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The stories of a Fistpig in Action241130 – 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 😉
241110 – Visit to the Boysclub: Just How Vanilla Can It Get?
It had been a while—three years, to be exact—since I last hit up the Boysclub in Bekkevoort, even though it’s only about a quick 5 km away from where I live. I remembered it as a fun spot, but my tastes have evolved, and the last time it felt a little too vanilla for me, lacking the intense fist action I’d hoped for. But this past Sunday, with no other plans and no urge to make the trek to Brussels or Antwerp, I figured I’d give it another shot. After all, it was a long weekend, and I had a good feeling it might draw a solid crowd.
I arrived early, around 12:30, wanting to ease into things, and ease I did. Just a few guys were already there, maybe 4 or 5. The vibe was laid-back, and the crowd maxed out at about 30 over the course of the day. Mostly older guys, wandering around in too-big or too-small underwear, a variety of footwear that looked like it came straight from a thrift store’s “miscellaneous” bin.
I wasn’t there to blend in, though. I went all out, fully geared up in my red leather harness, matching red armbands, Lonsdale boots, and red socks. No way anyone could miss what I was putting out there (or so I thought), especially with my trusty tin of Crisco in hand—a bold sign of my intentions.
And let’s just say my ass and cock got plenty of attention, though not quite the deep, raw intensity I was hoping for. I was the object of some serious oral worship and didn’t go without a good hard pounding from both sides, satisfying my appetite as both a top and bottom. And though I kept things slick and ready with the Crisco, no one seemed to catch on to my full intentions…
Eventually, I headed out around 8 p.m., feeling reasonably satisfied and already plotting my return. With 11/11 being Bear Day on a holiday, I’m ready to see what tonight has in store. Something tells me this time, I won’t be left waiting.
Stats for the night
- number of times fucked as a top: 4
- number of being fucked: 5
- number of being sucked: 10+
- number of fisted others: 0
- number of fists received: 0
- supplies: Cobra 130 and poppers
- to remember: first time being sucked by a trans
241109 – Weekday Grind and Weekend Promises: One Steamy Week in the City
While weekends are usually where the action’s at, sometimes the week just brings that extra heat. Here’s how things went down…
- So, remember that gorgeous, fit black guy who hit me up last Thursday? Well, he and I kept the conversation going, and by Tuesday, we’d made plans to hit the gym together. I was buzzing all morning for this. It was more than just a workout – felt like a secret first date with all the delicious anticipation. When we met up, though, he was in serious mode, barely saying a word, and we each did our own routines. But the chemistry? Still hot, simmering beneath every rep and glance.Finally, after a good hour and a half, he wrapped up, and we headed for the showers. The locker room was packed, but the electricity between us was undeniable. We took stools next to each other, towels barely covering us. Quietly, we let our hands wander, showing off just a little, stroking until we were both thick, hard, and clearly into each other’s scene. He liked what he saw – I could tell by that hungry look in his eye. But with all the people around, we had to play it cool.So, we left the gym with our cocks still aching, and he whispered about the Royal Park nearby. We slipped into the shadows, finally alone in a secluded spot, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I knelt down, took him in my mouth, and he let go completely, his hips thrusting as he filled me with his taste in no time. But me? I wasn’t done yet. We said our goodbyes with a promise: next time, a hotel and a real, uninterrupted session.
- Wednesday was my day off, and I was ready to make the most of it. A bit of culture to start – hit up a new exhibition in Brussels, got in a solid gym session, and had plans to finish with a Grindr date. But, in classic flake fashion, the guy ghosted at the last minute. I was in the mood, so I went online, hoping for something even better. And guess who was online? Bearcage – the guy I’d been chatting up for months but could never align schedules with. I knew this was gonna be worth it.He invited me over, and wow, he was a sight – inked from shoulders to knuckles, with piercings glinting in all the right places, and eyes hazy from a joint. He offered, and I didn’t hesitate, letting the smoke relax me, heighten every sense. I got ready, my ass clean and primed, and once we got to the bed, he was wild for it. He took every inch I gave, growling, gasping, showing he’d been craving it as much as I had. Just when we were catching our breaths and ready for round two, his roommate came home – timing, huh? But he whispered we’d have to continue soon. (So Bearcage, if you’re reading this, you know I’m game…)
Stats over the whole week
- number of times fucked as a top: 1
- number of being fucked: 1
- number of being sucked: 2
- number of fisted others: 0
- number of fists received: 1
- supplies: Cobra 130, joints and poppers
- to remember: sucked in the Royal Park, finally meeting Bearcage
241102 The ‘LaDemence weekend’ – alternative style – in Antwerp
Voilà! It’s the first weekend of November, and as always, La Demence fever takes over, setting Brussels on fire. But this year, I took a different path… On Saturday, November 2, Darklands held a Pre-Party at The Boots, and that’s where my main night was meant to kick off. Anyone who thought I’d stay away from La Demence altogether is sorely mistaken. Here’s a play-by-play of one unforgettable party weekend.
