little story from 10 years ago,  now I need those fine UK members to direct me to this Trades Hotel, and if you happen to have a discount code...lol

It may be a story but, trust me, Trades Hotel in Blackpool is very real. And although nothing like that ever happened to me there, it is - or was - possible to be the good time had by all there. I haven’t been since the pandemic but even before that I felt the hotel had somewhat declined and diminished. What is once had was a sleazy uniqueness which has now been diluted by other hotels in the town. I’ll always have a soft spot (pun intended) for dear old Trades, though. I’ve had some wild nights there in the past. 

[foryouruse]

Can I ask the place most recommended in NYC? I miss Man’s Country in NY and Chicago. I’m verse at low levels and a total hole at stronger ones, but I had a great time with just lube and talented tops. Some of the most fun was with a beefy Latino guy who said he just wanted to give me a massage. It was just stealth bumps to ramp me up, but I still remember begging.

Now it seems like a lot of the guys stealth you, video, clone you phone, and want to blackmail you

i couldn’t attach any videos with this, but most of my profile is down after a bad date.

[SlampaBay]

16 hours ago, foryouruse said:

Can I ask the place most recommended in NYC? I miss Man’s Country in NY and Chicago.

Man's Country in NY? When was that? I lived in NYC since the mid-80's and never heard of that one. 

[meetme]

2 hours ago, SlampaBay said:

Man's Country in NY? When was that? I lived in NYC since the mid-80's and never heard of that one. 

Man’s Country was on East 15th Street, it was notable for having a full size truck on one of its floors to approximate the real experience of the docks on the other side of town. It closed early under the treat of AIDS, but for a few years, like 1976, it was there.

[TaKinGDeePanal]

On 4/9/2023 at 8:00 AM, RawPlug said:

It may be a story but, trust me, Trades Hotel in Blackpool is very real. And although nothing like that ever happened to me there, it is - or was - possible to be the good time had by all there. I haven’t been since the pandemic but even before that I felt the hotel had somewhat declined and diminished. What is once had was a sleazy uniqueness which has now been diluted by other hotels in the town. I’ll always have a soft spot (pun intended) for dear old Trades, though. I’ve had some wild nights there in the past. 

Blackpool has been on the decline for a long time. I stayed there in March 2011 (Kings Hotel - now Kings Boutique Hotel). The guy who owned it used to be Stanley Matthews' milkman (and to the wider world, that is NOT a euphemism). Apparently, though, the hotel has now changed hands and is a lot better.

[SpectreAgent]

6 hours ago, TaKinGDeePanal said:

Blackpool has been on the decline for a long time. I stayed there in March 2011 (Kings Hotel - now Kings Boutique Hotel). The guy who owned it used to be Stanley Matthews' milkman (and to the wider world, that is NOT a euphemism). Apparently, though, the hotel has now changed hands and is a lot better.

It’s very sad to see how much Blackpool has declined. That said, the PA (Prince Albert) Hotel is well worth a visit…