The Traveller

[bberik]

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…

[bberik]

Chapter 1 – Part 2: Raped

“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 and legs were chained 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.

Completely exhausted, whatever they had been given me started to take effect. My body was swimming, I felt something was happening to my ass, and even if it felt like it was miles away, it felt good. I couldn’t tell how many they were, I just heard many voices, but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. It did not sound like English, and it did not sound like German.

The next time I came to it was all quiet. It was still dark, but the rag and the blindfold were gone. I tried to get up, but found I couldn’t move my limbs. I was not tied up anymore, but my limbs didn’t work like they were supposed to.

I must have dozed off again. Then woke up again. Now when I looked around I noticed the daylight coming through some dirty windows. I looked around and realized I was in some sort of a basement. I lot of questions popped up in my mind. What time was it? How did I get here? How long had I been here? What had happened? Had it all been a dream?

I tried to get up, and realized it had not been a dream. My ass was sore and leaking of cum. Lots of it. I was completely naked, and started looking around for my clothes. I didn’t find them. I didn’t find my wallet or phone either. Luckily I hadn’t brought any cards with me, just cash. My cards must still be in my hotel room.

How would I get back to my hotel? Where was I? And how would I find my way back without the gps on my phone?

I waited until it was dark again, hoping that there would be not so many people in the streets, as I was as naked as I was the day I was born. When it seemed late enough I tried to open the door, and had a look outside. Looked like I was in a building in a construction area. There was a hole in the fence towards the street outside. I looked through the hole and couldn’t see anybody. Seemed to be lucky so far. But where was I, and in what direction should I go?

I tried to keep to the darkest parts of the sidewalk, and made it down the first street without anybody spotting me. On the next street there was a car coming behind me. I tried to hide by getting into the shade from a broken street light.

A voice asked me if I was alright in German. It was the guy from the car, seemed to be in his mid 30’s. He had rolled down the side window. Eyeing a hope that he might drive me to the hotel, I stepped forward and told him that I had been robbed and was trying to find my way back to the hotel, but I had no idea where I was. He asked me what hotel I was staying at, and I told him.

“You’re walking in the wrong direction,” he told me. “I can take you there.” I felt relieved, and started walking towards the car. “But I won’t do it for free,” he continued.

“What? But I don’t have any money!” It was a shock.

“Don’t worry, I know how we can work this out.” He got out of the car, grabbed my arm, and led me into this completely dark and narrow side street. He held his left hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t scream, while I heard his other hand opening his belt.

He then whispered in my ear: “You will not make a sound. If you do, I will leave you here naked. But I will still fuck your nice little ass either way.” He waited for my nod, before he let his hand go from my mouth.

My ass was still sore, so it hurt a lot when the guy’s big cock slid in. “Condom, please” I sort of managed to say while I clenched my teeth together in pain. “I told you to shut up,” while he rammed my ass hard. “Besides, doesn’t seem like the other guys cared.” Then added “Whore!”

I used all of my energy to stay still and not make a sound, while he fucked me senseless. It hurt, but it felt good as he fucked me faster and harder. I noticed that my own cock was throbbing like crazy under me. “Are you ready for my poz load?” he whispered into my ear. Not that I knew what that was, but before I had the time to reply, he said “Not that it matters anyway, because it’s going in.” Just as he was saying I felt him shaking for a few seconds with his cock deep inside me, and I heard him grunt some. My cock exploded in the same moment.

“Good boy,” he said and patted me on my ass. “Now, let’s get you back to your hotel.” Suddenly he was all nice to me, and drove me back to my hotel. He even grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from his back seat, and told me to put it on.

Back at the hotel, I told the receptionist that I had been robbed, and that I had lost my room card and everything. He quickly made me a new card, and then told me to wait for a second, and he went to the back office. He came out with a phone in his hand, and asked if it was mine. It was. Somebody had delivered it the day before, and no other guests seemed to have lost their phone. But who knew which hotel I was staying at?

While I took the elevator up and walked to my room I tried to think hard. Who knew were I was staying? But obviously, my wallet and my room card, nor my clothes, had not been returned. When I got into my room, I took a shower, went straight to bed and fell asleep. It had been a rough night.

When I woke up the next morning I checked my phone, and noticed that there was an open window on my browser. It was for the website xhamster. I noticed two words from the title of the video: poz loads. Wasn’t that what the guy who fucked me just last night had said?

[bberik]

Chapter 1 – Part 3: Intermission

Hi, I’m Gabriel.

