HARD ON! “ XXXmas BOXING DAY PARTY” – SATURDAY 26TH DECEMBER
REVIEW FOR SEENQUEEN
Now in days of old, in the days of uber sex club Fist, we were most accustomed to getting out some leathers, throwing them on and heading off for our monthly fetish fix, in fact we had our purple patch phase when nothing else would do, continually adding to our collection of collars, cuffs, harnesses, boots et all, so much so that we treated the gear like our second uniform (the first being our business suits....we were all banking professional in those days you know). Life even included regular trips across to Amsterdam, where we would indulge in our devilish fetish fancies at places like The Cockring, The Spiders Web & The Arvo, even planning for special events like Leatherfest so as to satisfy our urges & desires. Yes they were fun times indeed.
But becoming a disco bunny & especially when labelled with the mantle “Disco Matt”, we were most definitely set on a totally different course and slowly but surely, our leather collection was pushed to the back of the closet, most ending up being banished completely. With Fist a distant memory, but the regenerative Hard On! always being overlooked, it was a long time before we were to slip back into it all, but slip we did, spending our last birthday at Suzie Kruger’s horny happening down at Hidden, although our indoctrination back into this side of the scene was set to be trodden very gingerly. That was until one Boxing Day evening, this one in fact, when all our previous inhibitions & disco intentions were thrust aside and we not only re-kindled those days of Fist & Amsterdam, but went all out XXX rated for Hard On’s! XXXmas party.
So, with chaps & boots on, we headed down to Vauxhall for warm up drinks at Barcode, interestingly for our first time to Hard On! without fellow leather enthusiast (well we are not quite back there yet) Benoit, but with none of the pre-party nerves that have accompanied previous visits requiring the helpful & support hand of our liege. Therefore, warm up drinks were less dutch courage more fuelling for the frolicking that lay ahead, timing our arrival at Hidden to just after 11.30, perhaps a little later than we should have been, but with no queue to negotiate our entry was swift & efficient. We were greeted on the door by the endearing Ian “Pieers” Lewis who seemed quite surprised yet pleased to see us and then once through and into the club foyer, Hard On’s! Big cheese Suzie Kruger spotted us and waved us right through, with none of the fuss or bother that accompanied our last visit, superb!!
Being Boxing Day, we were not sure how busy it was going to be, Hard On’s! Team having planned to open just the Cruise Bar and (naturally) the play area, this having been confirmed to us by Hi-Fi Sean at Barcode earlier, although as we stepped into the first bar space, it was clear they would need to set up the main (Red) room. This they had already done, swapping resident jock Brent Nicholls across to provide the musical mastery and allowing most of the eye candy entertainment to show their wares in the main space too. So, grabbing some liquid refreshments, we also did just that, arriving in the room which was filling out nicely, positioning ourselves next to the D.J. booth where Brent spotted us, looking us up & down to check that we were in appropriate gear, a cheeky grin on his face while doing so, then resulting in us catching up on some quick Christmas news with him, all in between changing tracks, our eyes also gazing on the myriad of bubble butt exposed arses around, as well as some sex on legs men who were definitely up for a bit more than just hot action.
It seemed that inhibitions had definitely been thrown aside and everyone was up for a bit of some Boxing Day bonking, as the atmosphere in the main room was truly pumped up, sexed up & raring to go, not least when the hunky muscled up chrimbo go-go’s hit the two podiums, dressed scantly in tight red shorts & accompanying accessories, chests and manly parts all pointing in the right direction. Then, adding to the raunchy mood, a veritable feast of horny men appeared, dressed in a whole assortment of clothes or in most cases not many clothes at all, making the red room a truly pumped up place indeed. Mind you, the extravert production in this main space was also adding to the sexy vibe, with graphic artist impressions of men fisting & cocks dripping, spread across the walls and for once, we were revelling in our relative ambiguity, with no fear of being caught with our pants down.
But, that very thing was to literally about to happen, as our first of many forays into the plentiful playroom was met with a tall skinhead type thrusting us into a dark(ish) corner & taking full advantage of the situation, ripping open our chaps, peeling off our undergarments & going for it big time and ooh was it big!! It was clear that the agenda was definitely to work off all those Christmas inhibitions, as the space the throbbing with action, men in slings, men on their knees, or pinned, like us, against the walls, going for it and we mean really going for it!! all this happening while porn was being shown on a massive screen, although the "live" porn was where it was at for sure. With our fist, sorry first encounter over & licking our lips with delight, we headed back into the main room to cool down a bit, but the heat was well & truly turned up as yet more sexy go go’s entered the fray & Mr Nicholls’ musical soundtrack was making it even more raunchy.
With nowhere to hide from this overtly audacious activity, we held station by the bar, only to be advanced upon by this gorgeous guy dressed in tight leather like shorts and massive wader style boots, not quite grabbing us, but making the sort of moves & advances that said “I want you”. So it was inevitable that yet a further trip into the play area was required, in fact one of four more across what can only be described as the sexiest experience of a night we have had in a long long time. In all our days of running an out there sex club, having seen it all happen in front of our eyes day by day, we thought we had become blasé to it all. Then, perhaps that was the problem with our last visits to Hard On! maybe we had seen it all, but certainly not on this occasion, as we indulged in it all, loving every minute of it.
