I had just turned 21 and decided to spend my vacation away from the cold, in a sunny and warm place. I browsed through the online travel portals and finally found a relatively cheap last minute trip to the south of Spain.
I was looking forward to discard of all the layers of clothing I need at home and walk around in only shorts and t-shirt. I was a bit nervous as it was my first trip abroad alone, but I was looking forward to the opportunities being alone offered. I wanted to have a good time and see if I could meet a hot man or two……
Beeing 5”11 with a swimmers build, blond and blue eyes and having worked out for years, I was fit, horny and ready for fun.
For the flight I choose a relatively thin well-worn pair of jeans and a white snug fitting t-shirt. I was happy with the reflection in the mirror, the jeans showed of my ass nicely and I could see my nips pointing through the t-shirt. My hair was short enough to be manly, but still long enough to show that I am a natural blond.
Sitting on the plane I regretted the clothing I had chosen. The man sitting next to me looked truly Mediterranean with a somewhat darker skin and already at 10am showing a 5 o’clock shadow. I guessed him to be approximately 40 years old. His shirt was open and the sleeves were rolled up showing a lot of dark hairs on his arms and what I could see of his chest. During the flight, the cool temperature in the cabin made my nips stand out and through my thin jeans, anyone could clearly see that I was enjoying the view of the man next to me. I was hard the moment I saw him. He had a rather amused look on his face but never mentioned my predicament and struck up a conversation with me. The conversations took my mind off of sex, and finally after about an hour of small talk, my cock had gone down to normal again.
He told me that he owns a bar close to my hotel. He gave me his business card and said the bar is for a very limited audience only but that his card would grant access. I promised to stop by one of the days.
After checking in at the hotel I rushed to the room and wanked. My cum shot out of me and hit me in the face and all over my chest and stomach. Being a bit of a pig I scooped it up and took it in my mouth and swallowed it all. I decided I needed a shower. When standing in the shower, I looked down on myself and saw the thick bush around my cock and balls. As the rest of my body is naturally smooth, I decided to shave down there as well. A hairy man is hot with hairs, but I thought that smooth guy like myself would look better without the bush. When applying the shaving cream and pulling my cock and balls so that I could shave all the hairs, I got hard again and considered another wank, but thought better of it. My stomach was grumbling and I needed to get something to eat. I put on a pair light pants and a light shirt, leaving three buttons open to show off my smooth but well developed chest.
The moment I hit the street, I realized that I would be in more or less a constant state of arousal during my vacation. A lot of the men I saw were of the same kind as the man on the plane. Varying ages off course, but very many were walking around with shirts open half way down, hairy, bearded and rugged. I was so preoccupied with just looking at all the hot men that I had no clue where I was going. I finally got out of my daze and found a small restaurant and got some food. I had two glasses of wine and was thoroughly enjoying myself, eating, looking at the men and in my imagination undressing the ones I found hot. I was busy for quite a while doing that. There were many hot men around. With all these erotic men around me, my balls had filled up again and I was hornier than ever.
It was 10pm by now and I was so horny but I realized that I need more than a wank. I needed a man tonight. I decided to take a chance on the bar owned by my hot companion from the plane.
The door to the bar was closed, but there was a bell to ring and soon a pair of very dark eyes looked through a small hatch in the door. He did not want to let me in until I showed him the card. When he opened the door, I felt intimidated. This guy was huge, his skin very dark showing his obvious African origin. Shoulders wider than the door frame, strong and bare chested, shaved head, wearing a pair of black leather pants and leather ribbons just above his biceps as well as one long leather sleeve around his left wrist.
He looked at me and smiled a friendly and disarming smile which set me at ease and said that the boss had told him about me and that the boss would be here in about 30 minutes. It was still quite early for the bar, but he told me to come in and have something to drink while I waited.
It was obviously a gay bar, and a leather bar. I had never been to a leather bar before. It was quite dark in most areas, but had a large bar with a bartender busying himself with preparations for the evening. And what a bartender! A bear of a man, not a bodybuilder, but definitely not slim either. Muscular but with a few extra pounds around the middle. A full salt and pepper colored beard and best of all, no shirt. His entire upper body was covered with black hair, front and back. Not a spot of smooth skin on him. I was drooling, blushing and getting hard at the same time.
I managed to order a beer and went and sat down at a stool in one of the darker areas of the bar, not wanting to sit down and drool over the bartender while waiting for my flight companion.