Erik, this young fellow this story is about, doesn’t know what I’m about to tell you now. So if you know Erik, don’t tell him.  I’m the one who returned his phone back to the hotel. Of course, I made sure to copy the sim card before I returned, so I have a twin and knows everything that he posts in social media, texts that he sends and receives, and so on.

This young Norwegian was good business for me. Those Polish skinheads paid good money to fuck him. They told me that they were poz. I told them he was a virgin, and I wanted 2000 euros for him. Well, Erik couldn’t pay me for sex, so that was my little revenge.

From the texts between Erik and his doctor I found out that he tested himself for std’s when he came home, and his doctor probably gave him a PEP booster, so he’s not poz. Unfortunately he will probably also most likely be on PrEP from now on as his doctor must have explained to him what it was. But I’ll find my ways. I’m not done with him yet. I have a copy of his phone, so I’ll know where he’ll travel next.

By the way, Martin, his ex-boyfriend is a cute one. Maybe I could manipulate him some way or other also?

[bberik]

My intention is to continue this story, but bear over with me.  It did take me a while to write this far.

Edited May 8, 2025 by bberik
Added sentence that I forgot to post.

[Fantasist]

Wow excellent so far 😃 

[Hottightass4u]

Looking forward to the next parts

 

[pozpopperpig]

This is great!  Love to read more and more!

[RobertBottomSlut]

Beautiful story. A real coming of age tale. 

[bberik]

I just started on Chapter 2, and here's another message from Gabriel.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 1: Planning the next trip

Hi, this is Gabriel again.

I had found out from Erik’s messenger that Martin wanted to go to Barcelona next summer. Good thing Erik and his ex are still friends, because Martin wanted him to come along. Perfect. That would give me some months to plan my next move.

As it turns out, I have a very close friend in Barcelona, Miguel. He very much looks like an innocent twink, but innocent is far from what I would call him. Even though he can be very charming and convincing when he meets new friends on dating apps, especially when they’re neg, Miguel attends all the private poz parties in Barcelona, and he and his friends are notorious. They are not on meds, and do not hold back on robbing and pozzing innocent neg men on vacation, especially when there’s good money in it. And paying is something I’m willing to do.

So I called Miguel, and asked him if he could try and make friends with Martin, and told him his user name on Grindr. I just hope he can stay sober long enough to convince Martin to come over to his place.

[Deepnrawnyc3]

I love this story. Can't wait to. read more.  You're a great writer!!!

[bberik]

4 hours ago, Deepnrawnyc3 said:

I love this story. Can't wait to. read more.  You're a great writer!!!

Thanks! I appreciate the great feedback. This is my first story in here. Been thinking about writing one for a long time, even started on some ideas, but tossed them in the garbage bin.

Used to write sex stories for various porn magazines many years ago, but my brain dried up for ideas. In how many ways can I write about fucking? I guess they were pretty mainstream and not as kinky as this website. The stories in here are a big inspiration to me, both in words and in real life.

[Bareslut-66]

Fantastic story, i like it the rough way, please more, thank you

[RotzBBengel]

Great Story! More, please? 

[bberik]

Warning! This story is fantasy and must be read as such. No real people have been harmed.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 2: Barcelona

Having to go see the family doctor the first thing after my trip to Berlin was the most embarrassing thing I’d ever done. Being raped by so many strangers is certainly nothing I would expect from my first solo trip. But I was good at lying, so I didn’t tell my doctor the whole story, just that I met a nice guy, not sure if I can still call Gabriel that, and that one thing led to another. Talk about being naïve. But my doctor gave me a PEP booster, and told me to get on PrEP. All things I was not familiar about a few months ago. Luckily my parents don’t know what happened. What happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin, right?

I’m happy that I made up with Martin when I came home, though. We’re not back together, but we’re friends again. However, I still haven’t told him about my embarrassing moments in Berlin either, just about my sightseeing on the first day and the places that I saw. I did not mention Gabriel, and nothing about being exposed to HIV positive strangers. I didn’t even tell him about my doctor’s visit, and that I’m now on PrEP. I should have told him about PrEP and get him on it as well, but it was still too embarrassing for me to talk about.

And now we were going together to Barcelona. It should be a great trip. Martin had made a friend in Barcelona, Miguel. Met him online, he said. A really cute guy according to the photos he’d shown me. Miguel had suggested an apartment for us, through Airbnb, he said, and Miguel knew the owner personally. It’s right in the city center, close to all the bars and clubs.

Miguel himself couldn’t come to meet us at the airport, but he had sent the owner of the apartment, so it turned out perfect, and we settled in fast. The house owner even made us some tapas. As soon as we had eaten, Miguel called Martin, so he went outside for a moment for some privacy and to talk with him.

