Buzz stood six feet tall and was dressed in leather from his bondage mask to his steel-toed boots. In his right hand, he held a cat-o-nine tails, gently slapping it against his thigh. From the ceiling above him hung a chain and leather cradle, holding his lover spread eagle before him.
Buzz’s eyes peered at her through the slits in the leather mask. Slowly, he pulled open the zipper that covered his mouth. The whip arched in his hand.
“Did you remember to buy milk?” he asked his lover.
She replied with a groan that Buzz knew meant she did not.
Buzz sighed. “You know I like to have milk in the mornings,” he told her, “I hate stopping at a 7-11 on the way home. I prefer to go straight home after this and crawl into bed. Besides, those convenience stores charge twice the amount when it comes to milk. They’re a bunch of crooks. I need my cereal and coffee in the morning. I mean, we could go out to breakfast, but I usually wake up hungry and coffee is a necessity.”
His lover groaned that she understood.
Around them, men and woman performed or watched various sexual acts. Some stopped to watch Buzz and his lover, but when they saw no action, they quickly moved on.
This was Buzz’s usual Saturday night haunt, the kinkiest sex club in San Francisco. It was an old warehouse converted into four stories of decadence.
Buzz and his lover enjoyed performing in public, as well as having encounters with other members of the club. Both never discriminated when it came to sexes. Men, women, groups, it was all the same to them.
A crowd now gathered around Buzz as he zipped his mask, lowered his leather pants and entered his lover.
“So I heard from Carol,” he unzipped his mask as he slowly thrust, “She said she’d come tonight if she could find a sitter for the kids. I don’t know what she was thinking, having children. They’re like a death sentence. You can’t do any of the stuff you used to do once you have them. I know I’ll never have any.”
His lover groaned in agreement.
Next to them was the private room. Private in the sense that the doors closed, but there were plenty of windows and peeps holes for the members to watch through. The couple heading in there caught Buzz’s attention.
“Was that Debbie?” he asked his lover, knowing she was not in the position to see anything but the ceiling, “I haven’t seen her in ages. I thought she found religion or something. Maybe she realized she had it all the time.”
After a moment, he sighed, “I can’t believe we forgot to get milk.” And zipped his mask again.
A few minutes later, Buzz climaxed. He grunted slightly as he released himself into his lover. Right after that, she screamed in the ecstasy of orgasm. Knowing the show was over, the crowd dispersed.
As his lover pulled on her clothes, Buzz’s muffled voice asked through his mask, “Do you want to go upstairs?”
She nodded and accompanied Buzz through the catacombs.
The hallways twisted and turned through rooms that resembled prison cells and were bathed in red light. In there, the wilder sexual acts took place.
“I think we should invite Debbie to brunch with us tomorrow,” he told his lover as they made their way through the catacombs, “I think it would do her good to hang out with some old friends. Of course, we’re going to have to make it an early brunch. There’s no way I’m going to make it to noon without coffee or cereal.”
They passed by a cell where a man was urinating on a woman’s breasts.
“I just don’t get water sports,” Buzz told his lover, “I just think some things should not be brought into sex. I hate when people I have sex with leave the bathroom door open after we’ve done it. I don’t want to hear it, never mind see it. There was this woman who never wanted to shower together, but whenever I was in the shower, she always used the toilet. Maybe the sound of running water helped her go.”
They reached the end of the catacombs and climbed up to the main floor. There were a few more social rooms up here. One had a pool table and the other a juice bar. But at the end of one room was a stage. Here they were holding the nightly slave auction. The highest bidder would get to have a man or woman for a night to do anything they wanted them to do.
“Do you want me to get you a slave?” Buzz asked his lover.
She shook her head.
“Yeah, they’ve been pretty lame lately,” he admitted, “That last one couldn’t even hold an erection, never mind a conversation.”
They watched a fierce bid over one slave.
“I don’t get it,” Buzz said to his lover, “Why would anybody want to pay so much money for that guy? I don’t see anything special about him.”
The numbers grew higher and Buzz grew bored.
“Let’s move on,” he suggested.
His lover agreed.
They decided to go up to the gay men’s floor. Buzz’s lover liked to watch men, as did Buzz. If he was in the mood he’d participate.
The set up of the floor reminded Buzz of an office building. There were rows of cubicles with beds inside for the men to perform. There was also a room with a maze of glory holes and another devoted to masturbation.
As Buzz and his lover made his way through the cubicles, a middle aged man walked past them. He was stark naked.
“Why is it that the old men are the ones who run around naked?” Buzz asked rhetorically, “I mean, who wants to see that. Yeah, it may work in a darkened corner, but I don’t want to see it swinging toward me. None of the cute young guys ever walk around naked. No women either, except that really old woman who used to wear only a g-string, do you remember her?”
His lover laughed as she recalled.
They walked into the room that was devoted to masturbation, a television played gay porn and a group of men sat around in different stages of self-pleasure. Buzz’s lover decided to head to the fourth floor, which was woman only.
“Have fun,” he told her.
Buzz took a seat and joined the men in the circle jerk.
“So, how are you all doing tonight?” he asked the room.
People were focused on the television and ignored Buzz. He was quickly bored and left the room. He waited at the edge of the stairway for his lover.
When she appeared, he said, “I think we better go home. Maybe we can hit the Safeway before it closes and get my milk. There’s no sign of Debbie, so I guess it’s the usual lot for brunch. We can touch base with everyone tomorrow and figure out when and where.”
As they exited the club, Buzz removed his mask. They headed to his car.
They drove to the Safeway in complete silence.
