Fickstutenmarkt Experience

First of all, Fickstutenmarkt (“Horse Market”) is a fetish party concept that has existed in Germany for many years. The dynamic is inspired by a stable setting: there are “stallions” (tops) and “mares” (bottoms). The mares are usually blindfolded and marked with different colors to communicate their limits or preferences — for example, red can indicate they are open to bareback, while white means condoms only. Even if a mare chooses bareback, stallions can still decide to use condoms if they prefer. During the event, “stable masters” supervise everything carefully to make sure people respect the rules and boundaries.

For a long time, I had been fascinated by the idea of participating as a mare. The thought of completely surrendering control and being available to anyone who desired me felt incredibly intense and exciting. At the same time, it also touched a vulnerable side of me.

I finally had the chance to experience it at Darklands in Antwerp, the large fetish festival in Belgium, where they organized one of these events. That night there were around 50 mares and almost 300 stallions, and the session lasted up to four hours.

Before going, I prepared carefully and did a full cleaning routine. Still, when the moment came, I was extremely nervous. I wasn’t feeling particularly confident about my body, and honestly, I was scared too. It’s one thing to fantasize about something for years, and another to suddenly find yourself actually walking into it.

The mares were allowed to enter around 30 minutes before the stallions so everyone could find a position and settle in. The rules were simple: once inside, you could not refuse anyone, and because of the hood and blindfold, you wouldn’t see what was happening anyway.

I decided to take a position in doggy style because, being 1.93m (6’4”), it felt easier and more comfortable for the tops. I put on the hood with the bareback marking and waited nervously for the stallions to enter.

The atmosphere was surreal — a mix of adrenaline, anticipation, fear, excitement, and complete vulnerability. Once it started, time almost disappeared. I spent around two and a half hours there almost nonstop, completely immersed in the experience.

At first, I had brought several small lube packets with me, thinking I would probably need them constantly. Some tops were rough and direct, others were more teasing — fingering me a little, fucking me briefly, and then moving on. And then there were some who fucked me completely wildly, almost animalistically.

As time passed, I could feel my hole becoming warmer, slicker, and fuller. Nobody would tell me when they were cumming inside me, which somehow made the experience even more intense and exciting. Not knowing who had just bred me, or when it happened, turned me on even more. Some guys even whispered “thank you” for letting them use my hole before leaving.

There were all kinds of dicks that night — different sizes, different rhythms, different energies. One guy in particular was incredibly thick and stretched me so much that I felt completely opened up afterwards.

After almost three hours, I finally needed a break. I raised my hand so one of the stable masters could guide me back to the bar area, where mares could remove their hood for a moment, drink water, breathe, or go to the bathroom. I stayed there for a while trying to process everything I was feeling before deciding to go back in one last time.

Eventually, after a few more rounds, I realized that three and a half hours was enough for me that night. I left and walked back to my hotel feeling completely overwhelmed with adrenaline and excitement, still feeling sore, stretched, and aware of how much my body had gone through.

Back at the hotel, curiosity completely took over me. When I finally relaxed and pushed everything out, I was honestly shocked by how much there was. That moment felt strangely intimate and incredibly erotic to me.

Then something unexpected happened. I suddenly felt something strange still inside me, and at first I panicked, thinking maybe something had gone wrong. But when I checked, I realized someone had accidentally left a condom inside me. Seeing it honestly sent another wave of shock and arousal through me at the same time. I remember just staring at it for a moment, unable to believe it. I even took a few pictures in the hotel afterwards because the whole experience felt surreal.

After that, I cleaned up, tried to calm down a little, and then continued enjoying the rest of the party weekend in Antwerp.