True slave life stories: slave helot at the gay SM Quaelgeist Club in Berlin
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This is the description of a hard slave training night of boi helot at a Qriginal event in the Berlin gay SM Club Quaelgeist
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Report of slaveboi helot at The SM Qriginal night at The gay SM Club Quaelgeist in Berlin (January 10th 2025)
Sometimes my Masters just order me to go to some arranged events in gay SM Clubs. Such was this night. boi had been ordered to attend the Qriginal night at the Berlin Quaelgeist Club all by itself to get some more training as a slave. It is ordered to expose itself naked with slavecollar, ankle and wristrestraints, steel ballring and tit clamps as a willing slave to any intrerested Master.
I was right on time at the Quaelgeist Club in Berlin at 21h. I decided to wait for 5 minutes to see who was entering. Only two young men entered. Then i entered myself. Waiting at the reception to pay i heard there were already quite some people chatting and laughing at the bar. I got my locker key and entered the changing room. A tall big 60 year old man and a regular 40 year old man were changing. Well actually just taking off their jackets because they were already dressed totally in rubber.
I completely undressed, ordered as usual. Fully naked. I felt their eyes on me. I put on my restraints and slave collar and the chained small but nasty steel nipple clamps/mouth opener. Feeling my cock getting hard. After They had a good look, the two men left the room. Time to make a picture as proof for the Masters and slave brothers in my Whatsapp group and i posted the pic quickly on the group. Then I put on my slavemask, took the cardboard noting 'slaveboi 4 FREE abuse' with me and went out to the bar. I immediately walked through to the playing room. Such great equipment everywhere! All that a masotoy like me could dream off. However nothing being used.
I put myself against a bondage pole, raising my hands, fully exposing my slavebody for hopefully a lot of excited sadistic Masters to come. I couldn't find a good place to put my cardboard note however, so after about 10 minutes and no one coming, i decided to check upstairs. On the first floor it was totally empty too.
I decided to put myself in the open wooden isolation box and give my slavetits some training while waiting for Masters to show up. I laid down on my back and put the cardboard note on my stomach, put my blindfolds on. My tits already hurt quite a bit, which easily made my cock hard.
boi was anxious yet excited. My slavecock in hard erection. Not knowing how long i would be waiting in that box, i decided to train myself some more in pain, making sure i kept a nice big hard cock for my possible abusers. I put the nasty steel clamps hard and deep on my nipples. In my head i would count 'till 60 seconds. I put my arms behind my back laying down. All this while being blindfolded. After 1 minute i would sharply remove the tit clamps and reput them immediately, but this time on the very tip of my tits. It hurt a lot, but i started counting again 'till 60. I tried to listen to figure out some footsteps approaching, but couldn't. There was too much loud speaking and laughing coming from the bar. Another minute had passed. I snapped the clamps off again, this time reputting them deep on my nipples again but turned 90 degrees, so that the other part of the nip would be clamped too now. Again i started counting. The pain was uncomfortable but still doable. One long minute passed again. No one had passed by, at least no one had yet touched me. Again clamps pulled off roughly and again reput on the very ends of my tits in the same 90 degrees. I started breathing more heavy. It started to hurt more, but i concentrated on the counting. It was great pain training. Yet another minute had passed. And this time i was sure i had heard some footsteps real close. I imagined some pairs of sadistic eyes watching my helpless slavebody which made my cock throb. But no touches so far. We were about 5 minutes in. Now it would become even harder. I would overlap the chain which connected my nipple clamps to my round mouth spreader, giving more strain on the chain and pulling more on my tits. I again immediately reput them, again 90 degrees turned back into the original position, again deep and hard on the base of my aching tits. And now, i would have to count 'till 120. I laid down again and now felt the chain tugging more on the chain pulling on my nipples, causing even more distress and pain. This was great nipple pain training. My cock loved it too. It started dripping precum. I needed to take care i didn't drop on the cardboard note, which i always layed on my belly, Well in sight of eventual passers-by.
