This wasn’t officially a swingers bar but it certainly had a reputation. The scene downstairs was flirty but that could just be because the music is awesome and the drinks are awesomer.

The real show is upstairs, if you know about it and can get in. People go upstairs for one reason, to fuck. But it’s what happens in the ring that counts. You fight for sex. Winner walks away with $500. How do you win? Who ever makes the other party cum first wins. And then the looser has to service the other party till they cum. Where does the money come from? If you wanna fuck in the ring, it’s gonna cost you, a lot. So you’d better be pretty confident in your ability to wreck it hard. It’s $500 to fight. If you win, you’ll get it back, and the other person’s $500.

Naturally, the sex is aggressive, primal. A drive to bring your partner to climax. No couples. Only strangers. The rules are established by the ones fighting. Some strip down. Others, a lot, tear up their clothes in the ring. The stories of people leaving the bar in tattered clothes are legendary. No condoms. If you’re going to force someone to cum, you’d better be ready to take it.

So, how do we end up upstairs and in the ring? Maybe we were fighting downstairs. Arguing because you’re all talk and no action - according to me.

I’m Brian, when we’re downstairs I’m drinking whiskey. I’m tall, 6-3. With a small tattoo on my upper arm. A nice jeans and T kinda guy with an average athletic dad bod.

Kinks: Rough, raw, risky, public, getting caught, cheating, anal, pegging, dirty talk, choking, restraint.