A few moments later he came back in and said he was going to meet him. Before I had time to ask where he was going to meet him, and when he would be back, Martin had already changed clothes and was gone.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 3: Barcelona – Martin visiting Miguel

Martin: I couldn’t wait to see Miguel. I guess I was so eager that I forgot to tell Erik that he shouldn’t wait up for me. Hell, I even forgot to say “bye!”

Miguel lived across the city, so he had ordered an Uber to pick me up, as he said he didn’t have a car or driver’s license. The drive took about half an hour. I was wondering why Miguel didn’t suggest a place closer to his place for us to stay.

Miguel met me outside his building. He said he followed the car in the Uber app, so he knew when I was coming. We sat down in the front yard, and he offered me a drink. It must have been very strong, because soon my head started spinning. What I didn’t know until later was that the drink was spiked. I heard Miguel say, maybe we should go inside.

He led me through a hallway. An older half naked guy was sitting on a chair in the hallway. Well, he looked old anyway, as I was only 19, so anyone over 30 was ancient to me. He looked ill, and had a symbol that I’ve seen in hospitals tattooed on his stomach. “Don’t mind him,” said Miguel. “That’s Juan, he’s poz, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.” I didn’t know what he meant by poz, and I didn’t ask.

We entered Miguel’s apartment, and he gave me a glass of coke. Through my dizziness, which even got worse as I drank the coke, I noticed that the apartment was a mess, and I was starting to have second thoughts about being here. I didn’t feel comfortable, and grabbed my phone to send Erik a message, but Miguel quickly grabbed it and tossed it on the coach.

“You don’t need this now,” he whispered in my ear, and then he kissed me. He led me to his bed room. I could sense a bad smell, like it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time. He pushed me onto the bed, and pushed my head down. The mattress was moist, and it reeked of piss and sperm.

I started to fight him. I was not okay with this, but before I could do anything I realized that he had cuffed me to the bed posts. I hadn’t noticed that he had pulled my jeans down. Then he undressed himself, and he was standing in front of me completely naked. I was unable to fight him when he started rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. He had the same symbol as Juan above his cock. I started crying, and begged him, “Please, put on a condom.”

“Don’t worry, Martin. I’m clean.”

Then two other guys came into the room.  One of them had a small plastic bag filled with some white powder. ”Good, prepare some for me. This one’s not high enough yet, and he’s whining and fighting it,” Miguel said.

“Where do you want it?” the guy with the bag asked.

“Right up his ass. He’s not gonna feel what’s gonna hit him. He’s gonna be toxic as fuck when he leaves this place.” Miguel was grinning, and so were the other two. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn’t sound good.

The last thing I heard Miguel say before I passed out was “I’m sorry Martin, but I’m a notorious liar. I’m highly toxic, and I want to share my DNA with you.” Then he pushed the white powder, whatever it was inside my ass with his big cock, and I even felt that he was pissing inside me.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 4: Barcelona - Erik

It was now two o’clock in the morning. I haven’t heard anything from Martin. No replies to my ten or so messages I’ve sent him. I was starting to get worried. Should I call the police? They probably won’t help, as he hasn’t been missing more than a few hours.

I wonder if the landlord is awake. He probably knows where Miguel lives. Just to be checking I sent him a message first, not to wake him up with a call. Ah, he did reply. He said he would be over.

He walked in about twenty minutes later. I tried to explain to him, but it wasn’t easy, as he didn’t speak much English, but eventually he seemed to understand that I wanted to go to Miguel’s place.

The landlord gave me a coke while we were driving. I started to notice that we were driving the same streets over and over again, but the coke made my mind go dull, I felt I was about to pass out. Just when I was about lose my consciousness, the landlord seemed to stop the car. I noticed a sign that said Berlin Dark.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 5: The Landlord

I understand English very well, but I had my own plans for Erik. Didn’t want him to find Martin yet. So I drugged him and dropped him off at the Berlin Dark, a fetish club that was hosting a poz bareback party tonight. My friends will keep him busy there for the night.

In the meantime I drove back to the boys’ apartment. Gabriel in Berlin told me that Erik’s on PrEP. Ah, there they are. I counted the exact number of pills before I flushed them down the toilet, and replaced them with placebo pills with no effect.

