tricket with keta

[2-k-fist]

In the vibrant city of Graz, where the night was as lively as the people who populated it, Lukas met a man he knew only as "Pascal." It was a FF date Lukas had longed for, and anticipation hung heavy in the air. They had arranged to meet in a discreet apartment filled with dim lighting and the scent of incense. The atmosphere was charged, full of promises and unknown possibilities.

 

Lukas, a slender man with dark hair and a shy smile, was already in his second round of the evening. This time he was passive, ready to surrender to his partner's desires. He had consumed 3-MMC through his nose, and the high had uninhibited him, heightening his senses. Add to that the poppers, which immersed his head in a cloudy euphoria. Everything felt more intense, every touch, every glance.

 

Pascal, a muscular man with a dominant demeanor, had taken control. He was experienced, his movements confident and purposeful. Lukas felt the drugs further weakening his inhibitions, and he was thirsty. "Can I have some water?" he asked in a raspy voice. Pascal nodded and briefly disappeared from the room. Time seemed to stretch as Lukas waited. It seemed strange to him that it took so long, but he pushed the thought aside when his partner returned with a glass of water.

 

Lukas drank greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. But about ten minutes later, everything changed. His consciousness seemed to dissolve, as if he were slipping into another reality. He was no longer fully present, but observing himself from a third person. It was as if he were dreaming, but at the same time, everything was so real, so intense.

 

He saw Pascal leaning over him, his hands wandering over Lukas's body as if it were a work of art to be explored. Lukas felt nothing, but he saw it. He saw three large dildos lying on the bed, shiny and threatening. His heart rate quickened as he watched Pascal take one after the other and shove them into Lukas's hole. It was impossible, he thought, this couldn't be true. But he saw it, clear and distinct.

 

When he came to later, after what felt like an eternity, he was confused. His body felt heavy, as if he'd walked through a battlefield. "What happened?" he asked, his voice shaky. Pascal looked at him, his face expressionless. "You were taking too much Meph and poppers, man. You were out of it."

 

Lukas shook his head, his mind working feverishly. "But I saw... I saw you... three dildos..." His voice trailed off. Pascal laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down Lukas's spine. "It was just a dream, man. You took too much."

 

But Lukas wasn't sure. He remembered the images, so clear, so real. Had Pascal put something in his water? Keta, perhaps? He'd heard it could put people into a state where they were unconscious but aware of everything around them. But when he confronted his partner, he denied it. "I didn't do anything. You were just exaggerating."

 

Lukas didn't know what to believe. Was it a dream? A hallucination triggered by the drugs? Or had it really happened? He felt helpless, trapped in a web of doubt and confusion. His body felt alien, as if it were no longer his own.

 

When he finally left the apartment, the night air cool on his skin, he was certain of only one thing: This experience would change him forever. The question of whether it had been reality or a dream would haunt him for a long time. And somewhere, deep inside, he felt that he might never know the truth.

 

The streets of Graz were empty as Lukas slowly walked home. His head was heavy, his thoughts confused. He wondered if he would ever trust his perception again. And as he disappeared into the darkness, the memory of the three dildos, of the helplessness and uncertainty, lingered like a shadow in his mind.

[ffabbian]

I know a few guys that unknowingly consumed K and their experiences particularly afterwards were  exactly like what Lukas is going through. Great description.

Any more Chapters?