Exhibitionist visits Berlin

Night 2

Mr. Silver told me to douche before we went out for the night.  He didn’t give me any details of his plans.  I could reasonably assume that he was planning on playing with my ass.  We walked out the front door of our hotel, made a quick right-hand turn, and in less than 50 feet we were at the New Action bar.  Maybe something is lost in translation, but that name, New Action just seems a bit off to me.  The bar actually has classy decor despite its clientele being leathermen and it having an active dark room.  

As soon as we walked up to the bar, Sir ordered me to strip naked.  Such a quick order to strip was unexpected.  Usually, there is a bit more of a seductive striptease to it.  I striped and put my shorts and shirt in the backpack even before the bartender got over to take our orders.  When he came over, Sir said “Ein bier, bitte”.  When the bartender returned, Sir paid him for the single beer and then turned to me and said, “I’ll be back”.  He snatched up the backpack with my clothes and walked out the door.  He left me standing at the bar naked.  At least I wore enough to attempt to blend in with the other leathermen:  a leather cap, bulldog harness, wrist restraints, thick chrome cock ring and boots.  I started to chug my beer out of nervousness.  It was half-gone before it dawned on me that I didn’t have any money to buy another.  I had to stretch this drink out until Allen returned.

He wasn’t gone more than 10 minutes.  When he returned, he didn’t have the backpack.  Sir joined me and ordered himself a beer.  Only then did he volunteer where he had gone.  He said that he had taken the backpack back to the hotel room.  He said that if I wanted my clothes back that I better focus on following his instructions, or he’d leave me naked and stranded.

Mr. Silver placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into him. He gave me a long passionate kiss and then turned me around.  My hands fell behind my back as he restrained them together.  

Playfully he licked my left earlobe, and then he started to stroke the crack of my ass.  The bar had three or four dog bowls across the serving counter.  Sir slide the one by us away.  Then he told me wanted my chest on the bar.  He crossed his arm over my upper chest and with his other hand on my back he folded me over onto the bar.  Now my ass was easy access and on full display.  I felt Sir continue to slide his finger up and down the crack of my ass as I looked down the bar with my head turned sideways and resting on the bar.  I felt him spit on my hole and pause.  And then he started to tease my hole.  I spread my feet a bit so that my hips and ass would spread open a bit more.

He put a hand on each check and massaged the glutes briefly, then pull the checks apart.  He kneeled and started to rim me.  Sir was still fully dressed as were all the rest of the men in the bar.  Not only was I the only man who was naked, but my ass was being rimmed.  I was really getting into the feeling of Sir licking my asshole and started to moan with pleasure.  His stiff mustache hair rubbing in my ass added to the sensations.

After a while, Sir withdrew his tongue.  I felt a liquid, presumable lube, drizzled onto my hole.  Sir started to finger me.  Initially, just one finger went into my tight hole.  As he played with my hole, I started to lightly gyrate my hips and my hole loosened up.  He explored deeper and started to use two fingers.  It’s a good thing that I was resting on the bar because I was becoming a bit weak-kneed with pleasure.  When Sir reached around my thigh and grabbed my cock, it was electrifying and my ass bolted up. 

Sir held a firm grip on my cock, but he didn’t stroke it.  He kept finger-fucking my hole as I moaned with pleasure.  Then he decided on a change in positions.  It was a relief to stand up.  He told me to put one thigh over the bar stool.  This one-foot on the floor and one on the bar stool forced me to spread my hips and shift my weight. I had to spread my ass further apart to balance out my body weight.  Sir enjoyed having my ass opened up further.  He put more lube on his hand and continued to finger-fuck me.  Now that I was standing, everything was back to its normal perspective.  As I looked around, I saw more than a dozen leather men still fully clothed, and I was the only man naked and I was getting finger-fucked.

Sir snuggled up next to me from behind with his fingers still in my ass and said, “Next time one of the men comes near, you are to engage them in conversation”.  My gawd, how was I going to do that?  I have enough trouble with the language barrier.  How could I carry on a conversation with a finger up my ass?  Sir pinched my nipple to reinforce the order.

