“ALL HOT & STEAMY”
SWEAT – SATURDAY 11TH SEPTEMBER
CLUB REVIEW
When it comes to a bit of a horny action, it comes no better these days for us, than making a trip to Hard On!, the fetish club brand that very much took over from where the fabulous Fist left off, although whilst Suzie Krueger’s hit has very much established itself as a firm favourite of ours, our trips to Hidden clad in leather and not much more, are seldom often enough, as the end of month slot occupied by this erotic event tends to clash with other more mainstream offerings that crave for our attention. However, in her sporty event, Sweat, we found an event that was not quite so extreme as Hard On!, but nevertheless promised sufficient sexual intrigue & activity, centred around the theme of humped up action in sports gear or less, all played out to the horny house soundtrack by her Hidden resident D.J.’s. A tempting prospect indeed, yet one that had thus far eluded our attention, although with our diary decks cleared especially, our date with Sweat was set and our night to get all hot & steamy secured.
Now, for those of you that have been tracking this Ms Krueger off-shoot to Hard On! will notice, the event that is Sweat was formerly called Sex, although due to difficulties in advertising with such an explicit name, Suzie was forced to re-think and so came up with the next most appropriate name for the club, the night being hosted & held in the gym & sauna outfit that is Sweatbox in Soho, well just shy of Oxford Street to be exact, a venue known more for its workout than its fetish frolicking. But the marriage of minds between Suzie & the management of this popular retreat saw a gap in the market and an opportunity to offer something a little sexy for the sporty kind, combining the facilities of Sweatbox, the sauna, the steam room & other elements, with a blend of bonking beats to raise the already heated temperature & desires of its customers, giving the option to come dressed in seductive sportswear and then strip down further and indulge in some audacious action. So, how did our sporty Saturday at Sweat turn out? and did our expectations & exploits rise to the occasion?
Well, we were not quite sure what to expect of Sweat, the billing very much setting the scene that music & sports gear were central to the theme, whilst in the knowledge that the steamy sauna setting would also have its part to play in proceedings. So, setting our minds on our outfit for the night, we aimed for the more sporty look, choosing Addidas high risers, a matching shirt, football socks & knee length swimwear as our option for the night, although decided to head to Barcode Soho and a rendezvous with scene favourite D.J. Brent Nicholls for some suitable encouragement & nerve calming before hitting Sweatbox at just turned 11.30 p.m. Quite why we were so apprehensive of our visit to Sweat we don’t know, as we have been no stranger to sauna’s in the past, indeed in our earlier youth, not a Friday would go by without an extended visit to a whole host of hot & sweaty hangouts across the capital and our familiarity with all things horny & sweaty as natural in those days, as our clubbing is today.
With a queue already formed at the entrance, a smiling Suzie soon arrived to escort us downstairs and show us the Sweatbox ropes, leading us down to the lower of two levels and into the changing area, where we swapped our jeans & regular t-shirt for our sporty one & swimwear, revealing our red, white & blue boots and matching socks that very much shouted a statement about our expectations for the evening. Wending our way through the darkened corridor of cabins that led to the chill-out area, it was clear the preferred attire was a towel, although our dresscode was certainly getting plenty of attention as we made it through the line of sweaty bodies and into safety of the relaxation room, where we immediately caught the eye of D.J. Hifi Sean, who was beating out some barnstorming beats to a select crowd of steamy sexpots, taking a short respite from the action upstairs. With us immediately getting the feeling we were somewhat overdressed, we retreated to the side of Sean, re-capping on the brilliance of Barcode the previous weekend, when he & Nick had treated us to a right royal musical rumpus, Mr Hifi then immediately digging out his own mix of “Deep Water” to play for us, also remarking that he had been testing out some terrific new sounds all night since starting spinning at Sweat from 9 p.m.
Grabbing some refreshments at the bar, we soon returned to our spot, savouring Sean’s superb sounds, as a whole host of scantily clad men wandered through to grab a piece of the musical action, some moving & grooving to the horny house Sean was serving up, others simply taking time out from the steamy & sexual saucery around the corridors & rooms of Sweatbox. Then, to our sudden surprise, into the chill-out area stepped charismatic photographer, Chris Jepson, himself dressed in just a towel, making our overt sporty clothing look even more over the top, his camera pointing at us, crotch level of course, he having made an early appearance at Suzie’s fetish off-shoot before heading off to further exploits down at heaven for camp outing G.A.Y. With Chris, Sean & Suzie all joining voices for us to dress down, we continued to resist, rather reclining into our corner of comfort, inwardly plucking up the courage to change, yet outwardly showing our reluctance to do so, Suzie then challenged us to wander round in our full sports regalia and see what reaction we would get, our exploration of both floors of this steamy & sweaty sauna bearing little fruit although plenty of admiring looks.
