Killing Kittens launched a gay sex party – I went to try

Four men wearing masks and formal clothes in a very dark room — KK Homme – new gay sex party (Photo: KK Homme)

The music blares as a burly bearded man in a tight white T-shirt, hot pink headband and kilt takes the stage with a whip in his hand.

Snatching a few rosebuds (not a euphemism) from behind the DJ’s booth, he places them in different parts of his body – in his arms, behind his back and between his teeth – and then turns each one into a large petal-like mass.

Ripping off his thin T-shirt, the man reveals his chiseled chest, and as the light darkens, two volunteers are called in to lend a helping hand. After spraying fluorescent paint (again, not a euphemism) onto one of his palms, the first volunteer begins to rub his hands through his chest hair.

Soon the performer tore off his kilt, revealing a tiny thong that barely covered his huge bulge, and it was the second volunteer’s turn to smear paint on his hands – accidentally splattering some on his face – and grab a fistful of the man’s ass.

Soaked from head to toe, the previously skirt-clad man makes one final discovery: tearing off his thong to reveal a huge flaccid penis.

This may be the first penis I see tonight, but it certainly won’t be the last.

KK Man — Performer Marshall Arkley wowed the crowd (Photo: Sol Ji Park)

That’s because I’m attending the launch event of KK Homme, the brainchild of Emma Sale, founder of Killing Kittens, which has over 200,000 members worldwide. The high-end sex party was created in 2005 with the goal of creating a safe space for women where they could have all the control.

But while many women discovered their bisexuality in a safe, female-focused space, the question remained for the entrepreneur – what about men?

“Many nights at big gay clubs are full of masked wordplay and imagery, which can put off many bi-curious men,” says Emma. Metro. “KK Homme offers a space for bi and gay men, as well as trans and non-binary people, to enjoy intimacy and connection through safe, private exploration.”

As soon as the invitation arrived in my inbox detailing the dress code for “extravagant evening wear” and masquerade masks, I was intrigued.

As a gay man, I had been to kinky parties before, such as Torture Garden and Club Verbothen, but had never been to a party specifically designed for men who have sex with men (MSM). Of course, I’ve seen a lot of saunas and dark rooms in gay clubs, but it seemed to me that this was something different, more classy.

I asked my friend (occasional benefit recipient) Alfie* if he wanted to join me and he enthusiastically agreed.

So, having selected a pair of black leather trousers, a mesh top, a leather coat, boots and a silver mask, I meet Alfie at our local East London train station on a cool evening and we head to Heathrow on the tube, putting the whole look together.

On the last leg of the journey, we get into an Uber, which takes us to a luxurious mansion in Berkshire. Making our way down a long, winding road with several checkpoints, we finally arrive at the night’s venue: an imposing mansion, lit in red.

Taking a deep breath, it’s now or never. Donning our masks, we greet Emma at the entrance and hand over our phones, which we lock in pouches we keep in our pockets.

The first room we enter is a large reception area with a stage and I immediately notice a huge contraption in the center of the room filled with fancy toys like long thin feathers and whips. Without a doubt, available for everyone to use.

Then the performances begin, including the already mentioned whip, as well as a sultry striptease from the host or master of ceremonies (or “mistress of the house,” he clarifies to Metro).

After everyone has had enough of salivating, Alfie and I head to the nearby library for a drink. Here we are met by a waiter offering a spoonful of caviar with a glass of vodka – they don’t do that at Sweatbox…

We meet several people, including a lawyer, a journalist and a circus performer. The latter simply enters the room in a jockstrap (and shoes, of course) and introduces himself – I don’t remember how we got to the topic of nihilism when he stands with his butt bare.

After a few drinks for liquid courage, Alfie and I decide to check out the nearby games rooms. There is one for all genders and another one next door for men only, but they are not as full as I had hoped.

We walk into the all-male room and see several opposite-sex couples spanking and spanking in the corner, and then one lonely couple in the center, enthusiastically getting at it.

For a few moments we join a growing group of spectators, including a guy who casually strips down to a wrestling jersey with his crotch cut out while we chat. Hot.

Feeling strangely shy, I ask Alfie if he’d like to pop into the men’s-only room and see what it’s like. When we walk in, it’s even emptier than the previous room… so I decide to do something about it.

I turn to Alfie and kiss him, then one of the guys we met in the library sees this and comes over and kisses me. Next thing we know, we’re stripping down to our underwear and laying down on a pile of mattresses in the middle of the room.

One thing leads to another and there is a flurry of activity before I notice that several others have gained the confidence to also strip off and start putting on their own show.

Somewhat concerned, I look around and notice that several people are watching us, but I don’t mind at all. I think I even see someone I vaguely know, but I don’t care. In fact, I strangely enjoy seeing people, still fully clothed and wearing masks, looking at me.

A little later I decide to have another drink and go to put my pants back on. But before I leave the room, I meet the guy I met earlier wearing a wrestling jersey, and he jokes, “Finally!” I was hoping that I would run into you again.

Needless to say, we have great chemistry and I feel much less shy, so we start fooling around together. Spoiler alert: the jersey stays in place.

At the same time, I see the room filling up even more, and, of course, I hear more enthusiastic grumbling than ever. I also notice someone in the corner of the room bent over a horse-like contraption being teased with toys.

After I finished with Mr Singlet I was curious what Alfie was doing so I decided to go to the all men’s room and see if he was there. Of course we run into each other.

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Something about this crazy environment consumes me, so Alfie and I start dating. Then suddenly a voice comes through the room warning us that the event is ending and we all need to move on. I know from the invitation that it will close (slightly earlier, I thought) at 2 am, but it seems so sudden.

Not wanting to go, we sneak away to get dressed before grabbing our coats and unlocking our phones. Putting on a mask again seemed unnecessary after I had lost all sense of mystery just a few hours earlier.

Stepping out of the mansion into the cool autumn air, Alfie and I hop into an Uber for the hour-long journey back to east London. We both giddily agree that it was a fun and definitely action-packed evening that offers something a little more upscale than your usual gritty gay parties.

Looking back in the cold light of the next day, we realized that there weren’t as many people as we thought. But to be fair, it was KK Homme’s launch party – so if it has the success that Killing Kittens has achieved over the years, it could definitely fill the hole (no pun intended!) that the London male sex scene needs -parties.

Founder Emma Sale agrees: “It’s an exclusive celebration of all things bold, beautiful and weird for gay or bisexual men.

“At the end of the day, we want to do for gay and bisexual men what we did for women,” she says. “Create a safe space where they can go to learn more about themselves, away from shame, stigma and judgment.”

*The name of the author and his friend has been changed

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