Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2008 11:04:53 +0000
From: Paul R <pauledin@hotmail.com>
Subject: Amsterdam

Amsterdam didn't seem to have changed much in the ten years since his last
visit.

The wind off the canals in March still cut like a knife. Paul was glad to
get inside the hotel lobby and out of the wind, his friend Iain was coming
in on a later flight.

'The lederhuis hotel' or as he had been told 'The house of leather' was a
gay owned and run establishment, catering to the SM community, it was a
fairly modern place with many extras installed to suit the clientelle.

It was lunchtime and the 20 or so guests visible were dressed in various
different leather and rubber styles, the masters reasonably easy to spot
from their slaves.

A couple of heads turned and looked him up and down, deciding whether he
was sub or dom. Beneath his full length leather coat Paul was wearing black
leather chaps and a waistcoat unbuttoned to display his pierced nipples
connected by a gold chain, the chain formed a Y with the tail dissapearing
into his waistband.

As he approached the reception desk the biggest man he had ever laid eyes
on strode into the lobby, 6ft 6 and that seemed to be across the shoulders,
he breathed in deep and the expansion of his torso seemed to shove Paul to
one side with ease.

As he claimed his reservation Paul heard a deep voice with an american
accent, he could not help but watch the huge muscles move as the man
breathed.

His name as Paul found out later was Brad, known to some as 'Caber'.

Paul got booked in and headed up to his room, it was at first glange a
standard hotel room, bed, wardrobe area, dresser and toilet en-suite, no
shower.

The showers were sort of communal large enough for 6 or 7 people and 2
units on each floor, 8 rooms per floor.

On closer inspection, the bed had rings fitted for restraining someone and
what appeared to be an ottoman doubled as a spanking bench complete with
restraining straps. Rings were also fitted in the ceiling and for a nominal
charge the hotel supplied a fully adjustable leather sling.

Paul was 52, 5ft6, bald, he liked to think of himself as a bit chubby but
he was fat with a small circumcised dick. He had met Iain online and after
chatting for months Iain had visited Edinburgh, Paul had been fucked a half
dozen times before and he quite enjoyed it, but Iain had buggered Paul till
his eyes almost popped out, it had been a half hour before paul could stand
steadily.

Iain was a big man 6ft with a huge gut and quite a decent dick and now they
were having a weekend in Amsterdam.

Paul had his instructions, as he arrived first he was to strip, shower,
dress in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties Iain had supplied and be
waiting at the side of the bed when Iain arrived.

He stripped off and picked up the towel provided and headed along the hall
to the shower room. The shower was empty and Paul had it to himself,
multiple jets at varying heights hit him from all directions. Enjoying the
hot water and blinded by the jets he did not hear the door open, he
realised he was not alone when, as he was trying to soap his ass a
strangers hand began to do the job for him. The fingers soaped him and
caressed his hole, the attention gave Paul an instant erection. A huge hand
squeezed Paul's shoulder as a finger almost as big as his dick pressed
against his hole insisting on entry.  The hand bent Paul forward as the
finger pushed in to the tight hole, soon a second joined it and paul moaned
in pain, it seemed as if none of the dicks he had experienced were as big
as these two fingers. The pressure increased as the fingers gradually
forced their way in, Paul was begging the stranger to stop, tears running
down his face, a throaty chuckle behind him and the american voice from
earlier, Brad whispered in his ear 'we've only just started bitch, this is
nothing'. The fingers withdrew and Paul felt immediate relief from the pain
but it was short lived, he sensed the stranger bending at the knees till
his monstrous cock was level with Paul's ass. Suddenly the pain returned
magnified a hundredfold as the huge cock forced its way into his tight
hole. The fingers had opened him slightly but not in any way enough to let
this monster in, the pain was excruciating.

As the 14 inch log gradually forced its way into Paul's ass Brad
straightened up.

By the time he was standing tall, Paul was impaled on the head of the thick
cock.

Holding paul with an arm across his chest and his feet dangling free Brad
turned to the door.

Which room is yours, he said, Paul managed to say 12 between his muffled
cries and sobs of pain.

Brad grabbed their towels and keys from the rack and walked out into the
corridor, he displayed Paul, impaled on his monster cock like a hood
ornament on a car.

Despite his efforts to hold himself tight, with each step, every movement,
paul's weight dragged him further down until he would soon be fully
impaled.

A leather clad dom with his slave stopped and stared in open admiration,

brad smiled and said 'You like'?

'May I?' asked the dom, of course said brad, the man took hold of the chain
which connected pauls nipples to his PA and tugged hard, then he grabbed
pauls balls and squeesed, the pain was intense but nothing compared to the
pain of the huge cock working its way into his ass.He grabbed his sub by
the neck and pushed him down onto paul's cock, suck it cunt he said. The
sub set to with a vengeance, he swallowed Paul's little dick in one and in
under a minute Paul shot his load down the subs throat but his dick did not
go down, the stimulation from the log up his bum kept him hard.

By this time about 9 inches of the monster was inside Paul's ass and each
movement caused Paul to slide down a little more gradually impaling him.

Brad looked down and said in his ear only 5 inches to go and we're home.

He jiggled paul causing another inch to slide in, paul cried out in agony
and the tears streamed down his face.

Brad opened the room door and walked in, with each step paul slid down and
in less than a moment his ass was hard against brad's belly, the entire 14
inch monster was inside.

Brad sat on a chair and pauls feet at last touched the carpet, stand up
said brad, paul tried to stand, felt the monster trying to drag itself out
of his hole and screamed from the pain.

He stopped moving immediately begging brad to stop and leave him alone.

Brad laughed and grabbed pauls balls, stand, now he commanded and pulled.

Paul again attempted to stand the pain was unbeleivable as he rose slowly
and the monster slid out, when he was about half way up the fleshy pole
brad pulled down sharply on paul's balls impaling him on the full length
again Illiciting another scream and more tears, you cry like a little
girlie he said as he made paul rise again. The incredible pain and
stimulation made Paul shoot another load and still his little cock stayed
hard.

This continued for almost an hour brad enjoying himself immensely at pauls
agony, but amazingly the pain began to subside.

As more juices coated the log and pauls ass began to open up it slid in and
out almost easily. Brad stood up lifting paul as easily as he would a small
child, he positioned paul so he was kneeling on the stool at the vanity
mirror then he proceeded to fuck him.

It was totally outside paul's experience and for the next 45 minutes brad
rode him like a wild horse, paul sobbed and cried continually at first but
as the pain lessened he began to enjoy it as well and in the process he
shot another two loads.

Brad finally shot his load and it seemed like a gallon of cum flooded from
the monster buried hilt deep in pauls ass.

Brad slid out and caught paul before he fell, he supported the smaller man
and half carried him back to the shower room.



When Iain arrived Paul was dozing facedown and spreadeagled on the bed. His
hole was red and inflamed looking from the earlier abuse and it was obvious
to Iain that someone had fucked his bitch today.



WELL WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?

YOU TELL ME............



Perhaps something like this......................



Iain arrived and checked in, he headed upstairs feeling horny and
anticipating ripping the panties off of his bitch and riding his arse.

He stepped into the room and immediately saw that the cunt had been fucked,
laying apparently asleep on his face with his hole still gaping from a
large cock. Enraged Iain pulled his hard cock free and slammed it into the
waiting hole without mercy. Paul woke screaming from the pain as Iain
brutally fucked his abused ass all the time calling him a dirty fat whore
and telling him it felt like he was shagging a 4 inch pipe, he said he
couldnt feel the sides .

Second installment to follow.