Mid May 2002
I drove into Amsterdam it was about 10:30 at night ...it's still light and it's nearly midnight. So I figures that I might as well check into my hotel...a canal house on "Prinsengraght & Utrichstracht" So I did and then immediately split and ran for the last tram. it's a nice night out & I wanted to go on tour. The last tram to Woemoestracht stops just short of it on the Dam stop of the #4. You walk around a phallic monolithic sculpture and then you just follow the leather guys...they'll lead you to the bars...the ones that you would like to expect in Amsterdam. Just for the record I want you to know that every cafe on every street serves a full menu of various exotic varieties of the worlds best pot and hash. So even before I went on this sojourn I was 'three sheets to the wind'. Not fucked-up like on alcocol... just fucked-up enough to aid and abet me in doing everything I shouldn't oughta do. So the first of the bars was named 'Arcos.' Also all the bars have what they call dark rooms. I call them suck parlors. So I climbed into this place, I mean I literally had to climb in. The step is about 16" high. I thought that it must be hard to breach the step if you're either wearing tall, motorcycle, or Nazi ss boots. I bet there must have been many dudes that've been fucked on that stoop. It's just high enough to kneel in front of and just high enough for some stud to sit down, spread his legs and get a good blow-job. This 'Arcos' joint is this windowless, dimly lit bar. There are about fifty guys in here. Most of them are over 6'. They grow'em real large here in Holland. I think it's their variety of cum that makes'em that way. It's milky white with a tinge of almost blue liquid that surrounds the globs of cum. It's plentiful. I mean these guys cum by the shot glassful. It's sweet with a little of that savory man scent always present. And they cum often. I also think they all get weekly shots of testosterone. Their dicks...most of them are 8 - 10" and kinda thick. Mind you I can always breathe...even with the thick ones cause I had to learn to do it that way if I wanted to keep dick down my throat for a long time. I mean for as long as a guy wanted me to. I ordered a beer and moved away from the bar so I could size-up the crowd. Almost everyone was smoking weed, there are two or three guys getting their cocks sucked just outside of the toilet. So I'm gonna move in for a closer look. There is a large Turkish population here in Amsterdam. Most of the men are straight, but they are also muslum, and aren't allowed to fuck women until they get married. But they have no problem getting their dicks sucked... some reciprocate - most don't. That's cool . I never ask for it. I think there is nothing more sensuous than a man with his dick down my throat telling me to swallow his offerings. Telling me with assured passion to do it for him. In doing it for him I am also doing it for myself. Kno what I mean? So I am right in front of the bathroom now. Standing there ostensibly waiting on the line for the urinal. But what I really had my sights on were the dicks that were being sucked. Piss was pouring out from the lips of this dude that was on both of his knees gazing up with a mouthful of Turkish meat. "Precum was leaking from my cock but I didn't want to cum yet so I just chilled for a while from the 'stroke your own cock' routine. He must see me watching him cause he's beckoning to me with repeated head-flinching gestures. I'm looking directly into his largest bronze eyes. He's staring and steering me directing me to lay sight on his cock. He asked. Want some? The guy on his knees looked up at me, I told him to "get lost" . And I kissed him full on the lips. I whispered to him so nobody else could hear. Lead me and I will do anything you want for yourself or your bar-buddies. He held my face away from his for a moment. and smiled that smile of recognition...Master recognizes sex slave. He kissed the top of my head as he pushed me downward toward his throbbing cock. I could feel it's heaving throb as soon as he passed it through my wet lips. He was wetting my mouth with a small amount of beerpiss. Just enough to keep his cock wet as he has his way with my mouth. Now that's a lot of cock I thought. What will he do as an encore. His encore was his cum; there was so much cum I swallowed, at close intervals, for a full minute. He told me just now that he wanted to take me across the street to "The Eagle" bar where some of his sex-buddies regularly hang out. He wanted to know if that was ok. I said "sure". We crossed over the street and they were waiting there for us. He must have made a phone call alerting them because when we got there there were a dozen or so men. Studs...hungered , to have their throbbing cocks tended to waiting for us. I mean these guys gave horny a new meaning. I don't know weather it was the power of the crowd or what, but I knew these men meant business. Several of them had their slaves shackled to wood posts that were bolted to the floor. They wore chain or leather collars that were locked to huge rings screwed into the post-tops. Most of them had nice bodies they were all naked. Their masters were studs. They were born to fuck their slaves, to have play with them whenever and however they wished. They were desire driven slaves to their own sexhead. Each and every one of these men knew how to elicit the core of the sexhead from their toys. They wanted me to play with for only one night. They didn't ask me. They encouraged my will to it's point of breakdown They didn't have to do or say a thing. They just stood there with demi hard cocks, glistening from the last time they got sucked-off. Jamie, One of the bottom boys was wearing a hood, eyes and nose exposed, it had a covering over the mouth with a funnel, fashioned as part of the hood, the funnel rested in his mouth. His master...Thom this German dude, must've been packin a foot long dick. He's drinking a beer, and with a smooth turning motion puts his full, open hand on the back of Jamie's neck and plugs his funnel with his piss-dripping cock. Jamie drank...he had no choice. Thom after finishing unloading just as casually turned around and again became part of the crowd. It was Jamie's job to drink beerpiss from Thom or anyone Thom told him to drink from. He asked me if I wanted to piss in his boy. I walked over and took out my dick and began to piss when he grabbed my cock...squeezing it so no piss would come out. No he said. Not now! Wait till you really have to take a wicked piss. When you are full of beerpiss yourself...You will beg to piss. With this he took a strand of leather from around his wrist and tied it first around my balls and then around the base of my cock, finishing just below the head. He tied it tight so nothing would come out unless the leather binding was loosened. I was instructed not to touch it myself. I would be released much much later. My heart throbbed in anticipation. I wanted to suck each and every cock in the room. Even their slaves. I wanted to be filled-up with cum. So it poured from my lips and so they did. AT times their slave-boys were instructed to help me eat the cum offerings by repeatedly squeezing our every last drop of cum from every last one of their cocks. It felt good my nipples were hard my own cock throbbed wanting to piss and cum. I Told Luc I needed to piss real bad he told me I first had to take some of their beerpiss up my butt. I bent over the bathtub inside was Paul one of the slaveboys placed their to drink piss. Luc pissed on the bud of my asshold warming and wetting it till it opened for him. That's very good boy he said as he shoved his demii hard pissing cock it full length inward. It warmed me. The slaveboy stood up and fed me his piss. It was neverending. Thom slowly released the leather binding my cock and told the boy to get on his knees & drink 'from the man who made him happy. He did as he was told and stayed there waiting for orders to drink my cum. They never came. Luc told me to curl up my body over my head and shoot my own load into my mouth. Paul jerked my dick sensually till I couldn't hold back any longer. I shot bevies of cum one landed on my lip a hand reached over and fed it to me the next round fell on my tongue, it tasted good I swallowed. It was satisfying. My butt was cleansed from the men who pissed in me earlier. Rest awhile said Luc. We're all goin to fuck you next so take a little nap first. And when you feel someone entering you, then you'll know it's time to serve us again.