Hmm, what else is there? Paracetamol? Maybe I should replace them with ecstacy? He’ll probably have a headache tomorrow. He’ll probably be easier to handle on drugs. Especially after what I did to him.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 6: Erik at the Berlin Dark

How did I get here? Oh no, this is like Berlin all over again. I’m chained to a sling and people are waiting in line to fuck me. One just pulled his dick out. Another took his place. A tall black guy, maybe in his 50s. Oh shit, he was big. Mmmphm… He pushed it in as far as it would go. I could see the movements of his dick inside me from the outside of my stomach. In, out, in, out… Slow movements.  

One guy right next to me whispered in my ear “How old are you kid?” I moaned “19” as the big guy said “Take my toxic load, kid!” with a final push inside me.

Toxic? At least I’m on PrEP now, but still the thought of taking poz loads give me chills down my spine, mostly scared but also some tickles in my stomach. “You’re very popular, kid!” the guy who asked my age said. “You’ve taken 18 toxic loads so far, and you’re far from done.” I guess that’s what those marker lines on my stomach were. Counting the loads I was taking. The big black guy just made one more line with the black marker.

Then I remembered. “Martin!” I said it so some of the guys standing around me, waiting for their turns, heard me. “He’s ready for another booty bump,” one of them said. Another cock entered my ass, while the guy who had asked my age forced his cock inside my mouth, forcing me to suck him, as I started to drift away again.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 7: The pozzing of Martin

“He’s coming to,” someone said. I didn’t know who. There were so many people there now. Seemed like the whole neighbourhood. Several people were filming me being fucked. Miguel was using my phone. He smiled at me. “You do what we tell you, otherwise we’ll send the film to your dad.”

“No!” I replied. ”Don’t!”

“Or we could poz your sister next. We know someone in Norway who would do it!”

“No, please don’t!” I still didn’t know what poz meant, but the way Miguel was saying it, it didn’t sound good. And how did he know that I had a sister? I’ve never mentioned her.

A trans girl was standing over me, hitting my prostate with her cock, pumping her load into me, and moaned “Keep my AIDS inside you! It’s sacred.” AIDS? What have I gotten myself into? “I don’t want to die!” I said. I was getting really scared now.

The ill looking Juan entered between my legs and put his cock inside my hole. His body was full of scars and spots. He didn’t look like he was gonna survive the night. I was way past being scared by now. I had taken so many loads already. What was it he had called them? Poz loads? Toxic loads? I was sure I was gonna die, and had given up already.

On the table right next to me appeared a tray with lines of some white powder, already cut and there were three guys on the sofa who took turns in taking hits of it.

Juan kept pounding me. Heavy thrusts. I wanted him to stop and was about to tell him to stop, “no mas,” but to no avail. He moaned. He came inside me in big thrusts. Then his body fell on top of mine. He didn’t move.

Miguel said, “Hurry up, give Martin some T. Keep the party going. He’ll think it was all a dream.” Two guys lifted Juan’s body off mine. I looked hazily around and one of the guys who sat at the table came over to me and tied a tourniquet around my arm and then injected me with something, then lifted my arm and I started coughing. I felt dizzy. Two guys lifted Juan off my body. I thought I heard someone say “At least he died happy,” but wasn’t sure I heard it right through my drugged mind.

I had no idea how many people were in the room, but there were naked people coming in or leaving all the time. How many have shot their loads inside my ass? I had no idea, but I noticed the big pink spot on the sheet between my legs. The last thing I remembered before I started drifting off again, was this tall African guy with a Kenya football shirt slamming his huge cock inside me.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 8: Erik the Cumdump

I woke up, sore all over my body, especially my ass. I had the taste of cum and piss in my mouth. There were cum stains all over my body as well. I counted the marker lines on my stomach. Thirtynine. 39 guys have fucked me and left their toxic cum inside me. I was a real cumdump. Glad I’m on PrEP.

I felt a draft when someone opened the door to the cabin. A light came on. “Don’t mind me,” a voice said, and started cleaning around me. It felt cold in my ass and down my legs. Oh, I’m still soaked down there.

How long had I been here? I got up from the sling. Ooh, I have a headache.

“I assume these are yours,” the guy cleaning said to me, handing me some clothes that looked familiar right away. He smiled at me. “You were the most popular bottom through the whole night,” he continued. “Did you watch?” I asked, embarrassed from the thought. Not that he was an ugly guy. He looked pretty hot, actually.

“I did more than that,” he replied. “One of those marker lines are mine.” He grinned. I felt even more embarrassed. I dressed quickly. I smelled really bad, a combination of sweat, piss and cum, but that was not what mattered the most now. I had to get back to the apartment. I hope Martin’s back.

When I walked out, the cleaning guy said “I hope to see you here again soon. We like young guys with a tight ass. It’s good for business.” He paused. “But I don’t think that ass will be tight for long. I don’t mind ruin your hole myself.”

