The Chastity Cuck of Kreuzberg

By R.J. Ridge

When twenty-six-year-old Peter moves to Berlin, he begins to explore his long-hidden slutty side. In the darkness of a Berlin sauna, he meets Karl, a young German married to Tomas, an older man and powerful newspaper editor who, despite his dominant nature, is locked in chastity. It’s not long before Peter is drawn into Tomas and Karl’s marriage to fulfil their cuck fantasies as he wonders about the secrets behind Tomas’ caging.
The Berlin Tales are a collection of short erotic fantasies centered on the gay men who populate Berlin, the capital of kink.

The Chastity Cuck of Kreuzberg is an 8,000-word short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: Jun 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005878467

R.J. Ridge

R.J. Ridge is an author and lover of gay erotica. With a flair for flawed characters and heart-stopping scenes, R.J. loves to push the boundaries of erotica with scenes that will leave you blushing and breathless.

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The Chastity Cuck of Kreuzberg

The Berlin Tales #1

R.J. Ridge

Copyright © 2021 by R.J. Ridge

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The Berlin Tales: The Cuck of Kreuzberg

People think London is massive, but it's not. It's many small villages, converging circles of friends and family and colleagues and acquaintances. And one circle invariably intersects with another. Yes, I was gay, out since high school, thanks to Noah, but I always wondered if there is more to being gay than long walks with the dog and Ikea on Sundays.

Noah once took us for a long weekend in Berlin. We did what we were meant to do; shopping and museums, ate Berliners and Currywurst. But one night, quite accidentally, we came across something we didn't quite understand. A sex club. A gay sex club, as a matter of fact. In Berlin. Safely assuming it was a bar, we had a drink inside the rather quiet and quaint exterior. Then a few more drinks, deciding it was better to wait until we were hungry and eat nearby than take the winding trip back to the hotel.

Only in the yawning hours of darkness did the tiny little place in Kreuzberg reveal itself as an Eden of leather daddies. We laughed at the cigars, the assless chaps, and perhaps even feared the punching black gloves and Wehrmacht-style caps. We watched together, hands held in shock, as a young blond twink in a harness was fisted on stage and made to squeal like a Muppet. As the audience turned into performers, we decided our time as tourists in this world of whips and belts and clamped nipples was over, and returned to our room for the usual bout of mutual masturbation.

But I was alive. My mind on fire with the frayed edges of this unknown story. As Noah went to sleep, I crept into the bathroom and jerked off three more times simply scrolling through the bar’s Instagram page, imagining myself sucked into a world I’d never known existed. Craving something I never imagined I’d want. I shuddered at the thought of being dragged on stage and fisted