**Thursday, October 31**
I wrapped up my last workday of the week in Brussels and headed straight to the gym, craving that release. While cooling down, I was doing my usual rounds on Grindr and Romeochat when a message from a hot Aussie popped up. He was in town for La Demence, but looking to blow off some steam before diving into the night. Just some cuddling and soft play, he suggested. Deal, I thought. We set the time, and I kept scrolling, hunting for “supplies” for the weekend. On my way to grab cash, I noticed a young Black guy checking me out. He followed me, and soon we were swapping numbers. We already have a “workout” date set for next week at BasicFit.
I made my way to the Aussie’s hotel, and fifteen minutes in, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. My “satin” behind had him in knots. Let’s just say, my backdoor definitely did its job – and enjoyed every moment of it. 😉
**Friday, November 1**
Friday night, I was due at The Boots around 9 PM to help with the night’s setup. I took the train to Antwerp and had some time to kill before the action started. Wearing my usual short Lonsdale shorts, no underwear, I was scrolling Grindr and Romeo when a message flashed across my screen: “I want to blow you” and “Turn around.” Right behind me on the platform was a young guy in a cap, all boyish charm, looking right at me. He nodded for me to follow him to a secluded spot near the fence, out of sight. And oh, did he deliver. He wanted me to finish, but I wasn’t ready just yet. He begged me to take him right there, but he was tight and dry, and my train was coming. We agreed to meet again on Saturday at 4 PM… but he ghosted. Pity – he’d have been a tasty addition to my weekend.
**Saturday, November 2**
The Boots’ party was on tonight, so I booked a room near Antwerp Central and went to check in around 3 PM. I thought I’d see if my Friday night fling would turn up at 4, but nope – nothing. So, back to Grindr, Romeo, and Scruff, where I matched with a guy already warming up for La Demence. He said he wanted to give me a load. I headed over, and within minutes, we were in the thick of it. I topped him first, but when he got on top, he was rough and wild, barely able to hold back, especially with my new bottle of Iron Pump kicking in. In the end, he gave me his load right in my mouth.
Back at my hotel, I was hungry for more. A little chems, a little fun, and soon enough I had a threesome on my hands: one wanted to top and be topped, the other was all about fisting. The third was low-energy, more talk than action, but he added an extra edge to our mix of raw energy. Eventually, things fizzled, but I’ll definitely be meeting the fister again for a long, uninterrupted session.
Later that evening, I finally made it to The Boots. First up: a “naked party” to get things moving, then the real Darklands Party. The crowd was smaller, but it didn’t stop me from getting about six fists deep. My dick was popular that night – I ended up topping more than getting fisted myself. But the highlight? A guy knelt down, raising his hand in invitation. I eased down onto him, loving the rhythm and control as I rode him deeper, setting my own pace and depth. That drill-down fisting style – nothing beats it.
The night didn’t end until 4 AM, leaving me spent, satisfied, and ready for the next round.
**Sunday, November 3**
Sunday was supposed to be round two with the Aussie from Thursday—a fisting session I’d been looking forward to all weekend. Normally, I’d be on my way back to Brussels, hungry for more, but I was feeling the weekend’s intensity (even though my ass was ready for more). So, I shot him a message to see if we could push our plans to Tuesday night. He’d been out three nights in a row himself and was just as drained, so Tuesday was a go.
Stay tuned..
