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 13 hours ago by bberik
Added sentence that I forgot to post.

[Fantasist]

Wow excellent so far 😃 

[Hottightass4u]

Looking forward to the next parts