I tried to continue counting, the augmented pain making it more difficult. And definetely hearing footsteps nearby too, loud talking in German i couldn't understand between 2 men. I guessed it were the 2 men from the changing room, but wasn't sure being totally blinded. I am sure they started at my suffering a bit and took their time to read the note, but then they stepped further, no touching or contact by them. 2 minutes had passed, clamps roughly taken off and immediately reput on the very top, chain still twisted, causing quite some sharp pain. I breathed heavily, coping with the pain. I sensed my cockhead with my finger and noticed it was all wet. I swooped the precum off with my fingers and put it into my forcefully opened mouth. i realised how humiliating yet exciting that was and was hoping that no one had been watching this. I laid down again, even sharper pain again. But started counting two minutes again, being brave, actually enjoying the painfull training i had put on myself too. Clamps back off. This had become noticably more painfull too now, since my tits had been clamped off twice as long and the blood rushed back into my nipples giving sharp pain. But i immediately reput the clamps again. Again on the tips. I fought the pain. Feeling that my cock was still rockhard. Putting some more precum in my opened mouthhole. Quite desperate laying down again, feeling the chain tensed and pulling. Starting to count again 'till 120.
Still no action. I kind of started hoping that someone would step in so this tit training could stop. Nothing happened still. My cock still throbbing hard, dripping. Taking those clamps off right on the tips of my already well tortured nipples gave a really nice sharp pain. To be compared with being pierced by needles. Again clamps turned 90 degrees on the base now. Precum swallowed. Counting again. It really was quite intensely painfull now. Again snapped off. And reput on the tops. Again counting, difficult concentrating now. Also still hearing some footsteps pass by regularly. Also hearing the doorbell ring sometimes, meaning more potential Masters could be entering.
I was almost at the end of my counting 'till 120, when i was startled by feeling 4 icecold fingers superficially touching and scraping my hard cock along my shaft. Then my balls. I started heaving in anticipation. I wanted to shout out 'please, take me, Sir' but couldn't my mouth being blocked by the steel ring. The fingers became two hands now exploring my whole body. I was totally excited now. Didn't even notice the pain in my nipples anymore, well, not that hard anymore anyway. The man didn't speak a word. I was just fondled all over. Gently though. I started moaning, trying to convince this man to take me out of this box and start playing with me, not even knowing what kind of Master he would be. But my experience has made me quite fear icecold fingers. They usually end up to be true sadistic ones. I imagined He would be a hard Master, and it made my cock throbbing hard. But then, as suddenly and quietly as it appeared, it went away. At first i thought it was teasing for sure and that i would feel the cold fingers again. But after quite some time i realised this man had just walked away and left me there, all excited and ready.
I was feeling quite disappointed, but reset my mind and decided to continue for hopefully more Masters to follow. I upped the game again. Removing the clamps now really hurt, since they had been clamped so much longer right on the tips of my tits. I had stopped counting after 118 as my body got touched and i thought it would end. I was still quite excited, gave the chain another twist, making it shorter yet again and reputting the clamps back in original position deep on my tits. Laying down was really painfull now die to the tugging of the chain pulling my clamped tits upwards painfully. I couldn't help moaning in pain now. I noticed my slavebody starting to sweat too. With new hope i started counting 'till 180 now. Even three minutes again snapping them off, putting it on the tips, coping with the sharp pain, removing my precum, all the while staying hard as rock.
I got desperate. I was sure i heard footsteps passing by a couple of times, but no touches. Next round, again shorter chain, i couldn't even lay down my head anymore now. Counting till 240 now! Really my tits hurt so bad. It was the sensation as if someone was constantly putting a flame from a cigarette lighter on my tits. And yet i still continued, putting on the tips, turning 90 degrees, making sure the cardboard note was well positioned, swallowing my precum. I felt some Drops of painsweat rolling off my ribs and thighs. After this series of counting 'till 240, i decided to quit. I had been tortured like this for well over one hour now for sure and no one else had come over. Though i was sure i heard several footsteps pass by. Some even whispering in German i couldn't understand. I removed my clamps finally. I stepped out of the box, still in erection. I noticed the upper floor was totally empty, except for a Master totally on the other side looking at me. I guessed He wouldn't be interested in me, otherwise He would have just taken me. The sign said i was there for free abuse, right?
Disappointed i stepped down. I noticed that practically no one was playing here. Except for a couple of doggies who were fondling eachother in a cage, and for another couple of which the Top had placed his bottom on a table, tied up, and was milking him with a milking machine. I came a bit closer, always hoping that man would just take me and prepare me for some forced milking also. But no luck. There i stood again, in a room of all the most exciting bondage gear and furniture you could imagine, and not a single person having interest in it. They were all chatting and drinking at the bar. I was feeling quite disappointed once again. Such a great unique facility, but rarely true sado Masters to be found.