Emerging from the play area, having spent the lion’s share of our time in there, T-shirt still intact (a miracle!), we headed back to the main room for one final time and with our D.J. pal remarking on our sluttiness (well we were definitely that), his stint behind the decks came to a somewhat premature end, most of us, not least him, looking surprised at the sudden stop. So, we headed into the Cruise Bar in an attempt to calm things down a little, where Hugos’land was handing over the decks to Dmac, who set about laying down some truly hard hitting & pumping sounds that had us dancing away for a while, our eyes still firmly fixed on the man in waders who had heightened our sexual hormones to alarming levels. But then there were still plenty of other horny men around, leather clad, harness trussed & rubber bound, providing more than just eye candy.
Even though we had released much of our sexual tensions in the playroom, it just wasn’t dissipating, no doubt helped along by the amazingly sexy atmosphere, the raunchy music and, dare we say it again, that guy in the waders which we just couldn’t get out of our head & glance, so with feelings still running at fever pitch, the only option left was to get out into the fresh air to cool off. Considering our options, we decided on a departure, collecting our bits & bobs from the coatcheck, then embarking on a trip back across to Barcode , which we concluded was the safer of options, but still mindful that we could have seen the rest of the night away with the horniest, sexiest fella we had seen in ages. Passing back through the foyer, both Suzie & Brent were in attendance, we thanking them both for what was a superb Hard On! party for us, remarking that we needed space to allow ourselves to de-sex, with our arrival back at Barcode, signalling a compulsory removal of our leathers to try & do just that.
So, what did we think of Hard On! this time round? And how did it rate against our usual clubbing exploits? Well, it would be fair to say, that unquestionably for us, it was our best excursion into our fetish side at Hidden yet. Indeed, we cannot remember ever having been so tempted into and then so busy in the playroom. Normally dancing plays the biggest part in our clubbing experiences, but in the case of this XXXmas party, it was simply XXX rated action. Despite reports coming in, post the event, that it was a quietish one for Suzie & her team, the people who turned up were definitely up for it in a big way and never have we seen some many bare butts, so many gorgeously sexy men revealing all, definitely throwing all inhibitions aside. If our next trip to this monthly raunchy fetish feast is anything like this one, we are surely in for another fabulously sleazy time. (DISCO MATT)
REVIEW FOR SEENQUEEN
Now in days of old, in the days of uber sex club Fist, we were most accustomed to getting out some leathers, throwing them on and heading off for our monthly fetish fix, in fact we had our purple patch phase when nothing else would do, continually adding to our collection of collars, cuffs, harnesses, boots et all, so much so that we treated the gear like our second uniform (the first being our business suits....we were all banking professional in those days you know). Life even included regular trips across to Amsterdam, where we would indulge in our devilish fetish fancies at places like The Cockring, The Spiders Web & The Arvo, even planning for special events like Leatherfest so as to satisfy our urges & desires. Yes they were fun times indeed.
But becoming a disco bunny & especially when labelled with the mantle “Disco Matt”, we were most definitely set on a totally different course and slowly but surely, our leather collection was pushed to the back of the closet, most ending up being banished completely. With Fist a distant memory, but the regenerative Hard On! always being overlooked, it was a long time before we were to slip back into it all, but slip we did, spending our last birthday at Suzie Kruger’s horny happening down at Hidden, although our indoctrination back into this side of the scene was set to be trodden very gingerly. That was until one Boxing Day evening, this one in fact, when all our previous inhibitions & disco intentions were thrust aside and we not only re-kindled those days of Fist & Amsterdam, but went all out XXX rated for Hard On’s! XXXmas party.
So, with chaps & boots on, we headed down to Vauxhall for warm up drinks at Barcode, interestingly for our first time to Hard On! without fellow leather enthusiast (well we are not quite back there yet) Benoit, but with none of the pre-party nerves that have accompanied previous visits requiring the helpful & support hand of our liege. Therefore, warm up drinks were less dutch courage more fuelling for the frolicking that lay ahead, timing our arrival at Hidden to just after 11.30, perhaps a little later than we should have been, but with no queue to negotiate our entry was swift & efficient. We were greeted on the door by the endearing Ian “Pieers” Lewis who seemed quite surprised yet pleased to see us and then once through and into the club foyer, Hard On’s! Big cheese Suzie Kruger spotted us and waved us right through, with none of the fuss or bother that accompanied our last visit, superb!!
