`Stallion?` the guy behind the check-in desk says in a thick German accent. I nod and he hands me a garbage bag for my clothes. I don´t have to be naked. But I don´t want cum and shit all over my jeans, so I strip to my underwear. And since the mares will be au naturel, being fully dressed would feel weird, even though they won´t even see me. After collecting my garbage bag, the Stablemaster leads me to the basement. It´s a typical cruise bar-black walls, low lighting, deep house playing in the background, jars of condoms on the bar. About 50 guys are standing around, mostly naked, a few in underwear or jocks. Roughly half are bent over, hands on the wall, ass in the air, a bag tied over...
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