Slowly a few others arrived, most could be described as bears. I sat there trying to hide my hardon, playing with my mobile phone to distract myself. Suddenly, I realized that a man was standing in front of me and I looked up from the phone. My eyes travelled from the shiny black boots he was wearing; slowly up along his black leather pants, staring for a while at the big bulge. Then looking further up realizing that he was wearing a leather vest only revealing an incredibly hairy body and as my eyes finally made it up to his face I realized that it was my hot companion from the plane.
He had a twinkle in his eyes and looked amused, but still firm and earnest. He looked me in the eyes and said he had been told that I had been sitting there for a while. At that moment, all I managed to say was Yes Sir.
He smiled approvingly and told me to always use Sir when answering his questions. Then he started talking.
I am sure you have realized what kind of place this is. Are you comfortable here? I confirmed with another yes Sir.
Then take off your shirt and give it to me. You are not really dressed properly for this bar. It was not a question, it was an order, and my cock responded to following his order. I had to stand up to pull the shirt out of the pants, and I was sure he could see my hardon the minute I stood up from the stool. As I leaned over to hand him my shirt, my hand brushed against his hairy stomach and the feeling of his hairy stomach rubbing against the back of my hand sent shivers of lust through my body.
He came closer to me, leaned in and started kissing me. His tongue invaded my mouth and I could fell the stubble on his chin rubbing against my face. We kissed for a while and the skin on my face started to feel sore from his stubble, but I was not complaining. My head was spinning with lust and I was sure that I would have a very hot night.
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close to him, his hairy body rubbing against my smooth skin. I was already feeling close to orgasm and was afraid I would cream my pants, but he seemed to sense it and stopped and pulled back leaving me on the edge of orgasm.
He ordered me to go to the toilet, take off my underwear and return them to him. When I came back to him, he took my underwear immediately and did not miss the big wet spot my precum had left in them. He praised me for it. He gave them back to me and told me to lick the precum out of them. I was now really embarrassed, standing there in the bar in full view of anyone who cared to look licking my underwear, but I did it. Nothing could hold me back tonight, I was so horny and aroused, I would do anything he wanted, and he seemed to know it.
I want you to go to the bar, ask the barkeeper for my bag, two of my “cigarettes” and two beers. I will guard your shirt, underwear, wallet and mobile phone while you pick that up was his next order. I almost ran to the bar, but standing half naked in front of the incredibly hot barkeeper made me feel small and embarrassed again. When he gave me the beers, he demanded payment, but sir had kept my money. I told the barkeeper that I could not pay because Sir had my money. The barkeeper just smiled and told me that he would give me the beers if I would let him play with my nipples for a while. I looked back to Sir, wanted to ask him what I should do, but I could not see him anywhere. He must have gone to the toilet or somewhere else I thought. I was in a trap. I wanted to follow Sirs orders and to return to him, but could not get the ordered things without letting the barkeeper play with me. And the barkeeper was hot as shit.
I made a decision, pulled my shoulders back and pushed my chest towards the barkeeper. He reached over the bar and started pulling and squeezing my nipples. Shots of lust shot through my body and my cock started leaking in my pants again. He continued to pull, twist and squeeze, harder and harder, but I was so lost in lust that it only spiked my passion. I was moaning deep and long. All of a sudden, Sir was standing right next to me looking annoyed. Did I tell you to play with other men on your way, he asked me. All I could say was No Sir. Now get the things I ordered you to get and get back to me. I complied immediately.
When we returned to our previous space, he told me to sit down, drink the beer and smoke with him. We sat a bit in silence until we both had finished the beer and the smoke. I was feeling very relaxed and even hornier than before. Grass always does that to me. He looked me up and down and told me it was time. He opened his bag and pulled out a leather collar and a leash. The collar went around my neck and the leash was connected to the collar. A pair of leather cuffs where put on my wrists and connected to each other with my hands behind my back. He leaned in and growled that now the real fun would begin. I shivered with excitement.
He opened my pants and pulled my cock and balls out. I was rock hard and leaking. Then he tugged on the leash and walked me through the bar for everybody to see, pulling me through a door into another part of the bar. We were now in the dungeon.