So, on arrival from our first tour of the two floors back in the chill-out area, where we caught a departing Sean, off to Vauxhall for Amsterdam import event, Bear Necessity, it was incumbent D.J. & pal Brent Nicholls who eventually persuaded us to disrobe and head off for some hot horny action and that we did, a number of trips up to the Turkish steam room, the Jacuzzi & the sauna intermixed with plenty of sexual encounters in the corridors, seeing our towel drop and our tool rise on a number of occasions, the sensual soundtrack of music from Mr Nicholls being piped around the venue to add to the audacious atmosphere. But despite the action we were getting upstairs, it was the chill-out area we gravitated to the most, the draw of the heavenly house from Brent, the calming & cooling antidote to our hot & horny humping and it was here that we eventually saw out the rest of our evening, catching up on news & views, opinions & observations of the clubbing scene and events upcoming, having had our fill of sexual intrigue & activity and with 4 a.m. approaching, we changed back to our regular attire, discarding a soaked towel for dry jeans, leaving Sweatbox behind, heading home to reflect on a fetish frolic on the sporty side with a difference.
Having not really known what to expect, it was clear that while Sweat certainly stakes it claim to the sporty side of the fetish scene, the majority of customers through the door were more intent on towelling down & tooling up across Sweatbox’s two floors. The elements of music in the chill-out room and the midnight foam bath in the shower area are definite attractions on the night and we are reliably informed that many do normally make the effort both to dress in appropriate sportswear, for the start of the event at least, as well as bop to the beats from the band of resident D.J.’s, undoubtedly the main thrust of the party happens away from the music, as any good fetish night should be. We did love the feeling of dressing to dare in sports gear and it was a shame that more didn’t on this occasion, but with record numbers through Sweat’s doors and a terrific time had by all, us included, you simply can’t argue with that, meaning that we will certainly consider another visit sometime soon. (DISCO MATT)
SWEAT – SATURDAY 11TH SEPTEMBER
CLUB REVIEW
When it comes to a bit of a horny action, it comes no better these days for us, than making a trip to Hard On!, the fetish club brand that very much took over from where the fabulous Fist left off, although whilst Suzie Krueger’s hit has very much established itself as a firm favourite of ours, our trips to Hidden clad in leather and not much more, are seldom often enough, as the end of month slot occupied by this erotic event tends to clash with other more mainstream offerings that crave for our attention. However, in her sporty event, Sweat, we found an event that was not quite so extreme as Hard On!, but nevertheless promised sufficient sexual intrigue & activity, centred around the theme of humped up action in sports gear or less, all played out to the horny house soundtrack by her Hidden resident D.J.’s. A tempting prospect indeed, yet one that had thus far eluded our attention, although with our diary decks cleared especially, our date with Sweat was set and our night to get all hot & steamy secured.
Now, for those of you that have been tracking this Ms Krueger off-shoot to Hard On! will notice, the event that is Sweat was formerly called Sex, although due to difficulties in advertising with such an explicit name, Suzie was forced to re-think and so came up with the next most appropriate name for the club, the night being hosted & held in the gym & sauna outfit that is Sweatbox in Soho, well just shy of Oxford Street to be exact, a venue known more for its workout than its fetish frolicking. But the marriage of minds between Suzie & the management of this popular retreat saw a gap in the market and an opportunity to offer something a little sexy for the sporty kind, combining the facilities of Sweatbox, the sauna, the steam room & other elements, with a blend of bonking beats to raise the already heated temperature & desires of its customers, giving the option to come dressed in seductive sportswear and then strip down further and indulge in some audacious action. So, how did our sporty Saturday at Sweat turn out? and did our expectations & exploits rise to the occasion?
