1 Chapter 1

Rocky zipped up his leather jacket and kept his head down against the rain. It was only his second night in the city and after hearing about Kunt, the most renowned gay fetish club in the country, a bit of rain wasn’t going to keep him from checking the place out for himself.

It wasn’t easy to find, but then again a club like that never was. It was set halfway down a dimly lit, almost dark, alleyway off the main nightclub strip. Had it not been for a pair of beefy blokes dressed in leather turning into the shadowy lane, he might never have found the large letters spelling out the word ‘KUNT’ above the nondescript, rusted metal door that led inside.

Only when he extended his hand towards the door handle did his heart start to beat a tattoo. He wrapped his fingers around the handle and as the door swung open the pounding beat of industrial dance music washed over him. He waited behind the two beefy leather men, heart still racing, while the man behind the counter hung their jackets up. One of the men had removed his leather pants and was now wearing no more than a studded leather jockstrap. The hairy cleft between his meaty butt cheeks had Rocky’s cock stirring. The man’s friend was wearing leather chaps, a harness and a black leather policeman’s cap. He was smooth and muscular, and his back was covered with a tattoo of a Chinese dragon. The man behind the counter, having finished hanging up their clothing, took some money from the man with the leather chaps then the two men pushed through a large wooden door, disappearing into the smoky otherworld on the other side.

Rocky removed his jacket to reveal a bare torso. He folded it neatly in half lengthways and laid it on the counter.

“How much?” he asked.

The muscular man with a handlebar moustache picked the jacket up from the counter and stood up. “Twenty dollars,” he said, turning around to hunt for a spare coat hanger amongst the many full hangers on the rack behind him.

As he turned, Rocky noticed that not only was the man completely naked except for a pair of heavy-duty leather work boots, but he had butt plug wedged between his arse cheeks. The flat end of the black sex toy was clearly visible, and had Rocky’s cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. If this is what the doorman’s like, he thought, what pleasures await on the other side of that wooden door?He reached into his pocket and found a crumpled twenty. He thrust it into the man’s hand, gave him a wink, and pushed through the door into Kunt central.

At first it was difficult to see anything. The space behind the door was dark except for the intermittent flashing of bright lights that illuminated the clouds created by fog machines. Ghostly shapes moved through the haze and even though the pounding music filled Rocky’s ears, he could also hear the grunting of men fucking nearby, though unseen.

He walked along what appeared to be the main thoroughfare until he came to a corner. Turning it he came to a large, cavernous space at the centre of which was a large dance floor filled to capacity with naked and semi-naked men dancing to the beat of a grinding dance track he’d never heard before. To his left was the bar, where men stood either in twos and threes chatting or by themselves with their backs to the counter, taking in the sights.

And there were a lot of them.

One beefy daddy was sitting on a swing above the dance floor while another younger man, only slightly less muscular, rode his raw cock as they swept back and forth above the heads of those dancing beneath them. Men on podiums danced with hard-ons that slapped against their flat bellies as they gyrated to the relentless dance beat. Those on the dance floor ranged from slender and toned to muscular and stocky. Men were embracing and kissing as they danced. One man was on his knees sucking off another, who was waving his arms about and thrusting his hips in time to the music. To one side of the dance floor Rocky noticed a hairy daddy bear jerking off into his friend’s half-full glass of beer. After the last drop of spunk had been drained from the daddy bear’s thick cock, his friend drank down the contents of the glass in one go.

Rocky’s cock was so hard it was aching. He gave it a rub to ease the dull throb and noticed a dark spot at the front of his jeans where pre-cum was leaking into the fabric. He gave that a rub, too, in the vain hope that he could wipe some of it off, but until his cock stopped leaking it was going to be a wasted effort.

He ordered a beer. While the tattooed and pierced barman poured it, Rocky took the time to check out the other men lining the alcohol-soaked bar. He hadn’t got very far with his inspection before he saw the most handsome man he’d ever laid eyes on. The object of his instant desire was tall. Even though the guy was leaning on the bar, Rocky could tell by the amount of space he took up that he was over six feet tall. And powerfully built. The guy must live in the gym.His biceps were at least the same width as Rocky’s calf muscles. His tanned face was clean shaven and smooth skinned, though there were tell-tale wrinkles on his neck. He had jet-black hair, clipped almost to the scalp around the back and sides and left a little longer on the top. But it was his piercing blue eyes that held Rocky transfixed.

The man turned to face him. Rocky looked away, but could not avert his eyes for long. When he looked back he found the man still looking at him. Rocky smiled. The man returned his smile. A surge of adrenalin flooded Rocky’s veins. His heart began to pound. He swallowed a great gulp of beer and went around to where the man was standing.

The muscular stud was wearing boots, a leather waistcoat and nothing else. His buttocks looked like great mounds of meat covered in cream. The dark line that split the twin peaks promised a hairy arsehole and Rocky felt his hard cock twitch at the thought.

“Hello,” he said.