Rocky zipped up his leather jacket and kept his head down against the rain. It was only his second night in the city and after hearing about Kunt, the most renowned gay fetish club in the country, a bit of rain wasn’t going to keep him from checking the place out for himself.
It wasn’t easy to find, but then again a club like that never was. It was set halfway down a dimly lit, almost dark, alleyway off the main nightclub strip. Had it not been for a pair of beefy blokes dressed in leather turning into the shadowy lane, he might never have found the large letters spelling out the word ‘KUNT’ above the nondescript, rusted metal door that led inside.
Only when he extended his hand towards the door handle did his heart start to beat a tattoo. He wrapped his fingers around the handle and as