Being Boxing Day, we were not sure how busy it was going to be, Hard On’s! Team having planned to open just the Cruise Bar and (naturally) the play area, this having been confirmed to us by Hi-Fi Sean at Barcode earlier, although as we stepped into the first bar space, it was clear they would need to set up the main (Red) room. This they had already done, swapping resident jock Brent Nicholls across to provide the musical mastery and allowing most of the eye candy entertainment to show their wares in the main space too. So, grabbing some liquid refreshments, we also did just that, arriving in the room which was filling out nicely, positioning ourselves next to the D.J. booth where Brent spotted us, looking us up & down to check that we were in appropriate gear, a cheeky grin on his face while doing so, then resulting in us catching up on some quick Christmas news with him, all in between changing tracks, our eyes also gazing on the myriad of bubble butt exposed arses around, as well as some sex on legs men who were definitely up for a bit more than just hot action.
It seemed that inhibitions had definitely been thrown aside and everyone was up for a bit of some Boxing Day bonking, as the atmosphere in the main room was truly pumped up, sexed up & raring to go, not least when the hunky muscled up chrimbo go-go’s hit the two podiums, dressed scantly in tight red shorts & accompanying accessories, chests and manly parts all pointing in the right direction. Then, adding to the raunchy mood, a veritable feast of horny men appeared, dressed in a whole assortment of clothes or in most cases not many clothes at all, making the red room a truly pumped up place indeed. Mind you, the extravert production in this main space was also adding to the sexy vibe, with graphic artist impressions of men fisting & cocks dripping, spread across the walls and for once, we were revelling in our relative ambiguity, with no fear of being caught with our pants down.
But, that very thing was to literally about to happen, as our first of many forays into the plentiful playroom was met with a tall skinhead type thrusting us into a dark(ish) corner & taking full advantage of the situation, ripping open our chaps, peeling off our undergarments & going for it big time and ooh was it big!! It was clear that the agenda was definitely to work off all those Christmas inhibitions, as the space the throbbing with action, men in slings, men on their knees, or pinned, like us, against the walls, going for it and we mean really going for it!! all this happening while porn was being shown on a massive screen, although the "live" porn was where it was at for sure. With our fist, sorry first encounter over & licking our lips with delight, we headed back into the main room to cool down a bit, but the heat was well & truly turned up as yet more sexy go go’s entered the fray & Mr Nicholls’ musical soundtrack was making it even more raunchy.
With nowhere to hide from this overtly audacious activity, we held station by the bar, only to be advanced upon by this gorgeous guy dressed in tight leather like shorts and massive wader style boots, not quite grabbing us, but making the sort of moves & advances that said “I want you”. So it was inevitable that yet a further trip into the play area was required, in fact one of four more across what can only be described as the sexiest experience of a night we have had in a long long time. In all our days of running an out there sex club, having seen it all happen in front of our eyes day by day, we thought we had become blasé to it all. Then, perhaps that was the problem with our last visits to Hard On! maybe we had seen it all, but certainly not on this occasion, as we indulged in it all, loving every minute of it.
Emerging from the play area, having spent the lion’s share of our time in there, T-shirt still intact (a miracle!), we headed back to the main room for one final time and with our D.J. pal remarking on our sluttiness (well we were definitely that), his stint behind the decks came to a somewhat premature end, most of us, not least him, looking surprised at the sudden stop. So, we headed into the Cruise Bar in an attempt to calm things down a little, where Hugos’land was handing over the decks to Dmac, who set about laying down some truly hard hitting & pumping sounds that had us dancing away for a while, our eyes still firmly fixed on the man in waders who had heightened our sexual hormones to alarming levels. But then there were still plenty of other horny men around, leather clad, harness trussed & rubber bound, providing more than just eye candy.
Even though we had released much of our sexual tensions in the playroom, it just wasn’t dissipating, no doubt helped along by the amazingly sexy atmosphere, the raunchy music and, dare we say it again, that guy in the waders which we just couldn’t get out of our head & glance, so with feelings still running at fever pitch, the only option left was to get out into the fresh air to cool off. Considering our options, we decided on a departure, collecting our bits & bobs from the coatcheck, then embarking on a trip back across to Barcode , which we concluded was the safer of options, but still mindful that we could have seen the rest of the night away with the horniest, sexiest fella we had seen in ages. Passing back through the foyer, both Suzie & Brent were in attendance, we thanking them both for what was a superb Hard On! party for us, remarking that we needed space to allow ourselves to de-sex, with our arrival back at Barcode, signalling a compulsory removal of our leathers to try & do just that.
So, what did we think of Hard On! this time round? And how did it rate against our usual clubbing exploits? Well, it would be fair to say, that unquestionably for us, it was our best excursion into our fetish side at Hidden yet. Indeed, we cannot remember ever having been so tempted into and then so busy in the playroom. Normally dancing plays the biggest part in our clubbing experiences, but in the case of this XXXmas party, it was simply XXX rated action. Despite reports coming in, post the event, that it was a quietish one for Suzie & her team, the people who turned up were definitely up for it in a big way and never have we seen some many bare butts, so many gorgeously sexy men revealing all, definitely throwing all inhibitions aside. If our next trip to this monthly raunchy fetish feast is anything like this one, we are surely in for another fabulously sleazy time. (DISCO MATT)
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