I hand him $15 for his troubles and make my way to the door. $7.50 for the ride," he says giving me a "you're crazy" look in the mirror. I had read, and reread online postings about this hell hole. The clientele runs from leather tops to extreme pigs. This happens to be a bath house with a certain reputation. Although I have never been here before I was certain we had arrived at destinations of my darkest fantasies. A single lightbulb over the door lit the area. It was after 11pm and we were out in front of a rundown single story building. The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, "are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" We had driven into an industrial area of the city full of old buildings and warehouses. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig.
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