More Cruising and a Failed Master

Cruising at Club Milk

On Saturday at 6:30 p.m. I went to Club Milk. It's a sex club in a townhouse which I've visited in the past. Even though this was supposedly this special monthly party, there weren't a lot of guys there, probably just around ten of them. Perhaps there would be more guys at night, but I was planning on going to Sodome sauna that night. So I stayed at Club Milk for no more than an hour. As soon as I got fucked, I left.

I was interested in a very muscular guy, who was busy fucking another guy for a long time. Some time after he was done and we were again in the same room, I brushed against him but he didn't react. He left the room but he came back less than a minute later, more responsive to me.

We embraced against the wall. He had an amazing muscular body to hug but it was more me wrapping my arms around him than him hugging back. He was more interested in playing with my cage, and eventually my hole. I sucked his dick but it tasted a bit like shit. Oddly enough, when I asked him to fuck me, he asked if I was clean. I wondered if he had asked that question to the guy he fucked before me.

I kept my feet planted on the ground, then lowered just my upper body onto the mattress in front of me. He rimmed my ass for a while. I had already pulled out the lube from my pouch and my mind was mostly thinking about whether or not I should apply lube before he'd fuck me. Yeah, the rimming just wasn’t especially interesting for me. I've had nice rimming before but that wasn’t it. I never ask for rimming anyway.

He fucked me for a good few minutes in the same position. He started really hard but I took it. What was hard for me was that either the mattress or the wall smelled of shit too.

Bitching about a Failed Master

Sorry if this section will put you off, but don't worry. If you want to jerk off to my tales, I just need to bitch for a bit about another guy I was going to visit in Rio de Janeiro, to get it out of my system, and then I'll have more exciting tales from the sauna, so hang in there or skip to the next section.

I didn't go to the sauna on Friday night because I was tired after spending half a day trying to work out alternatives to monetizing my content, while the costs of producing it keep piling up.

Then, I ended up not going to the sauna on Saturday night either, because of a second letdown from a Brazilian guy who I was hoping to travel to next week, in order to explore the possibility of him becoming my Dominant boyfriend. By "second letdown" I don't just mean two disappointments two days in a row, but I'm referring to two letdowns from him.

Apparently his workplace scheduled travel for him for the entire time that I was supposed to visit him and stay at his place. He didn't think I was the first person he should call to let me know about his changed plans and see if there was anything we could do about it. It never even crossed his mind to negotiate alternatives with his workplace. I was especially surprised by his excuse. He thought I was going to stay somewhere else in the city, as if my trip across the continent had nothing to do with him. We couldn't have been clearer that I was traveling for over 10 hours just for the purpose of getting to know him.

As I said, unfortunately this wasn't the first time he did this to me. Last time this happened, he didn't reply to messages for a few days while I was waiting for us to finalize our joint travel plans. Then it turned out that he knew his travel plans were on shaky ground, but he didn't think that the person he was planning to travel with should know, or that the silent treatment was causing me unnecessary stress.

I know I veered a little off kink, but I thought I'd share with you this story, which I hope illustrates the risks I'm willing to take—whether to find love or to find another Master. I consider myself more flexible than most people, literally daring to go great distances—because of my lifestyle as a digital nomad. However, even a submissive nomad has emotions and needs a measure of stability. The worst thing in any relationship, and particularly in a Master-slave relationship, is breaking trust.

I try to be careful about the guys I trust, but sometimes I get them wrong. This guy was cute and incredibly hot, but apparently was also very immature to the point of being a complete douchebag. He can't even apologize, and not because he's a mean person, but just because he's clueless. All he can see is that his workplace did something to him. Can you imagine? A self-proclaimed Master who has zero agency with his workplace and takes zero responsibility for his own actions that directly impacted the guy he wanted to own as his slave and boyfriend?

Cruising at Sodomé Bath House

After bitching and ripping him apart, let's end on a happier note. I knew I missed the bigger crowds at Sodome Bath House on Friday night and Saturday night, but in the end, I decided to try my luck on Sunday evening. I'm glad I did.

I got fucked by two guys in rather short sequence. As I mentioned in my last blog post, you can’t see much in the larger dark room at Sodome sauna, so I could barely see them. I could only feel their bodies and I decided they were good enough for me. Neither of them was muscular but they were both in good shape.

The first guy had an average cock and the second guy had a slightly thicker cock which slid nicely on my tongue. I enjoyed sucking his cock. And then he fucked me too.

But then a third guy overshadowed them. He was hung significantly thicker and his body was large, somewhat overweight, but also muscular. He fucked me for such a long time! He stood behind me as I rested my chest on the mattress in front of me. When he pressed against my hole, I wasn’t sure he‘d manage to squeeze in, but he slid in nicely within a few seconds.

It was an effort to take it of course, but mostly because he went for so long. I was especially impressed when he sat on the edge of the mattress (just as you would sit on a chair) and drilled me on his dick, again with my back to him. While eventually I practiced some active bottoming, going up and down on his dick, most of the time he was doing all the work, even in that position. That was some powerful muscle work on his part.

Then we switched back to the first position for a bit, and finally, I lay on my back and he fucked me while facing me. I guess that position worked best for him, because he fucked me so much harder and faster. I tried to hold on to my chastity cage, but one of my balls still managed to escape my cage.

Bottoming in that position was a little less comfortable for me and even a bit more painful than in the other positions. But now I know the pain may be associated with the process of my ball squeezing itself out of the cage’s ring. Which reminds me, I should order a smaller ring for the cage again, as I had before I lost the keys to my cage (while being locked)—which meant giving up that cage. But I’ll choose the curved cage ring this time, which reduces pain from the ring’s pressure under the testicles.

By then I ran out of lube in my little sachet and I was not willing to use Sodome’s sachet which that guy offered, as I knew from last time that it would make bottoming more painful. So I told him I was going to get a tube of lubricant from my locker and I’d be back shortly. I took the opportunity to freshen up with some Gatorade at the bar.

When I got back, I got fucked by a fourth guy who was even more muscular. It was so nice feeling his muscles against my back while he fucked me standing against the wall. Then the third guy found me and hugged me while I was being fucked. He was so huggable and that helped me take more dick. Fuck, I love taking dick so much more when there’s another guy who I can play with in front of me, whether I’m hugging him, kissing him or sucking his dick.

The fourth guy didn’t last for long though and the high-endurance third guy was eager to take his place, courteously asking me if he could fuck me again. Mexican cortesía is so sweet. Of course I was happy to let him fuck me again!

While he fucked me, I appointed the closest guy to take his spot in front of me. He was young, bearded, slender and had very defined abs. His dick was a little thinner than I’d like, but I sucked him just the same, at least for a couple of minutes until he left.

Then another guy—his total opposite—took his place. This guy was perhaps in his 50s and he was huge…incredibly muscular! I really enjoyed hugging him, but that was all I was going to get from him, as it didn’t seem like he wanted me to suck his dick or bottom for him. He may have been a bottom himself, but with voyeuristic tendencies. It seemed he was satisfied with just having a front row seat to my fucking. He kept asking if the fucking was good—if it was rico. Of course it was. Muy rico!

While my attention was focused on him, I let the high endurance guy fuck me hard, until he finally came. I was so happy for him. It always fills me with joy when I can make my sex partner cum. How does it make you feel?