Soon I saw a couple of guys who had just walked into the bar head towards an open spot near us.  I called out to them, “Guten abend”.  They looked at me a bit quizzically.  I’m sure they heard the heavy American accent.  They waited until after they had been served and paid their tab before they shifted their position, coming a bit closer.  Sir saw them moving towards us.  Mr. Silver wrapped his arm around my chest and held me in a friendly bear hug.  In doing so, he let his fingers slip out of my ass.

I started a conversation with the two guys by asking which leather shop they thought would have the best leather shirts.  I tried to explain that I wanted a leather shirt to take home.  The topic was right up their alley and they started talking about three different stores and their respective niches.  Fortunately for me, they had a good command of the English language.

While I was conversing with these two men, I lost focus on Sir.  I think that was his plan.  While I was struggling to follow the conversation and keep it going, Sir reached into the toy bag and pulled out a curved steel prostate probe.  Apparently, the guys saw it coming.  So, when my eyes bugged out as I felt it pressing into my asshole, they chuckled.  Once I realized what it was, I was able to relax and let Sir slide it into me.  When it hit my prostate, I lost the ability to carry on a conversation.  All the was coming out of my mouth were grunts and groans, my eyes rolling back in my head.  I heard the guys talking, but I couldn’t focus enough to follow the dialog.  I was lost in my own pleasure land.

I lost track of time.  With a probe up my ass, I wanted it to last all night, but I also desperately wanted to cum.  I wanted a hand on my cock, stroking and bringing me to ejaculation.  But it wasn’t so.

When Sir grew tired of pumping my ass with the probe, he let it slide out and put it back in the toy bag.  He released my hands and told me, “Put your hands on the counter and spread your legs.” He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me and held me.  He said to take a half-step back and lean into the bar.  And he stepped back too.  As I waited for what was next, Sir undid his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls, and then buttoned the top button of his jeans.  He proceeded to lube up his blood engorged cock.  He was ready to fuck.  I was ready to be fucked.  I felt his cock against my hole.  At first, it was just exploring and then with a thrust, he slid it in.  I let out a loud gasp.  Mr. Silver’s cock is thick and long.  As much as Sir had worked to loosen up my tight hole, it still was a lot of cock to take in.  Sir was patient.  He held me tight and he didn’t pump while I took a couple of deep breaths.  I took another deep breath and held it as my ass continued to relax.  When I released the breath, I begged, “Fuck me, Sir.”  Sir grabbed my harness and started to pump his cock in me.  It took my breath away.  Sir alternated between a series of rapid pumping and slow focused driving thrusts. 

When I thought that I couldn’t take it anymore, Sir stopped.  I felt relief when I felt his cock slide out of me.  While we were catching our breath, the bartender came over to us.  He rapped his knuckles on the bar, sort of shook his head and with his thumb, he pointed towards the back room.  We got the hint.

Sir unbuttoned his jeans and put his cock and balls away.  I had no clothes, so I just stood there naked waiting for Sir’s directions.  He handed me the toy bag.  I followed Sir into the back room.  The dark room was at least as large as the bar, if not larger.  There was a glory hole maze, a sling, benches, and a few mirrors at strategic spots.  Sir stopped at the bondage sawhorse.  He nodded his head indicating that I should mount the horse.  I climbed on and laid my chest and abdomen across the padded center beam.  My knees settled into the side rails and I grasped the handrails.  My ass, cock and balls hung over the end.

Sir poured lube over my ass and rubbed it over my balls and cock.  I was so horny and wanted so much for Sir to jack me off.  Sir pulled out his cock and balls again and then buttoned the top button of his jeans. He was both fully dressed and ready to fuck.  He slid his cock back into my hole and started to fuck again.  In this position, every thrust hit my prostate.  Each thrust caused me to grunt with pleasure.  I enjoy getting fucked but seldom does it feel this intensely good.  I held on tight to the hand grips, clenched tight my abs to push my ass back, holding it in place for a good hard fucking.  Sir picked up the pace.  I heard his breathing becoming heavy.  And then he gasped and he started slamming my ass.  He was cumming!  I wiggled and squeezed my asshole as much as I could to intensify the orgasm for Mr. Silver.