The moment we entered the dungeon we stopped. It was darker than in the bar and our eyes needed to adjust to the darkness. He untied my wrists, but left the cuffs on and told me to take off and give him my pants. He kept them in his bag with my other clothing. I was now stark naked except for my shoes. He got a leather cockring out of his bag and fit it around my cock and balls. It was quite wide and pushed my junk out. My balls are big low hangers at the size of large chicken eggs and my cock is a good 7”. He fished out a harness of the bag and it was strapped tight onto my upper body. My chest war accentuated nicely by the harness and with my cock and balls jutting out, the cuffs on my wrists and the collar around my neck, I looked like a sex craved slave. Just what I had wanted for tonight.
He grabbed my balls and started squeezing them lightly, held on to them and started walking through the dungeon, pulling me after him by my balls. He stopped at a piece of furniture which looked like a small leather covered barrel mounted on short chair legs. He told me to bend over the barrel which set me in a kneeling position with my ass sticking up and my upper body down at the level of my feet at the other side of the barrel. There was a hole in the barrel so that my hard dick and balls could go through and were inside it. I could see that Sir was adjusting some handles at the side of the barrel and I could feel something move inside it, closing around my cock and balls. He pushed the handles towards each other until he was able to wrap a short leather band around them, which made the contraption inside the barrel squeeze tightly around my cock and balls. There was no way I could pull free of the barrel now. He got a cloth out of his bag and blindfolded me, leaned down to my ears and told me that now, I would receive my punishment for letting the barkeeper play with my nipples.
I heard a something moving through the air and felt a slight sting at my ass. A series of blows followed the first one with increasing intensity and speed. My ass felt warm first, then each blow started to burn. After a while, the blows slowed down again, but the intensity continued to increase. My head was spinning with the excitement and the mix of pleasure and pain I was feeling. Suddenly the blows felt sharper, something much thinner and harder, probably a cane, was used on my ass now. The blows again picked up in speed and the mix of pleasure and pain was the most intense sexual experience I had ever had up to that point.
I could hear him move to my front and I felt his hard cock rubbing against my face. He did not need to tell me what to do, I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock. It was a really fat cock and at least 8” long. There were hairs growing half the way up the shaft, and I loved the feeling of them rubbing against my lips and tongue. I wanted to raise my back to get a better angle and try to swallow his cock all the way, but he pushed me down again. He started fucking my mouth slowly and teasing my tongue with his cock, leaking precum and I started sucking harder to get as much of it as I could. It tasted delicious. I wanted his cum and tried using every possible way I could think of to use my mouth to increase his pleasure, but he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaned down so that I could hear him and said: Not yet boy, you will get my sperm when I want you to have it, but we still have time and I am enjoying myself too much to finish now. You have 10 more hard lashes coming to your ass, and I want you to count them out load so that all the men in this dungeon can hear you.
He moved back to my ass, but this time I could hardly hear the cane coming. The sting was much sharper and I realized that he must be using a much thinner cane now. I yelled out but managed to say “one” out laud. Blow 2 to 5 followed in a rapid succession and I was just able to keep the count of them.
Blow 6 came down yet harder than the first 5 and I yelled, arched my back, raising my upper body and using my hands to cover my stinging buttocks. I heard someone moving in front of me and realized a man was standing very close to me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and heard the voice of the bartender tell me that I should put my arms around his neck and that he would help me get through the next 4 blows. His warmth felt good, his calm voice was assuring, my head resting on his hairy chest and my arms holding on to his neck was all it took for me to relax and be ready for the next blows. I opened my mouth, started licking the bartenders chest, enjoying the feeling of all the body hair in my mouth.
Blow 7 came down hard and I opend my mouth wide to yell, but the bartender was faster, and pushed 3 hairy fingers into my mouth. Coming down from the mix of pain and ecstasy, II sucked on his fingers and new I had only 2 blows to come.
Blow 9 and 10 came in fast succession. They were the hardest yet, but now it was over. I was still leaning onto the bartender and Sir quickly released the contraption around my cock and balls inside the barrel and told me to relax. The two of them helped me go get off of the barrel, Sir was standing behind me and I leaned in on him, my back and sore ass rubbing against his hairy body.
I felt exhausted, grateful and was extremely thirsty. The bartender gave me a bottle of cold water and I gulped it down in one go. Sir was still standing behind me, holding me and comforting me. The bartender brought out a cold wet towel which was rolled up and filled with ice cubes and handed it to Sir. Sir told me to take a step forward and hug the bartender closely and make sure to hold on to him. My still hard cock was pulled up and as I held on to the bartender it rubbed against his hairy stomach. Sir rubbed my ass with the cold towel and I could feel the soothing effect of it. As my ass was starting to feel cold, Sir dried it with a dry towel and added a soothing cream to the welted skin. We found a couch and we all sat down for a moment, cuddling, kissing and just relaxing for a while. .
