Chapter 3

Kyle walked in front of me toward the bar, slowly taking in the sights and sounds of pleasure in myriad forms. When we got to the bar, he asked for a beer.

“What do you think?” I asked after I ordered a Heineken for myself.

“It’s a lot to take in,” he replied, but he didn’t seem too nervous. I was glad. The bartender brought Kyle a Bud, and he paid with cash.

As I sipped my beer, I pointed to a group that had a young man bound by rope against a column while two other men took turns sucking his dick.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Kyle said.

“So…not too much for you?” I asked.

“No, this is fine. Back when I—” Kyle swallowed, then continued. “I assume there’s more advanced stuff behind closed doors?”

I didn’t press him for what he didn’t say. “Yeah.” I pointed to a door that had a Viewing Rooms sign on it. “Through there’s where you’ll see Doms at work with floggers, people on crosses, some knife play. If bodily functions turn you on, there’s that, too.”