I was thinking about leaving disappointed again when i noticed this Master staring at me still from the first floor. I looked at Him. And he turned around and walked away akwardly. I decided to go and check. He was standing in the room with the big bondage bed. As i entered the room, He turned His back on me. Not great, i thought by myself. I decided to take another step. 'Hi Sir!' The man mumbled something in German, clearly annoyed or ashamed. 'Would You like me to serve You, Sir?' i asked bluntly. To my surprise the man answered 'Yes, for sure, boi! I had been watching you all this time in that box and i wouldn't mind exploring you some more, boi!' Suddenly the ice for Him was broken, and He stepped up to me, grabbed my balls with His left hand and twisted my bruisend tit with His right hand, making me gaspnin pain. He smiled. 'Bet those are quite painfull by now, hey, boi?' 'Yes, Sir' i stumbled. But my cock gave me away, and the Master had noticed it too.
The Master was a tall average built man of about 50 years old i guessed. Totally dressed up in dark leather police style clothing with handcuffs, rubberstick black leather gloves and black leather tie and everything. Typical Berlin outfit for Doms. On Folsom Berlin i had seen many of Them like this. The Master put my blindfolds on. He also strained the straps of the blindfolds at maximum giving a constant pressure on my eyeballs and making sure i could absolutely see nothing. Then He strapped my slavemask really tight too, taking his time for that. The pressure on my head made me feel quite vulnerable and submissive. My cock was still hard. The Master liked to touch it and jerk it off briefly. He liked playing with my tits too. He pushed in me a bit further against the wall. He licked on my ankles making me stand with open legs. I raised my hands above my head to make it clear to Him i was available as His toy, but He didn't like that. He snugged my arms down and attached them together behind my back. Then I felt a rope around my balls. He was trying up my cock and balls quite skillfully and strict making my cock even harder. All this without saying a word. He wasn't a big talker. That was for sure.
In this position He started playing with me. Testing out how painfull my nipples were. Squeezing my balls. Jerking and slapping my cock. Slapping my balls. Probing my mouth with His leather gloves. Whenever i reacted to Him inflicting me pain or abusing me, He put His head against my head and whispered calmly 'Shhh... Ruhe!' He liked exploring my body all over, slowly, taking His time, enjoying His toy. Now He attached my steel collar to the wall with the rope. 'Stay here... Don't move' He suddenly said. And off He went leaving me standing there , not even knowing if there were other People around. It took about 5 minutes before He returned i guess.
Without saying a word, i felt a sharp pain in my left nipple. It was more the surprising factor than they actual pain that made me move. He pushed my head against the wall putting pressure on my forehead and gain said right into my left ear 'Shhh...Ruhe!' I let the pain reside. Breathed slowly now. I realised it wasn't a very hard nipple clamp. Probably one of those chinese clover clamps. Then my right tit got clamped too. Didn't feel that painfull now. The Master again slowly enjoyed playing with my body. Now concentrating on my balls. Squeezing them. Till i jerked in pain. Everytime He telling me 'Ruhe!' It was clear He liked the control over me. I closed my legs a bit in reaction of the pain in my balls. 'Keep your legs open boi!' He ordered, this time with a firmer raised voice. I tried but couldn't always resist as a reflex to the pain. 'Don't move!' and again i heard Him Stepping down the stairs.
It took again several minutes. I guessed He would look for some stuff and take some sips from His beer and smoke His cigarette a bit, because when He returned and came closer to my face i smelled the beer and cigarettes. This time He came back with more rope. My legs were attached so that they stayed open forcefully. I knew what that meant. Also He attached my head strongly upwards against the wall circling two rounds of rope into my mouth half gagging me. I knew this meant nothing good for sure. And yes, the abuse and pain steadily augmented. My balls were squeezed and hit harder. My cock got jerked off painfully. My clamped tits got twisted and pulled harder. When i moaned louder or shouted a bit, He loved pressing His head strongly against mine, telling me 'Ruhe!'. When i couldn't hold myself moaning, He suddenly put His gloved left hand on my mouth and nose, taking away my sound and air. He twisted my tits hard and slapped my balls with His right hand, making me gasp for air, choking me! I loved that feeling, but got me scared to. After all i had realised that we had been alone in this desolated room all this time.
He released just in time. Making me gasp for air through my rope bound mouth. Just enough, to do it all over again. Making me sweat. Jerking against my bonds. He enjoyed it really a lot. Choking me like that, gasping for air, while suffering His tortures. He loved having that control over me. He also started strangling my neck, pushing my neck vains with His strong right hand, while choking me with His left hand. Just going to my limits each time. It was scary, yet so exciting. I was in total control of this Master. It must have taken at least 15 minutes, this choke training. Finally He stopped. Slowly and again without saying a word, He took off again. Enjoying another beer and cigarette for sure.
