Risks of being a novice submissive (4) (end): Stories of fistspain (1.3.4)

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7.- Disco Strong Center, Madrid:

This disco, with its huge and tacky dark room, dirty and poorly ventilated, with dark areas, labyrinths, corridors, private areas, always seemed very morbid to me, its dark room full of sweaty and hot people, always willing.

And of course, that kind of labyrinth of corridors surrounding small rooms, where you can get inside, I liked the two big ones in the corner, as I always got naked and hung my clothes, left the door open and got into a vicious mood, provoking everyone who passed by the door, always one or several would come in and we would have a good orgy of vice and debauchery, I was always in my role of being used, or rather using others for my own pleasure, without reasoning, just my vicious streak and nothing else.

Normally, I would reject anyone who wasn't looking for the same thing, or didn't fit, everything without bad vibes.

I remember one time a mature guy came in, I was still young and somewhat inexperienced in sadistic practices, he attracted me more and more, but without too much experience.

Shorter than me, which always gives me a certain advantage if I need to cut things short, he was an ordinary guy, didn't give me a thrill when I saw him, but since he came in, I let him, others would come in when they saw us, I like it when others see how vicious I am, it gives me a lot of thrill to feel observed, but not by critics that are everywhere, but by people who are into vice and get excited watching, that turns me on.

He closed the door, I told him to leave it open and he replied that we would enjoy ourselves alone and then he would open it for other guys to come in and use me.

I didn't see anything strange in that, he grabbed me by the chest and squeezed hard with his hands, it hurt, but he hit my weak spot, immediately my cock got hard, he was squeezing hard, then he focused on my nipples, it hurt a lot, but he did it well, without nails, just the tips of his fingers, and I was getting horny, to the max, rather to a thousand per hour, he was squeezing them like they were elevator buttons that never opened the doors, he was twisting them, stretching them, I was crazy, with pain and pleasure.

Suddenly he stopped and started slapping me on both sides of the face, normally that's not my thing, he was hitting me so hard that I was stumbling, I tried to dodge him, we hadn't talked about sadism or anything, I was just exhibiting myself, heating up those who passed by the door, I know you'll say I had it coming, but one thing is to look for a guy for vice and another is to be hit without being asked.

I tried to leave and make him stop, but he wouldn't let me escape, at first I just wanted him to slow down the pace, I didn't want to finish, deep down I was enjoying it like a good dog, but the bastard, I don't...