Risks of being a novice submissive (3): Tales of fistspain (1.3.3)

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5.- Bar Cruising, Madrid:

April 1992, the high-speed train line Ave Sevilla-Madrid is inaugurated, and in August 1992, I decide to go on an adventure, alone, and as always, my family and friends think I'm somewhere else.

I don't know much about sadism, leather, or fistfucking, and I'm looking for excitement and vice like in other places where I've been and that are now boring me. I'm looking for more sensations, increasingly extreme ones. I've bought gay magazines with hardcore sex themes, and they turn me on, and I continue with my fantasies of being tied up, gagged, drugged, and kidnapped by several masters in their dungeon. I'm still young, but at 26, I have a bit more sexual experience, although I'm still inexperienced in harder things.

Until '97, I didn't have a computer or internet, and then I started discovering other, harder, and more extreme worlds. Until I had my own fistfucking page in Spanish, with MSN groups, photos, etc. But at these beginnings, I still ignored many things, with my extreme fantasies, but I was just a common pervert who excited men to calm my ardor, and deep down, I'm still the same, always selfish and controlling, first my desires, and then the other person's, whether submissive or dominant. But I'm not that bad, haha, I try to make the other person enjoy it to the maximum.

I checked a gay guide in a magazine I bought monthly, and it mentioned the disco bar Cruising, which was ideal, with a dark room and guaranteed vice. Normally, I paid for the first drink to get in, and then only the ones they offered me, which, at that time, they found me very appealing and were generous with me.

Of course, the dark room was not very big, humid, warm, with a thick atmosphere, full of cigarette smoke and other things that weren't cigarettes, not very clean, but exciting, full of perverted people, just for pleasure. I, as always, was without underwear, wearing comfortable clothes to take off and let everyone do what they wanted with me, sucking my cock, licking me, slobbering all over my body, and I let them fuck me, as long as they weren't too rough and didn't have a very thick cock.

Sweaty bodies, smelling of humidity, sweat, cum, cigarettes, an atmosphere that was hard to breathe, but I didn't need to drink alcohol or get high to get excited, sex was my drug, it drove me crazy with passion, I lost control, and I didn't need to take anything to get out of control, making everyone around me get excited and lose a bit of their sense of reality. I could stay for hours in that zone, without leaving, passing from hand to hand, never getting tired, never able to stop, sex was my drug, and later, when everything was over, I felt a crash, I felt dirty, used, regretful, disgusted, and very bad, and I promised not to do it again, but then the next heat came, and I didn't just...