A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest
By R.J. Ridge
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Peter is shocked to learn of the depth of Karl and Tomas' forced cuck relationship, manipulated by the powerful Richard, who is also Tomas' keyholder. With Tomas on the verge of freedom after months of chastity, Peter is set a gargantuan task of impressing Richard. But can he unlock Tomas while saving this cuck couple from even greater humiliation, while still having a shot at joining the illustrious Antinous Society?
The Berlin Tales are a collection of short erotic fantasies centered on the gay men who populate Berlin, the capital of kink.
A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest is a 10,500-word short story.
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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A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest - R.J. Ridge
A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest
The Berlin Tales #4
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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A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest
The day had finally come for Karl’s photography show. I arrived at Berlin’s International House of Culture set on the man-made edges of the Tiergarten on a warm July evening. A blaze of waiting photographers and a red carpet unfurled into the modernist building. I felt like a fraud entering alone as my picture was taken a hundred times. What disturbed me more so was the towering building of Deutschland Heute newspaper staring at us—at all Berlin. As if Tomas was always watching.
For days after my introduction to the Antinous Society, my ass was still sore—violated—and I’d somewhat soured on the idea of joining. My interview with Kent, the American investor who I knew had been involved in the fisting of the poor guy in the sling that night came and went without incident. In fact, he made no mention of the particulars of where we had met, or if I might join, in the five-star hotel lobby we’d spoken in.
Nor had I seen Tomas for much of the next week either. He hadn’t been in the office, although he did send me a one-word email after Kent’s interview went live. Nice!
I saw Karl, though. Both times right here at the International House of Culture as he was busy preparing for his art opening. I helped him plan the gallery space where his artwork would hang as we sipped champagne and obsessed over the spacing of his yet-to-be-seen works and exacting positions of spotlights and backlights just like…well, like a bunch of Berlin art people.
I supposed I was not part of this queer-vant garde as a flute of champagne was handed to me by a handsome server in leather trousers and a mesh tank top. Karl had obsessed over the waiter’s uniforms perhaps more than the pieces of art themselves. I recognized a few faces from the Antinous Society milling around the foyer. But only the more distinguished ones since the entire international art scene appeared to have descended on Karl’s photography exhibit. Hundreds of us were shepherded toward the gallery itself in an excited flurry of French, Spanish, Italian, German, and American English. Karl might be the new toast of the art world, but it dawned on me I’d never seen him with a camera.
Inside the gallery I nearly dropped my champagne. I might have fainted if I wasn’t surrounded by so many acclaimed dignitaries investigating the pieces with spectacles they wore on chains around their neck. The forest of life-sized photographs were one thing; like a scene from Alice in Wonderland, but instead of giant playing cards it was pictures of bare asses, and all from the same angle: the corner of Karl and Tomas’ bedroom. But next to every huge canvas