Event 4 (English)
Report of “Sexual” Incident
Location: Frankfurt Gymnasium
Chapter 1
The slave went, as always, to the steam room after working out for a bit of leisure after his workout. When he came in, there were four guys in the back corner (probably all gay) and one guy at the straight spot (the spot from which you can look outside). The slave quickly assessed the situation and exposed his cage, upon which the fooling around to my right immediately began. Across from me in the corner sat a Pole with a big dick, very hairy, and an Asian mix, rather slim, with a medium-sized dick. To my right sat an older man, and next to him the Spaniard (a dancer or something, lots of muscles). The Pole was jerking off too loudly, so the straight guy turned around. Everyone flinched. But things quickly resumed. The slave indicated that we needed to be quieter. The slave stood up and positioned himself facing the door with the towel in front of the cage. In the back, the Spaniard was jerking off the Pole. The older man had also been jerking off, but now stood up and left. The slave slowly moved backwards toward the Spaniard in the corner, looking toward the straight guy with the towel in front.
Chapter 2
The slave relaxed briefly in the lounge area and got himself a tea. Then he went back into the steam room. The Pole was sitting in the corner. I sat down next to him. Across from me sat a large, muscular Arab. A straight guy was sitting at the straight spot. The Pole was lightly jerking off, and I wasn’t paying much attention to my cage. I also thought it was dark. Then someone else with a towel around his waist sat down next to me. The Pole stood up and left. I sat there for a few minutes. Suddenly, the Arab across from me leaned over and said to me: “Hey, what kind of plastic thing do you have on your dick?” The slave was initially baffled. “It’s a chastity device.” “What?” “A chastity device!” “Okay, I don’t know that. Why do you go into the sauna wearing that?” “I always have it on. Does it bother you?” “No, I just don’t know it. What’s it for?” “So I can’t use it.” “Ah, I see. Comes from home, right? So you don’t get into trouble. Haha.” “Yeah, something like that.” A few minutes of silence followed. There were still two other straight guys in the steam room the whole time. “Hey, sorry, I have to ask again. Does it hurt when it goes like…” (makes the gesture of an erect penis with his index finger) “Yeah, a little.” “Really, man? Then why don’t you take it off?” “It doesn’t come off.” “Whoa, man. You’re really committed. Sorry if I’m asking all this.” “No problem.” “Alright, I need to get out, it’s getting too hot in here for me.” He left. The slave was a little excited. He also left shortly afterward and sat down right next to the steam room by the foot baths. He saw the Arab come out of the shower and head toward the lounge area. Then a friend of his came over, whom I couldn’t see but could hear. They had apparently worked out together. A little small talk. Then I listened more closely: “Yeah, bro, he says it’s a chastity device. I swear…” “I want to see that too, bro…” “And above all, weird. Why, bro? As if some girl is just going to come along and sit on it. Seriously. Weird…” (The slave thinks to himself: Wow. Secretly, lots of fags probably wish for this kind of humiliation.)
Chapter 3
The slave chilled there for a few more minutes. Then the Arab went back into the steam room. The slave hesitated at first, but then followed. There were three other guys in the steam room: one at the straight spot, the older guy from the beginning, and another Arab with a towel. I sat down across from the Arab again. The slave was also a little unsure where this was going. The two of them were talking in Arabic. They laughed a lot. The word “plastic” also came up. Maybe they were talking about me. I would never know. The Arab with the towel left. Then he looked at me again: “Hey, sorry again, but why don’t you take it off and just be free?” “It doesn’t come off. It’s secured with a key.” “Ahh. Got it. So you’re controlled by another person.” “Yeah, exactly.” “Then you can’t get to it. Makes sense.” A few minutes passed in silence. Then he looked at my cage again. He once again made that gesture of an erect dick with his finger. I smiled back mildly. Then he suddenly took his own into his hand and played with it. While doing so, he smiled at me. He kept moving it from left to right and made jerking motions. He was even semi-hard now. He held it between two fingers, looked at me, and laughed. I assumed he was playing with the fact that he had one and I didn’t. Then silence again. Then he left. From the corner I heard: “Man, he’s curious.”
