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So I stood outside the bar on a dark street in Berlin. I hesitated for a minute before pushing the buzzer. A small window in the door opened and I asked "Party" in my poor German. The door buzzed and opened letting me into a small red painted entryway. Off to the side was a barred window. Over the window was a sign in 3 languages saying "entry 5 euros, coat check 3 euros" I paid the euros and left my pants, along with my denim shirt. I was now in my leather jock strap. I was handed a rubber wristband to wear. I turned to face a red door with a blinking light over it. It buzzed so I pushed it open to enter a huge, black painted room with a swirling multi-colored light overhead. To the side was a long bar with a few naked men standing apart with large glasses of beer. A young, handsome, blond bartender came up to me so I ordered a beer. He brought the beer noting my band number on the register. I stood admiring his near naked body as he tended to some other customers.
As I stood there watching the bartender, a tall man with a light beard moved next to me. I felt his hand run up and down my hip. I bent slightly letting him know that I was available. I turned, nodding to him to acknowledge his advance. I immediately noticed his pale blue eyes as he smirked. He turned away walking to the far corner of the dim room. I could barely make out his pale ass in his cut out leather jock. I turned around to scan around the bar. Finally, I saw him standing behind a low, wooden wall.
Now more curious than anything else I walked to the wall noticing a number of men being serviced by others. It did not seem to draw the attention of anyone else. I moved behind the wall standing next to the stranger. I felt his hand again move to my hip. But this time it was in search of something else. A finger quickly found my ass crack and began pushing at my exposed hole. It quickly gave him entrance. I moaned at the feeling of the finger pushing gently in and out of my now sweaty hole. I reached over to his crotch to find his now exposed cock slippery with his pre. Another man moved to the other side of me offering a small bottle of poppers, much stronger than those I was used to. I inhaled deeply prepared for whatever they wanted from me. The new stranger slipped down under the edge of the wall. He promptly freed my cock swallowing it to the root. I let out a moan at this new sensation.
The slippery finger at my hole was joined by a second digit opening me further. My balls were pulled free and quickly swallowed by the kneeling stranger. Here I was in a Berlin bar with one man's fingers buried in my hole and another man sucking my cock to its root. Over the loud music of the bar's sound system I could hear other men moaning in similar situations. I could also hear the gentle slap of skin slapping against skin. The others in the room pretended to hear nothing even though some were actively rubbing their swollen crotches. Even the handsome bartender had stopped to stare in our direction. I was beyond caring what others thought. The sensations running through my body had stirred a need in me that overcame any fear inside me. My two amorous companions pulled away from. Each one took an elbow to lead me behind a thick leather curtain into an area filled with slings hanging from the ceiling. Some were occupied by moaning men being used. I was quickly placed in an empty sling, tied securely there. I no longer could care about letting them use my body as they pleased. I looked to see an uncut cock hanging over my face. It was thick with just a clear drop at the hooded tip. I felt another cock probing my hole, demanding entrance. I moaned attempting to welcome the new intruder. Our combined efforts permitted the first inches to enter the tight space causing a sharp intake of breath as pain ran through my body. In only moments the pain was replaced by fullness and then pleasure. Another hit of the poppers sent my head into a deep need for all of the cock, all there were in the bar for that matter. I began moaning and begging to be fucked by anyone. I heard a cheer erupt from the bar behind the curtain. Obviously, our actions had been the focus of the entire bar. The slap of skin against my ass was a welcomed sound to the entire bar. I knew that these two would not be the last to use me tonight. After these two strangers had given me their gift others began drifting in. I welcomed and thanked each one.
At one point the blonde bartender arrived. He offered me a small glass with some green liquid which I greedily drank down. He then took the place of the man in my ass giving me his own gift. I lay there taking cock after cock for hours. Finally, I managed to stand and walk back into the bar with the gifts dripping down my legs. The doorman walked over to me to guide me to a shower room to clean up. Of course, for the rest of the night my drinks were free.