I now realized that the two of them new exactly what they were doing and that I could trust them completely. They had taken me to my limit, but I was still hornier than I had ever been before.
After a while I realized that I was still wearing the collar with the leach attached to it, the harness, the cockring and the leather cuffs around my wrists. I took the leach in my hand and looked at it. Sir noticed and said, it looks like the boy is ready for more, and he was right. I wanted more. The bartender lit up another smoke and got three beers from somewhere. We smoked and all of us gulped down our beers.
With all the fluid going in I had to pee and I asked Sir if I could go to the toilet. He told me to hold it for a bit, but that we would all go in a minute. After another 10 minutes had passed, the pressure in my bladder was high, and I could barely hold it anymore. A drop of piss came out. Sir noticed and told me to capture the next drop in my hand and lick my hand clean. He grinned widely as I was licking my finger clean of piss and told me that we could go to the toilet now. To my surprise, we did not go to the toilet, but to the showers. Sir told me to lie down on the floor. When I was lying flat on my back he told me to pee. I had never peed in this position before and I had difficulties getting the flow going. The bartender said that it looks like the boy needs some encouragement. He took hold of his own cock and aimed it at my cock and started to piss. His piss hit the sensitive glands of my cockhead which made it even harder for me to piss. Another man walked into the shower, an older man around 60 I suppose, with a full white beard and a moderately hairy chest. He saw what was going on, Sir nodded to the man as if he knew him, and at that the older man moved up to me and started peeing on my chest. I closed my eyes to avoid getting piss in my eyes, but was finally able to let my own piss start flowing. It started slow at first, but soon it came out with high pressure and hit me in the face. Out of surprise, I opened my mouth and some of the piss got in my mouth. I swallowed it and heard Sir moan as I did it. Next he kneeled down with his dick aimed at my mouth and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he started pissing. Swallow was all he said, and I did. I liked the taste and the feeling of being nothing more than a depraved, horny man surrounded by other likeminded men. The big black man guarding the door walked in, took one look and grinned widely while watching us. When sir had finished peeing, he pulled out his own cock and took sirs place at my face. The cock was huge and his balls came down covering my eyes while he peed into my mouth. I felt another 2 streams of piss moving up each of my legs from the toes all the way to my cock while yet another stream hit my chest and stomach.
I was totally drenched and my stomach was bulging with piss but finally the streams of piss ended and the other men left the shower. Sir told me to stand up, rub some of the piss of, but not take a shower. He wanted me stinking of piss for now.
After the piss had dried off, they took hold of my leach and towed me back into the dungeon. Sir was standing behind me, pressing my back against his hairy body. The bartender moved in front of me and added leather cuffs to my thighs. The cuffs on my wrists were connected to the cuffs on my thighs so that my arms were going straight down at the side of my body. I could feel Sirs hard cock rubbing against the crack of my ass. The head of his cock was wet with precum, and he let it slide over my sphincter. He was moaning in my ear but soon he let go of me. I heard how he put on a condom and felt some whet lube hit my ass. A thin rubber hose entered my ass and I could feel lube being pushed into my ass, making sure I was ready for him. The bartender was standing in front of me and started playing with my nipples. Just as the mix of pain and pleasure coming from my tits was bringing me to another lust induced high, Sir pushed his fat cock into me. I froze at first and by doing so, pushed my nipples right into the skilled hands of the bartender. He took hold of them and started squeezing and pulling harder on them. He changes his grip so that now, his fingernails were digging into my sensitive nipples. My focus changes to my nipples again and my sphincter relaxed and opened up. Sirs cock slid all the way in making me moan like a whore when his cock slid over my prostate. The bartender smiled, leaned in and kissed me deeply while continuing to pinch my nipples.
He lets go of my tits, moves his head down to my left nipple and takes it in his mouth, licking and biting it.
Sir has started a slow fuck of my ass, but the position seems to be wrong for him. He cock stays in my ass while he frees my hands from my thighs, bends me over and pulls my hands behind my back and connects the leather cuffs to a rope coming down from the ceiling. Sir hands the other end of the rope to the bartender who pulls my hands up making me bend over further. I am now standing bent at a 90° angle. My legs are spread wide to give Sir good access to my ass. The bartender pulls out a set if tit clamps and put them on my nips. After all the manipulation he has been doing on them, they are already sore, but the clamps bring the right mix of pain and pleasure that I need. The chain connecting the clams is hanging down swinging free as Sir is slowly fucking me from behind.