He put a hand on my back and then another.  He stroked my sides and then pulled back and withdrew.  He kept his hands firmly on my back so that I wouldn’t dismount the horse.  

A man wearing only a jockstrap came over and stood by my head.  He pulled out his cock and started to stroke it.  He looked at Sir.  It was obvious that he wanted me to suck his cock.  Sir shook his head no.  The man slid his cock back into the jock and wandered off in search of a blowjob.

Sir changed his position and stood at my side but facing my ass.  He started to gently massage my glutes and thighs.  Occasionally, he’d reach down, massage my balls and stroke my cock.  I was eagerly waiting for Sir to jack me off.  He switched hand positions, put one firmly on the middle of my back and the other on the back of my head, centered between my ears.

Then I felt something on my hole.  I tried to turn my head to see, but Sir held my head in place.  Sir had nodded to another stud inviting him to mount me.  His cock was thick and long.  I felt him hit my prostate with each thrust.  He started out with slow strokes, but he picked up the pace and the force.  I was making quite a racket with all my grunts and groans.  I was at my limits at what I could take, when finally, the stud came.  Sir continued to hold my held down as the Stud dismounted and pulled his cock out of me.  Neither he nor Sir said a word to each other.  I never saw him or hear him speak, so I have no clue as to who this man was.

Sir took his hands off me for a moment only to reach down to my wrist restraints. He started to restrain them to the grips. “I can’t take anymore, Sir.  Please no more, Sir” I whimpered.  Sir coolly responded, “Trust me.”  Apparently, the horse also had a bondage belt around its middle.  I felt it as Sir started to wrap it around me and buckle it down.  I was trapped.

By this point, my asshole was exhausted and cock was dripping pre-cum.  Sir walked around to the rear of the horse and grabbed my well-lubricated cock.  He started stroking it slowly in a slightly twisting motion.  His hand went up and down the full length of my cock.  It was sending me into sheer ecstasy.  Gawd, how I loved the feel of another man’s hand on my cock.  This one was slippery and he knew how to work it.

It didn’t take long before I was screaming and cumming.  Sir pulled my cock back tight and rubbed his palm across the cum oozing out of my piss slits.  The intensity was overwhelming and I let out a scream at the top of my lungs.  I bucked and struggled to free my cock from Sir’s grip.  I couldn’t.  Sir kept working my cock, stroking it to keep me hard and rubbing his palm across the head to keep me in pain.  We had joked earlier in the day as to who would fatigue first, Sir’s hand or my cock.  Apparently, he was out to make a point that he has more endurance than I do.

 “Sir, please stop.  Sir, please stop,” I begged.  But I’d be damned if I was going to use my safe word to stop.  I was going to take it for as long as Sir could dish it out.  It’s amazing how the pleasure and pain from the cock can take over the whole body.  Sir kept working my cock.  He let out the sound of glee when I started shooting again.  It wasn’t cum.  I had lost bladder control and was squirting piss.  It was an incredible feeling.  It felt like shooting an incredible load of cum.

The piss didn’t deter Sir.  He kept working my cock until I finally succumbed to exhaustion.  Only after I went flaccid did Sir stop handling my cock.  He stepped over to my side and gently rubbed my back.  He released the strap around my abdomen and then my wrist restrains.  It took another minute before I was ready to stand up.

Once I stood up, Sir gave me a hug and a kiss.  He took me by the hand and led me back into the bar.  Sir stopped just inside the bar, stepped to the side, pulling me with him.  I was still flush from cumming, sweating and my cock, balls and ass still covered with cum and lube.  Sir hadn’t let me use a trick towel to clean up.  Mr. Silver stood at my side and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said, “Look at all those men.  Take a long, slow look at them.  Either they’re wishing that they were you or they’re wishing that they had been me playing with you.”

“You’re not quite done, slut.” He said as he pulled my hands behind my back and restrained me again.  “You’re going to stand here on full display while I go back to the hotel to get your clothes.”  I stood there with my shoulders squared up and my head held high, while I waited for Sir to return.  When he returned in about 10 minutes, I was eager to get dressed and get back to the hotel.  We were both ready for a good night’s sleep.