Stats over the whole weekend
- number of times fucked as a top: 10+
- number of being fucked: 5-6
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: 3
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: Cobra 130, 3mmc and poppers
- to remember: being sucked in Antwerp-Central, the fister of the 3some, the drill down fist in the Boots
241027 – Visit Sauna Oasis (Brussels) – Sunday’s All About Indulgence – And I Needed a Lot of It
Sundays are for treating yourself, and it had been way too long since I “unwound” at my go-to spot, Sauna Oasis in Brussels. It was a holiday in Belgium, so I had no idea what to expect crowd-wise, but all I knew was that I needed a break… and a lot of hands on me.
I got there early—around noon, to be exact—to get myself ready and clean out. The place was still warming up, but within fifteen minutes, so was I. I had some real admirers eyeing my cock and PA, and before I knew it, I was practically an exhibit. Let’s just say, my cock hadn’t had that much attention in a long time, and the mouths on it weren’t shy about showing me a good time. Every stroke, every lick—my body was throbbing for more.
I’d planned to keep it chill, but who was I kidding? Things got intense fast. Between the heat of the hamam and the thrill of the darkroom upstairs, I ended up connecting with a beautiful guy in one of the stalls—both of us not holding back. He took me deep, and I was all in for him, both giving and getting until we were both spent.
After two more clean-outs, my ass was begging for action, and it definitely got what it wanted. The crisco was right beside me in the hammam, and I didn’t waste any time making myself comfortable. Hands wandered all over me, and I was in heaven, standing up, sinking down as a drill on a hand, showing off as my audience kept me busy. Fingers teased my nipples, mouths found their way to my cock, and I had no shortage of admirers willing to take me any way they could get me.
By the time I went back to a stall, I ran into this gorgeous fistversa guy. I took my turn as a fist top, and let me tell you, watching his face twist with pleasure as I worked him with my hands was pure ecstasy. He was moaning, shivering as I got deeper, feeling every inch of him open up under my touch.
Around five, the crowd started thinning out. I had one last round, a long, satisfying release that left me completely spent. Exhausted, relaxed, and thoroughly used in the best way, I headed home around six, already dreaming of next Sunday.
Stats
- number of times fucked as a top: 1
- number of being fucked: 2
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: 1
- number of fists received: 5
- supplies: Cobra 130 and poppers
- to remember: the standup drilldown on a hand in the hamam
2409 – Folsom Berlin: A Week(end) of Lust and Leather
The highlight of my calendar in September was Folsom Berlin—a place where desire, leather, and raw pleasure converge. I’ve been there before, but it had been a while since COVID, and I was craving the chaos and carnality it promises.
Darklands wasn’t just attending; they were the main sponsor for the mainstage, and we had a van packed full of goodies that needed to be delivered. So, on Wednesday, I drove from Antwerp to Berlin, the excitement building with every mile. After arriving, I had just enough time to grab a drink at Prinzknecht, which was already buzzing with hungry eyes and lustful energy.
Thursday was all about the grind—distributing Darklands pamphlets and posters to the hottest spots in town, while scoping out Berlin’s best bars and the meat that was waiting to be devoured.
Friday was prep day—getting ready for the Streetfair, setting up, and making sure everything was in place. But I didn’t let that stop me from sneaking in a visit to PIG, making sure our banners were up, and getting my mind in the right headspace for the insane weekend ahead.
Saturday was absolute chaos in the best way possible. The Streetfair was a non-stop parade of bodies, and I ran a Dildogame at the Darklands booth. The rings, the toys, the giveaways—it was a non-stop line from 12 to 9 PM. People were eager to play, and I was more than ready to deliver.
But once the Streetfair ended, it was my turn to let loose and embrace my darker side. After cleaning myself out and prepping, I made my way to the PigParty, feeling the rush of excitement flood my veins. With my VIP ticket, I breezed through the doors and into a space that was nothing short of decadent. The rooms were dark, the cellars were wet, and the FFspace was absolutely mind-blowing—thanks to Day and the Festival team.
I spent the majority of my night in the thick of it, surrounded by leather, sweat, and the pure ecstasy of endless fisting. I was deep in the action, indulging in every filthy, sweaty moment. By 7:15 AM, the sun was rising, and I barely even noticed—too lost in the haze of pleasure to care. When I finally took the Uber back to my hotel, I was already fantasizing about what came next.
