This thread follows the experiences of Tristan, a young faggot from Austria, as he experiences use and ownership by a young straight Man named Sebastian. CLICK HERE for all related posts in chronological order!

Early this morning I began receiving a frantic series of messages from a complete stranger. It was a young faggot named Tristan. This was his eye-opening first paragraph:

Hello. I love your blog, been reading for years. I have this hot friend of a friend. I don’t really know him well, but today I got a text from him, that he wants me to come to his place tonight. That’s all he says. I wouldn’t know why. I never actually talked to him…should I go? He’s got a very big bulge.

Going into it a little deeper, I discovered that Tristan was an anal virgin but was a very skilled cocksucker. It also seemed like Tristan barely knew this straight guy named Sebastian; Tristan couldn’t even figure out how Sebastian got his phone number.

Now Sebastian was asking Tristan over to his house! Tristan’s panic was understandable!

So I figured Sebastian knew Tristan was a faggot and was hoping to get a blow job now that a few discreet years had passed, but I wasn’t sure where it might go. So I instructed Tristan to shave himself completely clean and also wash out his pussy just in case it escalated. So Tristan did that and went over to Sebastian’s house.

Hours and hours passed. I knew it was deep into the night in Austria. Did he fall asleep and forget about me? Then Tristan reappeared with a story that is simultaneously horrifying and thrilling.

I went there and to my surprise there was not only he, but also two of his friends. He said “I told you he’d come” and they laughed. Then he told me to kiss his feet. I was a little taken aback because they were making fun of me, and I just stood there, staring at them.

Then (Sebastian) said, “KISS MY FEET, FAGGOT!!” I dropped on my knees and kissed his feet. They were all laughing and when I looked up again they all had their cocks out and they were stroking them.

At this point Tristan received a call. It was Sebastian. He wanted the faggot to come back over. “Gotta go. Bye,” said Tristan, and he disappeared.

Now I was really anxious. I only had part of the story from the first encounter, and that seemed much more aggressive than I had anticipated. Now there was going to be MORE.

Eventually Tristan returned. He was almost delirious. He continued the story from the previous night:

They humiliated and fucked me last night, I actually think it was rape, they didn’t ask if I want to. After I kissed (Sebastian’s) feet, someone pulled down my pants and shoved a finger inside my ass. I had lubed and he cried ‘the bitch is already wet!!!’ Then his cock was inside me. At the same time the other guy grabbed my hair and shoved his cock inside my mouth. I had two guys fucking me and the other stood there, stroking his dick, waiting for his turn. The guy in my ass came very quickly and the waiting guy took his place. They were really very rough. They used me all night and when they had had enough I was kicked out. Naked. They threw my clothes out of the window. I went home, dropped in my bed, their cum still dripping out of my ass and in my hair and face, and I instantly fell asleep.

A pretty horrifying way to lose your virginity! After hearing this, I was wondering why he went back! Then he told me what happened when he went back over to Sebastian’s house the next day (when he left our conversation):

Today he texted again. I got there, had to get naked, kiss his feet and then clean his flat. When I had finished the other two guys had arrived and they fucked me again. They fucked me, spit on me. One pissed on me, then I was send home, covered in their piss, spit and cum. Fortunately it’s not far.

Tristan came to me overwhelmed and filled with conflicting emotions. He kept asking me: Why did I want to go back there? Why do I want to go back again? What’s wrong with me?

It’s a question I have wrestled with since my rape years ago. There is definitely evidence that the victims of these kinds of traumas develop a longing for the person who caused it. This creates a negative feedback loop in the mind of the victim, as they hurt themselves with self-doubt and shame.

I managed to get through it without therapy, but I definitely when on a whirlwind of aggressive sexual experiences afterward to drive the rape into the background. I don’t want that for Tristan.

What’s the answer? Tristan could cut off all communication with Sebastian … but now that this part of Tristan has been unlocked, can it be pushed back into Pandora’s box again and forgotten? Highly unlikely.

I’d be curious to see Tristan continue this situation and possibly pull Sebastian into a more favorable frame of mind. That would also give Tristan a bit more power and self-esteem.

Whatever Tristan decides, it’s clear what Sebastian wants:

Sebastian kicked me out again, telling me to be there tomorrow at 8 pm and better have my hole prepared, he would invite some friends.

But he owns me now. He says I’m his servant now.

Tristan is planning to go there again. He’s a brave faggot, but I hope such courage doesn’t lead to devastating consequences!