Chapter 4
I said: “Yeah, really crazy.” It was the guy from the straight spot. We were the only two left. “How long have you been locked?” “I had just gone six days without opening it.” “That’s not much. Why?” “I get let out sometimes too. I’m not permanently locked.” “I think that’s rather unnecessary. Why would anyone take it off?” The slave already sensed where this was going. “Well, otherwise it gets smaller and stuff.” “Yeah. Then it fits better inside.” The guy stood up and sat down next to me. He was very slim. Slimmer than me despite being the same height. Big dick (really). He played with himself a little. I asked: “Can I touch your penis?” “Are you allowed to do that?” “Yeah. I’m just not allowed to touch my own.” “Hmm. Alright, go ahead.” The slave started jerking him off. He really had a big dick. I jerked him off and stroked him for a few minutes. Then unfortunately other guys came in. The slave stood up and said goodbye. On the way out, a young, blond, athletic boy wanted to enter the steam room. He was completely naked. I said: “It’s already closed.” “Oh, already after ten? Nah, then that’s pointless. Thanks for letting me know!” He walked past me and lightly patted me on the shoulder while thanking me. The slave beamed. When he arrived at the locker room, the slave showed a horny guy who was looking for his locker that he needed to hold the card against the reader longer. He also thanked him with physical contact. Behind me now stood another hairy Arab. While I was changing, he saw my jockstrap. At that moment, he grabbed his bulge and massaged it for one or two seconds.
That was quite an experience.
Event 3 (English)
Report of “Sexual” Incident
Location: Frankfurt Airport
1. Locked in a large Cobra cage with the piercing pointing downward inside the underwear. The body scanner did not alert. No inspection.
The slave first went to the lounge and locked away his carry-on luggage.
2. Now with the cage slightly bent toward the left thigh. And this time it was supposed to be much better. The slave picked a lane with two very young guys—one blonde with a beard, about late 20s, the other with dark hair, around 20 years old, baby-faced.
He stepped into the scanner and deliberately pushed the cage further to the left. This time the scanner went off. Two large red squares appeared. I ended up with the blonde guy. He patted me down—first from the side. Lightly touched the cage but didn’t say anything. I thought that was it.
Then he moved up the thigh again and touched the piercing from underneath. He grabbed the piercing with two fingers and shifted it around. Then he began feeling along the cage with his fingers. The slave felt a tingle in his dick.
“What is that?”
“I’m wearing this plastic thing.”
He grabbed the end of the cage again.
“What kind of thing?”
“It’s like a plastic chastity cage, sorry.”
“Hmm… I’m afraid I have to take a look at that.”
“I understand.”
“Okay, come with me to the booth. Jakob, can you come here for a sec? Booth.”
Jakob is the younger one. The three of us go into the private booth. The curtain closes.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to show everything.”
I just pull down my pants and expose my underwear. On the way to the booth I had quickly shifted the cage into a less obvious position.
“Fully down?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
I pull down my underwear and show my locked-up dicklet.
“Okay. Thanks.”
I look at the two of them. They smile slightly.
“Alright, uh… I’m fine with this,” says the blonde. “Yeah, me too,” says the younger one.
“You can go. Have a good flight.”
“Thank you, and sorry again.”
The slave leaves and retrieves his carry-on. He takes his time. The two are just 5–6 meters away. The slave tries to overhear their conversation.
“Bro, sorry, I totally forgot to warn you,” says the blonde, laughing.
“No worries.”
“No, bro, really, I totally forgot. I know this stuff. Meant to give you a heads-up.”
“All good, bro.”
They both laugh. The slave leaves.
3. The slave now removes the cage. He inserts his large ring and heads to the rear checkpoint. He tucks his penis far down between his legs. In the scanner, he pulls the dicklet further downward. It beeps.
An older Arab-looking guy with a bald head checks the slave. He finds the piercing.
“You’ve still got something in your pocket.”
“No, that’s not in my pocket.”
“What is it?”
“A piercing.”
He weighs it again in his hand.
“A piercing. Okay…
Alright, you can go.”
The slave retrieves his bag and leaves.
4. The slave tries one more time. This time, he lays the penis to the left side and switches to briefs. The ring hangs slightly out to the side. Just before entering the scanner, the slave positions the ring so it protrudes slightly from the body. It works. It beeps.
Again an older Arab-looking man with black hair. He begins to pat down—very thoroughly, touching the slave a lot. The slave enjoys the situation. He touches the piercing too, but unfortunately says nothing about it.
“Okay, you can go.”
The slave grabs his bag. The officer walks over to a colleague:
“Hey, I’m patting down this area (points to the outer thigh). How can there even be anything here? Look—it’s so far from the groin. Some people, man…”
They both laugh out loud.
The slave leaves. He’s fairly tired by now and lacks the energy for a fifth round. But after all—it was quite an amazing experience.
