To complete his apparel, he put on a belt that matched
mine, with a bit of gauzy fabric hanging down front
and rear to [almost] conceal his anus and penis. Then
I hung some toys from his belt to use on him. I
attached a little bottle of lube, a bullet-shaped
vibrator, a ball gag, padded cuffs, and some nipple
clamps. Finally, I put on some length of light chain,
which may come in handy. He jangled like an
electrician when he walked, which I found amusing.

As per the club’s code, we arrived wearing outer
clothes to conceal our “clubwear”. ‘Drew and I wore
trench coats, which we would leave at the coat check.
As we approached, I saw a big banner hanging from the
front of the coat check proclaiming the night was
“Sponsored by Priapus Productions”.

“What is Priapus Productions?” I asked as I handed
over my coat.

“They are producers of amateur movies,” the girl said.
“They are looking for people to be in their videos.”

“Really?” ‘Drew lusted. He was a horny dog already.

“Yes, and they have a mini-studio set up in one of the
rooms. They are making a video about sex at a sex-
club.”

“Cool,” ‘Drew said, clearly interested.

“Down boy,” I giggled. “I’ll gag you if you can’t be
civil.”

We went down the steps to the murky club. It is
arranged as a normal large dance floor, with round
tables of four on the perimeter. On the outside were a
dozen or more rooms of various sizes, with two bars on
either side available to fuel the increasingly lewd
behavior that was the prime reason for people to come.
Along the outer walls were a few benches, where solo
men were permitted to sit, since the tables were
reserved for couples.

I usually needed a bit of time and alcohol to get
comfortable enough to participate. Andrew and I
usually got to the club fairly early to allow the time
needed, so there were quite a few tables available for
us. We sat, and I sent ‘Drew off to get us drinks. He
returned with my 80 proof drink and his water (with
slice of lemon). I liked it when I got smashed, but he
needed to remain sober if for no other reason than to
be able to get us home in one piece.

“Sally, Love,” he said while I took my sip, “what do
you think about that video outfit?”

I smiled at him. “We’ll take a look if you are a good
boy.” He smiled in reply, then glanced up at the
person coming to our table. I turned to look, and saw
a beautiful exotic-looking woman. She was dressed in
some kind of black latext, with a phone-booth-red
strap-on belt across her loins.

“Hello,” she said, “I’m Sian, from Priapus
Productions.” She held out her hand and we shook. “Did
you see that we were here looking for actors and
actresses?” She was looking right at me.