But the day was far from over. I wasn’t done yet—I still had 24 hours of fisting to live through, and I intended to fill every second with passion. Later that evening, I was invited to a small private FFparty, where my body was pushed to its limits. My ass was stretched, my cock sucked, and my mind was lost in the bliss of giving and receiving in every way imaginable.
After a much-needed rest, I was fully satisfied and ready to face the world on Monday. But I couldn’t help but think, Folsom 2025, I’m coming for you
Stats
- number of fucked: enough
- number of being fucked: enough
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: I sure did
- number of fists received: 10+
- supplies: Cobra 130, 3mmc, some T and poppers
- to remember: PIG was again a party to remember
240719 – Cologne Xtreme Party
Next up on my agenda was a quick but intense trip to Cologne for CSD and the Xtreme Party, partly sponsored by Darklands—so you know it was going to be wild.
Since Cologne isn’t far, we hopped in the car and drove over. After checking into the hotel, the first order of business was getting our flyers and posters out to all the gay hotspots. Once that was sorted, I headed to the Xtreme Party venue to check on our massive banner and put up more posters. The venue itself? Absolutely stunning. It had a huge outdoor playground packed with slings—a very promising sight.
Back at the hotel, I geared up, and it was time for the party. Lucky for me, I had VIP access, because the queue for entry and the cloakroom was insane. Honestly, I’d have been pissed waiting that long, so that VIP perk was worth every cent.
The night was hot, both literally and figuratively. The weather was perfect, and I spent the whole time outside, strutting around in my jock, boots, and harness. I had plenty of fun in the slings under the stars, with a little help from poppers and more. By 4 a.m., I was spent—but in the best way possible—and made my way back to the hotel, thoroughly satisfied.
Unfortunately, we had to cut the trip short due to some personal issues, and I couldn’t stick around for the rest of the weekend’s festivities. But trust me, Cologne gave me more than enough to hold onto.
Stats
- number of fucked: 0
- number of being fucked: 0
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: I sure did
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: Cobra 130, a sniff of 3mmc and poppers
- to remember: the weather and the outdoor slings
240730 – London FetishWeek
My summer started with a bang—a trip to London for the second half of Fetish Week. It was an unforgettable experience, packed with wild moments and intense encounters. Let me walk you through some of the highlights:
After a smooth ride on the Eurostar, we arrived in London. A quick 25-minute Underground trip later, we were at our hotel, eager to dive into the action.
First up: spreading the word. We hit all the hottest gay bars and venues across the city, distributing flyers and posters, meeting sexy new faces along the way. London’s scene never disappoints, and neither did my little shopping spree—I picked up a neoprene harness and bracelets, the perfect outfit for the Rubber Party.
Friday night came, and so did I, at the Rubber Party. The crowd was friendly, the vibe kinky, though it wasn’t as packed as I hoped. Still, I found plenty of fun, and my new gear didn’t stay on for long.
Saturday was a bit more chill—strolled through the small Fetish market, recharged for what I knew would be a crazy night. And oh, was I right. The Full Fetish Party was **packed**. Even the VIP section was a playground of bodies, leather, and sweat. I didn’t stay all night, but I got exactly what I came for.
The best part of the trip? Sunday, hands down. Two FF tops invited me over to their place, and let’s just say they knew exactly what they were doing. For over eight hours, they had me in every possible way, and I was more than happy to surrender. It was pure bliss—no worries, just total pleasure. By the time I stumbled back to the hotel, I barely had time to catch my breath before it was time to check out and head home.
Stats
- number of fucked: enough
- number of being fucked: enough
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: I sure did
- number of fists received: 10+
- supplies: Cobra 130 and poppers
- to remember: the session with the two FFtops (see you in 2025!) & meeting a very nice shopkeeper 😉
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/
My stats
- born in 1971, so currently 53yrs
- 178 cms
- 89kg - 95kg (depending cut-bulk)
- Hands: Medium/large
- Cock: around 21cms, good thick with PA
- Trimmed
- Favorite Poppers: Iron Fist (buy them very cheap here)
- Favorite Lube: Crisco (buy a big can of Crisco very cheap here)