Nick8.0 & smokebroad 2.9 & Heavens denroom man I went to dinner tonite with some incredibly sexy and orgasmic men and we had a dinner that sent us into ectastic paroxysism of rippling muscles. We ate all the most delish exotic food ever served. We feasted on dog penis in montmorency sauce on toast points,where I choked out a boner "muscles in white whine", Pebbles of delicious plops of chicken on blue corn chips. Jason Els regailed us w/a delicious slow burn, slow turn, and ever mounting sexual whirl of sexagismal smegaliscious short tempting hip thrusting-butt busting sance steps that put us all on alert that we had to all kneel before him and w/or hand tied to his delicious male compass point. Jason was apowerful master who told us all what to do and when to do it. He's was powerful but tempered in his need for us to obey. Jason wore backless leather chaps and tit clamps and made us kneel before them. Which we did freely. We were his. His to own. Thx Nick for the place to do it..and your hidden room. I can't write about the whole incident...because certain NYS laws preclude from describibg it in detaikl but I want to tell you it was amazing, informational, instructional and the drinks were good, plentiful and free. Nick ran across the street to Duane Reade in his wrestling singlet for more tonic as we ran out. He's a chanpion. And looks great in lycra. OH that that bulging buddy, that nice, nice man in spandex . Nick8 is a hero. A refill hero. Thx to Jason for the lessons, the training, the hot wand, the dripping wax and the sounding it was a long nite but worth every fucking, fucking, fucking moment. You are a god Jason Els..a masterful god. Written by Heavenslivingroom man & Smokebroad 2.9 modeled on the life of Nickita 8.0 and 11 minutes was quite enough when Jason ripped the chair leg off and shoved it up my "chocolate starfish" I was completey weak kneed and started screaming "O mama O bama oh baby!"