I hesitated for a moment. I felt disgusted, but my dick was hard. Was I about to enjoy it?

It turned out that this club, the Berlin Dark, was not very far from the apartment. I locked myself in, just to find out that Martin wasn’t there yet. I had to call the police, I thought. But first I needed to take something for my headache, found some pills in my bag.

Soon I felt drugged again. What’s this, I thought. This was not paracetamol… I laid down for a moment to clear my mind. Then I opened my eyes, just to see the landlord standing over me through the fog, naked with a big hard cock. He was grinning. I was no match for him.

 

Chapter 2 – Part 9: Martin wakes up

When I woke up in bed in a room I’d never seen before, I had no idea how long I’d been out. I felt sick, and my mouth was dry. I noticed some needle marks on my arms. What have they done to me? My ass was sore, and the bed sheet under me was wet with pink stains. I must have been bleeding. Why did they keep fucking me when I was bleeding? They must have noticed. And how many fucked me? I had no way of knowing. At least I was still alive.

I tried to get up? Where were my clothes? Where was my phone? I remember Miguel was filming me, and he threatened to send it to my dad if I didn’t do what they were telling me. I needed to find it and delete the videos. Then I remembered there was no use, because so many others had been recording as well.

I tried to stand up. It took me a couple of attempts to get out of bed. And my legs were jelly, but finally I was being able to stand up. But I had to lean on the wall to be able to get out of the room and towards the toilet. When I finally made it there I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed some bruises on my ass.

What’s this? I took a closer look and noticed some black lines, kinda like a tattoo on my ass. I bent over in front of the mirror to get a closer look. Then pulled the ass cheeks apart to see what it was. Oh, shit! It was a large tattoo, the same symbol that Juan, Miguel and a lot of the others at the party had. But mine was huge, surrounding my ass hole and the insides of my ass cheeks. I could see it clearly now when my cheeks were spread aside.

My first thought was that I could never take a shower or swim naked with my friends anymore.

“Do you like it?” I heard a voice behind me say. It was Miguel. I turned around and looked at him. He wasn’t the same guy I had fallen in love with. He looked like he was high on something. “One of the guys who fucked you last night, was a tattoo artist. He did it for free, so you don’t owe him anything.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “He thought you were such a good fuck, so I guess that was payment enough.”

“I want to leave,” I said. “Where are my clothes? And where’s my phone?”

“Don’t worry, it’s all here.” Then he walked out of the bathroom and returned few seconds later. “Don’t try to delete the video on your phone. I’ve made a copy.” He paused again, like he was trying to find the right words. “You might get the flu in a couple of weeks. Don’t go to the doctor, just stay in bed and sweat it out. Tell your family and friends it’s just a flu.” Again he paused. “It’s the fuck flu, but nobody needs to know that.”

“What’s the fuck flu?” I asked.

“Just google it. But don’t let anyone else know. Then I’ll have to send the video to your dad.” Again I begged him not to. “Then don’t tell,” Miguel continued. “And don’t go to the doctor. You’re my brother now. I shared my DNA with you. I’m looking forward to seeing you again…”

“No, I…” I started, but Miguel put a finger over my mouth, and said “Ssshhh, I will see you again. Remember, video, your dad. Or I could have somebody poz your sister.” I shut up, took my clothes and phone and got dressed. “Don’t tell Erik, either.” he said.

How do I make it back to the apartment,” I asked. “Oh, that’s the least I can do. I order you an Uber right away. What are brothers for, right?” Miguel said with a grin. I couldn’t smile back.

Less than ten minutes later I was on my way back to the apartment.

I found Erik lying in bed, apparently sleeping. But when I accidentally kicked one of his shoes on the floor, he woke up and said my name.

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“With Miguel,” I replied.

“But you’ve been gone for more than three days. Why haven’t I heard from you? Why didn’t you send me a message?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. The time just flew.”

“Are you seeing Miguel again?”

“Yes, I think so. So, what have you been doing?”

“Me? Not much. Mostly worrying about you,” Erik replied.

“But I’m back now,” I said, and we both smiled.

[bberik]

Sorry it took so long to continue this story. Hopefully it will not take this long for the next chapter, but I will probably need some time to figure out how this will continue. Open for ideas. Since Erik was on PrEP (I know, Erik was supposed to be me in the story, but I'm not on PrEP) up until he was sent to Berlin Dark, I think he will still be neg, so I think I'll keep him neg for at least one more chapter, then we'll see.

So what role will Miguel have as the story moves on? And Gabriel?