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Discover this pig in all his details241130 – Let Loose in Lust: A Night full of FFun at TheBoots Antwerp
Every now and then, the stars align for a night of unbridled passion. Saturday was one of those nights. Sammy and his crew at TheBoots pulled out all the stops to celebrate 10 years of MrB Antwerp, and honey, this wasn’t just a party—it was an invitation to surrender to every dark desire.
I arrived early, as I always do. The club was still calm, giving me the perfect window to get ready, freshen up, and prepare for what I knew would be a deliciously wild ride. As the crowd began to trickle in, the anticipation in the air thickened. Familiar faces appeared, exchanging knowing glances, and I could feel the night’s electricity starting to build.
By the time I was prepped and in the zone, I dove headfirst into the infamous darkrooms, where pleasure knows no limits. The first two sessions were just a warm-up—slow, teasing, and tantalizing. But the third? Oh, the third session hit me like a tidal wave of raw ecstasy. With a little help from my trusty poppers, I embraced my deepest cravings, and soon enough, the first double of the night left me breathless, quivering, and wanting more.
There’s a certain kind of high when you’re fully in your element—when your body is open, eager, and insatiable. Afterward, I took a brief pause to collect myself, but just because my ass needed a moment didn’t mean the fun was over. My cock wasn’t done for the night, and neither were the eager mouths and tight holes begging for attention.
Fueled by poppers and pure sex drive, I kept going, devouring and being devoured. And then, as if the night wasn’t hot enough, I crossed paths with @LttleXL from Liège. Let me tell you about him: nice body inked with a sleeve that screamed dangerously sexy, and packing a perfect tool to match. His skilled hands were just the beginning.
With a shared sniff of his 3MMC, he pushed me even further, stretching me open in ways that left me gasping and moaning. He didn’t just fist me—he claimed me, every inch, every moment, every pulse of pleasure an unforgettable reminder of why I live for nights like this. His cock filled me completely, leaving me begging for more, and I gave him everything he wanted and then some.
By 4:00 AM, I was blissfully spent. For once, I hadn’t booked a hotel, so I made my way to Antwerp Central Station, still riding the high of the night. But the universe wasn’t done with me yet—there was @LttleXL again, waiting for his train on the next platform. Between the dirty texts and whispered promises to meet again, I finally boarded my train, satisfied beyond words.
At 7:15 AM, I collapsed into bed, utterly drained but deeply fulfilled. Nights like this aren’t just fun—they’re necessary. And trust me, baby, this was just the beginning. Next time? I’ll be ready for more.
Stats for the night
- number of times fucked as a top: 2
- number of being fucked: 0
- number of being sucked: 5-6
- number of fisted others: 5
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: 3mmc (some sniffs at the end) + poppers
- to remember: meeting with @LttleXL
241118 – Darklands Promo Tour: *Sneaker Seduction* in Milan
The next stop on the Darklands promo tour was something completely new for me: *Sneaker Weekend* in Milan. While I proudly wear my Lonsdale with high boots every day, I’ve never really had any sexual connection to sneakers. But hey, after my adventure with puppies in Gran Canaria this summer, I was ready for something new. And really, what’s better than promoting, exploring a new kink, and having some wild fun all at the same time?
**Friday: The Start of the Sneaker Rush**
After a flight of less than an hour, we landed in stylish Milan and quickly checked into our hotel. Since I arrived too early to get into my room, I went out to explore the area. A delicious Diavolo pizza at a charming little restaurant fueled me with enough energy for what was to come. Later that afternoon, while checking in, the lobby started to fill up with sneaker boys—mostly shiny trainers, flashy TNs, and a sultry attitude. My curiosity was definitely piqued.
In Italy, you often can’t get into gay clubs without an ARCO card. So, we decided to sort that out early. A short walk brought us to the *Hot Dog* complex, where the first party would be held. The venue also houses a sauna—and let me tell you, it has more than just steam rooms to offer. We got our cards and scoped out the place. The anticipation was building.
Around 10 PM, we arrived at the *Hot Dog* party. Unfortunately, the entry procedure was ‘the Italian way’ with a long queue, so in total we waited for more then 20 hours for our free drinks and locker, as we were on the guest list. The air was thick with sexual tension, and the venue didn’t disappoint: a large bar downstairs and a maze of dark corridors and cabins upstairs. But the real highlight? A connecting door that led to the sauna, complete with darkrooms, slings, and private cabins. Two spaces brimming with naughtiness, all for the price of one. My heart was racing.
The night was… explosive. Everywhere I looked, there were hot guys, the energy was intense, and the vibe was raw. My body didn’t hesitate to join in. A smoking-hot guy dragged me into a cabin, and before I knew it, he had my dick and my ass completely under his control. He even offered me some chemz—but honestly, I was already high on the energy. We ended up hooking up four times; he was completely obsessed with me. When the lights came on at 5 AM, the night wasn’t over yet. Together with him and two of his friends, I headed to *Illumined*, a 24/7 sex club. We kept going until 7 AM, bodies surrendering to pure ecstasy. Then it was time for a hearty breakfast and a few hours of much-needed sleep.
**Saturday: New Night, New Opportunities**
The second night brought us back to *Hot Dog*. While the vibe was different and the crowd slightly less exciting, my body didn’t hold back. The attention was there, the energy was hot, but some of the deeper fantasies—my favorite fisting, for instance—didn’t come to life. Still, my hard cock stole the show and had its fair share of fun. By 3:30 AM, I called it a night and headed back to bed, fully satisfied.