The bartender is in front of me with his hard cock just an inch from my lips. I open my mouth and try to extend my tongue to lick his cock, but it is just out of reach. I want his cock in my mouth badly, and he knows it, but enjoys teasing me with it. He moves closer, but starts rubbing his cock and balls all over my face. I make a fast move with my head and am finally able to get his cock into my mouth. To my surprise, he makes a fast move too, and in an instant I have his cock all the way down my throat, blocking my breathing. Sir has picked up speed fucking my ass and my body is rocking back and forth, letting the chain on the tit clamps swing and my throat slide up and down the bartenders cock.
I am starting to feel dizzy by the lack of air and finally the bartender pulls out of my throat letting me breathe for a while. I can hear him move about and suddenly the pull on the tit clamps increases. He has added a weight to the chain and the clamps are now pulling harder on my nipples. Sir has been fucking me all along, but now the intensity and the speed picks up. The bartender moves to my head again and starts to fuck my throat, going in deep and all the way out on each trust.
He seems to like cutting of my breath with his cock, as he keeps doing it over and over, and it kept me in a dizzy state of lust. Sirs rhythm shifts, and I can tell by his moans that he is getting close to cumming. He is really banging my ass now and at the same time he starts slapping my already tender ass cheeks which make my sphincter contract. That was just the reaction he wanted, and continued to give me stinging blows to my ass. The bartender was fucking my throat at the same speed and I could feel their cocks swelling even more as they pounded me on both ends. The combination of the swinging tit clamps, my prostate and ass being banged and spanked and the feeling of the hairy cock going in and out of my throat sends me over the edge first and I cum shooting my load all over the floor, my sphincter contracts as I shoot volleys of cum, I can feel Sir starting to pump his seed into my ass. The bartender fills my mouth with some of his cum but pulls out and practically covers my face with his cum. He keeps on rubbing his cock in my face while he continues to empty his balls, rubbing his cum into the skin of my face. Sir pulls his cock out of my ass and needs to sit down while the bartender unties the rope and frees my hands so that we can join Sir back on the couch. We are all breathing heavily and feeling the bliss of orgasm after an incredibly intense passionate night.
As I start to get my senses back together, I notice that I have to pee again. Sir and the bartender have to pee too, but instead of bringing me back to the shower, they have a large mug which we all pee into, right there while sitting on the couch in the dungeon. Sir gets the condom he filled with his sperm and empties it into the mug as well. Sir looks at me and asks me if I would like to come home with them for a good night sleep. I am happy to go with the two of them instead of returning to my empty hotel room.
Sir starts packing all the things we have used and tells me that we can leave soon, but that I need to drink the content of the mug before we leave. I look at him, grab the mug and start drinking. He grins at me while I am drinking and nods his head, more to himself than to anyone else, and mumbles, I knew this boy would be genuine. Drinking piss after orgasm is a very good sign for the coming days.
Still smiling and going about packing his belongings back into the bag, he tells me to go and take a shower before we head off to his apartment. I start heading for the shower but the bartender tells me he needs one too.
The soap is taking off the grime of the night and the warm water on the skin feels luxurious and soothing. When drying off I have to admire the bartenders hairy body again. Not a smooth spot anywhere. But I am too tired and need to rest. Even though my balls and cock start to react to the sight, my head is now in control of my actions and we return to sir who is waiting for us.
We leave the dungeon go back into the bar, me still nude after the shower. Sir gives me my pants and shoes to put on. He keeps the underwear and my shirt. He tells me that he wants me to not wear more clothing than needed. He is still wearing his leather whereas the bartender has changed to jeans and a white thin shirt. His dense dark body hair shines through the thin material of the shirt, and Sir still dressed in leather lets my cock swell in my pants again. They both see it and laugh sympathetically. Sir says to the bartender, let’s get this young horndog home and get some sleep.
We took a taxi to their apartment, but I started snoozing in the taxi. I hardly noticed how we got into the apartment and bed. We were in the bed in a three-way spoon position with me in the middle having the bartenders hairy back against my chest and Sirs hairy body against my back and before drifting off to sleep, I remember feeling content and at totally ease. I had never felt better.