Event 2 (English)
Report on Sexual Incident
Location: Punta Criz Beach
Time: 2:00-4:00 PM
The slave went to the swinger beach and saw signs right at the entrance saying sexual behavior is forbidden here. After the last bar, the heterosexuals were already gathering in men's groups around women who were fucked. Slave continued to the end of the open area and also stripped naked. He made himself hard and then walked through the crowd again to get glances. Then he went to the rocky beach, where guys were already following him. Slave first wanted to check everything out and ran naked past everyone until the end of the beach (again looks and glances). There were also a lot of cuties there. One with a hat smiled especially at me. A blondie in blue speedos also looked over hornily. However, I sat down just below the hottest twinkieboy. He read a book there (dark hair, lean body) in his early 20s, but he did not move for 10 minutes. I went briefly into the water and came out with a hard on. I changed the place and went to the end of the beach. There were three guys having a threesome (one was fucked in 2 holes). They tried to grab me as I walked by. But I only let them play with my dick somewhat and went on. I sat down below a very attractive guy with a beard. Ferries passed by frequently in just 50 m away. The younger guy with the hat jerked off now and came closer. He started touching me, pulling my balls and jerking me off. In the end, he squirted on my thigh, while waving people passed by on the ship, which honked at us. The bearded one jerked off too now. Then I went a little higher and to my delight there stood the cute 20 year old twink. His name was Damir. I walked with him behind some bushes. There I started to blow him. (I asked if he could tape a video and he did(I have the vid)). But he didn't cum. That was still pretty cool. And we both saw several other guys jerking off to it.
We broke up and I went to the sea to masturbate again. There was a couple below me. When they noticed me, one kept on looking up. When the other one went to the bar, the former came to me, stroked my body and jerked off until he squirted. After that I went on. I lay back to the place where I could go swimming. A couple who had watched me before came after me. It was a young handsome Brazilian and his mid-forties Italian friend. The two swam to me and began to take me in the middle after a short small talk. The Brasi went straight to my hole and stuck his finger in it. The Italian jerked me off. I jerked off both until they were big and hard. They brought me until just before but I had to say that I was not allowed to cum. It went like this 3 times, then we went out. I looked at the clock and had to go slowly. I smiled again at Damir and so did he and then I went naked towards the exit. I peed on the way just outside the straight area. While peeing, the blondie with the blue speedo came past me, stopped behind me and stroked my butt. I let him play a little and went on. In the hetero area, someone came directly to me and said he would love to touch my dick. I said ok and he jerked me off between the straights. But when he wanted to blow, I went on. At the height of the bar, the SpeedoBlondie came over again with his friend and spoke to me. He said he actually wanted to come with my dick in his mouth. I said I have to go and sorry but he said there is a toilet back here. He quickly informed his friend, but we only went behind a cover next to a few camping cars. He started jerking off, people always passed by. He started kissing my dick and jerking me off and doing it too. He always sat down and it was almost too risky for him. But in the end he squirted in a high arc between my feet, while he had my cock in his mouth. Shortly afterwards, an employee came around the corner and looked at what we were doing there. We went to wash our dicks on the toilet for a while. Then I got on the bike and started to Rovinj.
Event 1 (English)
Report on Sexual Incident:
Time: 4:30 PM
Yesterday, after my workout, I went to the steam bath. In the corner lay a guy in his early 30s. His body was similar to mine, but completely unshaven. His cock rested upward. His eyes were closed, and he was relaxing. I sat down next to him and observed him. This made my dicklet get rock hard in the cage, twitching and pressing. I had a towel covering the cage. I felt an intense urge to touch him. I "accidentally on purpose" brushed against his arm.
Then, two guys left, and we were alone. He didn’t move. I dared to touch his arm again. When there was still no reaction, I started stroking his arm. As nothing happened, I went further. I caressed his sweaty, defined abs and chest and quickly reached his cock. Overcome with desire, I crouched down and started sucking him. Now, he moaned. I stroked his body while jerking him off and blowing him.
His hand moved from behind to my thigh, then to my hole. He stroked it and slid a finger inside while I continued worshipping his cock. He told me to sit on his cock, but that, of course, wasn’t an option without a condom. So I kept blowing him. In the end, he finished himself off, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his belly. I took his cum and rubbed it on myself. I kissed his cock and thanked him.
He pointed at the water hose, which I brought him. He rinsed himself off while I stood in front of him. He asked if I wanted to be rinsed too, and I said yes. Then, he sprayed my body from top to bottom, including my cage. After that, he dropped the hose, stood up, and left. I thanked him again.