**Sunday: The Grand Finale Party**
Sunday started off quietly. The hotel felt emptier, with many sneaker boys already gone. Had some great fun and nice conversation with an OF creator in my room, and he convinced me to work on some new plans in 2025 in this direction (to be continued).
The closing party was at the *Inferus Club* at 4 PM, and I made sure to get there early to make the most of it. Unfortunately, the vibe was even less intense than the night before. The dress code seemed lax; anyone wearing sneakers—even with regular jeans—was allowed in. Where was the magic?
Thankfully, there was free pasta at 7 PM, a small silver lining. But my body decided to give one last show. On stage, I gave myself completely as a top while the crowd’s hungry eyes devoured me. As a reward, I enjoyed a hot sandwich session: thrusting deep into one guy while being taken by another. No fisting this time, but enough to leave me grinning with satisfaction. By 8 PM, I was out the door, enjoying my final Diavolo pizza before heading to bed.
**Monday: Back to Reality**
Monday morning, I was already on my way back home. What a weekend…. Sneakers may never completely be my thing, but I can now appreciate how others get turned on by them. One thing’s for sure: there’s a kink for everyone, and discovering it is half the fun.
Maybe next time, we’ll discover it together. You know where to find me…
Stats for the weekend
- number of times fucked as a top: 10+
- number of being fucked: 10+
- number of being sucked: 10+
- number of fisted others: 2
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: 4mmc, joint, Cobra 130 and poppers
- to remember: meeting with OF creator, first party
241111 The Boysclub: second round, or better four rounds
November 11th, the day after a boring ‘vanilla’ Sunday at the Boys Club, I couldn’t resist going back for a rematch. Expectations? Minimal. But passion? Boundless. Even now, my ass is still tingling from some great electrifying touch and deep, primal sensation.
I rolled into the club around 1:30, fresh off a gym session, my muscles taut, and my skin still warm. The parking lot was full—a promising start. But stepping inside? My thrill waned as the crowd looked more “been here also yesterday, done that” than ready to push limits. More vanilla than vice, I thought, a sea of suck-fuck-and-go. I was ready to chalk it up to a lost cause.
Then, as if on cue, in walks BuFFalo85 —a nice Asian from Namur. Sharp eyes, confident strut, and just the right kind of smirk that whispers dirty thoughts. We didn’t waste time. In seconds, we were locked in a private room, our bodies pressed together, sliding into a delicious rhythm. His touch was firm and knowing, sparking the most wicked of thoughts. And then, he dropped the question: “Do you like fisting?”
I could’ve melted. With a nod and a grin, my entire pigbody awakened. A little warm-up later, we had secured a room with a gynecologist’s chair — oh, the possibilities. He brought G along, a true gentleman of depravity who offered to join the fun. In our first round, the intimacy was deep, intense, until another eager player stepped in, insisting he fucked us both. The room became a theater of moans, sweat, and shared pulses, until I finally tapped out, needing a breather and wanting to go back to fisting.
But the break was short-lived. We dove back in, this time in a locked cubicle with a sling, and he slipped into the sling, giving himself up for rimming, letting me explore every edge of his desire. We then switched so he could discover my ‘fantastic ass” with all the stamina and passion of a real fisttop, while we both enjoyed the increasing influence of the G (and some 3m) on our shivering bodies, dirty mind and unleashed drive. A big thank you to BuFFalo85 (I know he is now reading this blog) and hopefully an invitation to repeat this at least, or get even dirtier and kinkier next times.
After four rounds of uninhibited fistfun, sated and gleefully spent, he drove me home around 22h, leaving me on a high that still buzzed through me.
Next on the Boysclub agenda: ‘Fetish Friday’ on December 20th. They’re promising a night of fisting delights. If it’s anything like last night, the BoysClub won’t know what hit them 🙂
Next on my agenda: International Sneakerweekend in Milan next weekend
Stats of the night
number of times fucked as a top: 2
number of being fucked: 2
number of being sucked: 3+
number of fisted others: 0
number of fists received: 4x by 1 hot Asian
supplies: G, 3mmc and poppers
to remember: encountered great fisttop 😉
Who am I?
Let me cut to the chase: I’m a 53-year-old almost insatiable pig from Belgium when I am in the mood, versatile as hell and craving all kinds of steamy encounters. I’m not just any pig; I’m a real muscle-bound, sweaty, gym-drenched pig, hungry for every flavor of hot, explicit fun.
Read all there is to know about me on my profile page
Hey Ardanwen, want to play with me?
**looking forward**
2024
- 07/12 (SAT) - 09/12 (MON) Fist Mix Weekend in LeKeller (Paris)
- 15/12 (SUN) Darklands preparations - not free
- 20/12 (FRI) FetishFriday @ Boysclub (Bekkevoort)
- 24/12 (TUE) RedChristmas @ TheBoots (Antwerp)
- 29/12 (SUN) Relaxing FFun @ sauna Oasis (Brussels) from 12h till 19h
- ??/12 Private FFdate in Antwerpen
2025
- 11/01 Darklands preparations - not free
- 21/02 - 26/02 Darklands preparations - staying in Antwerp
- 27/02 - 03/03: Darklands daytime coordinator. Get your tickets now on https://darklands.be/
**Socials**
All my links on https://linktr.ee/ardanwen
- on Bluesky as @ardanwenbe
- on Telegram as @ardanwenbe
- on Recon as Ardanwen
- - fading out X or Twitter as @ardanwenbe
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