When He came back, sharp pain again in my nipple as He violently removed the clamps. Only to reput something else. At first i couldn't figure it out what exactly, but then i realised it were wooden clothespins. He put three over each tit and put about 8 on my slightly flackened cock now. He removed my mouth rope too now. But started probing deep inside my mouth. While rubbing His other hand all over the clothespins. He tested out my gag reflex really profound and long. Enjoying the power over His object once more. This took also about fifteen minutes i guess.
Then finally He stopped. Slowly He started untying me. I was totally sweating. He forced me on my knees. He unzipped His pants and got His cock out. It wasn't totally hard, yet quite thick. It filled up my mouth totally. I haven't got a big mouthhole unfortunately. I am not able to totally open my mouth. As a kid i had been punched hard on my cheeks ones, which had dislocated my jaw joint, causing great pain. Many months i had suffered from that. Now it still hurts when i am forced to keep my mouth open as for instance at the dentist. Or when ordered to suck a cock for a longer time. It's a dull pain. An uncomfortable, annoying pain. Like my jaw muscles got cramped. It's not a pleasant feeling. It doesn't make me hard, this kind of pain.
Anyway, this Master enjoyed taking His time sucking Him off, fucking my mouth, deepthroating me. Lots of precum. My jaws really hurt. I wasn't comfortable on my knees too, stuck between the bondage bed and the wall. I struggled. 'Get up!' The Master took me by my balls and cock firmly and dragged me out of the room. Into another small room a bit further. I was still firmly blindfolded. I noticed the Master could stand/sit on something and i had more room to kneel in front of His groin. A long session of forced sucking and throatfucking started. The Master took my head with both hands and forced His cock as deep as He could making me gag and choke. Just not to the vomiting point, except for once when i couldn't resist throwing up a bit of stomach fluid. Luckily imy stomach was empty. I hadn't been eating since the morning. The Master enjoyed giving me a long deepthroat training. Total control over me. He was pleased.'Good boi' i heard for the first time. 'Thank You, Sir!' He removed all the clothespins by pulling on one end untill they painfully and slowly snapped off one by one.
Then I was finally released from my eyeblinds too. He removed my mask too. He took my head in both hands and smiled at me. He started probing me deeply and profoundlywith His leather gloved fingers in all my orifices, my mouth, my ears, my nose, my urethra, my asshole. It was very humiliating. I was just His object. He poked so deep info my noseholes it hurt. He crushed my ears with His both hands. He put His four fingers deep in my mouth. While He licked my balls and rubbed my cock with His boots while i was kneeled between His legs. It took a long time. Now i also heard some action downstairs. Someone got a spanking there. I didn't like all that sucking too much and longed to be handed over to another Master and got some good spanking or whipping too. Or at least be usefull on all the amazing bondage equipment downstairs. I took my courage and dared to ask 'Do You like spanking too, Sir?' Unfortunately His answer was: 'No!' and He forced His dick back into my mouth making me shut up. It continued for a while longer.
Finally it ended. 'Stand up!' He took me by my balls again and dragged me further. There was a smoking room on the first floor. He dragged me into it. There were three other men sitting in couches. They looked at me, smiling. The Master sat down in the couch, made me kneel into His crotch again. He lit up a cigarette and drank His beer. And i started sucking again. After a while the three other men left the room. Now the Master stood up and started to wank Himself up right over my face. 'Open your mouth!' He started jerking and breathing heavily. Then He came in my open mouth and on my face and chest. Shouting out loudly. He came to Himself slowly, me still on my knees right in front of Him, covered with His sperm all over. He took a Paper roll and started cleaning up His cock very meticulously and putting everything back into His costume neatly. 'Stay here! Don't move' And off He was again.
I could notice Him through the window standing at the bar below, talking to the men around that looked upstairs at me. I raised my head down. He ordered Himself a beer. Still waiting as ordered on my knees, the sperm trying up on my face and chest, He came back with my cardboard note. On the back He had written His profile name on Recon. 'Contact Me, boi!' 'Yes, Sir, i will Sir!' He rubbed my head and took off. I took some paper roll and cleaned my face and chest. And looked at the time. It was 1h30 am already. Time flies when you are having a hard time! I went downstairs to the playing room to see if i could be at use to some other Masters but it was totally abandoned. I was kind of disappointed that once again i hadn't had the occasion to be bound and tortured on all these wonderfull devices, but i did have some good slave training after all...
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Previous stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/true-slave-life-stories/slave-helot-at-the-slave-market https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/true-slave-life-stories/slave-helot-at-folsom-2024 https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/slave-training-weekend
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