Well, we were not quite sure what to expect of Sweat, the billing very much setting the scene that music & sports gear were central to the theme, whilst in the knowledge that the steamy sauna setting would also have its part to play in proceedings. So, setting our minds on our outfit for the night, we aimed for the more sporty look, choosing Addidas high risers, a matching shirt, football socks & knee length swimwear as our option for the night, although decided to head to Barcode Soho and a rendezvous with scene favourite D.J. Brent Nicholls for some suitable encouragement & nerve calming before hitting Sweatbox at just turned 11.30 p.m. Quite why we were so apprehensive of our visit to Sweat we don’t know, as we have been no stranger to sauna’s in the past, indeed in our earlier youth, not a Friday would go by without an extended visit to a whole host of hot & sweaty hangouts across the capital and our familiarity with all things horny & sweaty as natural in those days, as our clubbing is today.
With a queue already formed at the entrance, a smiling Suzie soon arrived to escort us downstairs and show us the Sweatbox ropes, leading us down to the lower of two levels and into the changing area, where we swapped our jeans & regular t-shirt for our sporty one & swimwear, revealing our red, white & blue boots and matching socks that very much shouted a statement about our expectations for the evening. Wending our way through the darkened corridor of cabins that led to the chill-out area, it was clear the preferred attire was a towel, although our dresscode was certainly getting plenty of attention as we made it through the line of sweaty bodies and into safety of the relaxation room, where we immediately caught the eye of D.J. Hifi Sean, who was beating out some barnstorming beats to a select crowd of steamy sexpots, taking a short respite from the action upstairs. With us immediately getting the feeling we were somewhat overdressed, we retreated to the side of Sean, re-capping on the brilliance of Barcode the previous weekend, when he & Nick had treated us to a right royal musical rumpus, Mr Hifi then immediately digging out his own mix of “Deep Water” to play for us, also remarking that he had been testing out some terrific new sounds all night since starting spinning at Sweat from 9 p.m.
Grabbing some refreshments at the bar, we soon returned to our spot, savouring Sean’s superb sounds, as a whole host of scantily clad men wandered through to grab a piece of the musical action, some moving & grooving to the horny house Sean was serving up, others simply taking time out from the steamy & sexual saucery around the corridors & rooms of Sweatbox. Then, to our sudden surprise, into the chill-out area stepped charismatic photographer, Chris Jepson, himself dressed in just a towel, making our overt sporty clothing look even more over the top, his camera pointing at us, crotch level of course, he having made an early appearance at Suzie’s fetish off-shoot before heading off to further exploits down at heaven for camp outing G.A.Y. With Chris, Sean & Suzie all joining voices for us to dress down, we continued to resist, rather reclining into our corner of comfort, inwardly plucking up the courage to change, yet outwardly showing our reluctance to do so, Suzie then challenged us to wander round in our full sports regalia and see what reaction we would get, our exploration of both floors of this steamy & sweaty sauna bearing little fruit although plenty of admiring looks.
So, on arrival from our first tour of the two floors back in the chill-out area, where we caught a departing Sean, off to Vauxhall for Amsterdam import event, Bear Necessity, it was incumbent D.J. & pal Brent Nicholls who eventually persuaded us to disrobe and head off for some hot horny action and that we did, a number of trips up to the Turkish steam room, the Jacuzzi & the sauna intermixed with plenty of sexual encounters in the corridors, seeing our towel drop and our tool rise on a number of occasions, the sensual soundtrack of music from Mr Nicholls being piped around the venue to add to the audacious atmosphere. But despite the action we were getting upstairs, it was the chill-out area we gravitated to the most, the draw of the heavenly house from Brent, the calming & cooling antidote to our hot & horny humping and it was here that we eventually saw out the rest of our evening, catching up on news & views, opinions & observations of the clubbing scene and events upcoming, having had our fill of sexual intrigue & activity and with 4 a.m. approaching, we changed back to our regular attire, discarding a soaked towel for dry jeans, leaving Sweatbox behind, heading home to reflect on a fetish frolic on the sporty side with a difference.
Having not really known what to expect, it was clear that while Sweat certainly stakes it claim to the sporty side of the fetish scene, the majority of customers through the door were more intent on towelling down & tooling up across Sweatbox’s two floors. The elements of music in the chill-out room and the midnight foam bath in the shower area are definite attractions on the night and we are reliably informed that many do normally make the effort both to dress in appropriate sportswear, for the start of the event at least, as well as bop to the beats from the band of resident D.J.’s, undoubtedly the main thrust of the party happens away from the music, as any good fetish night should be. We did love the feeling of dressing to dare in sports gear and it was a shame that more didn’t on this occasion, but with record numbers through Sweat’s doors and a terrific time had by all, us included, you simply can’t argue with that, meaning that we will certainly consider another visit sometime soon. (DISCO MATT)
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