Sascha left Jörg’s apartment in Willmesdorf about three in the morning pleasantly stoned after a night of excess. His head was buzzing, sleeping was out of the question at the moment. It was a pleasant enough Friday night in May, and he decided to take a stroll towards the gay quarter of Schöneberg – there is a Kebab place just off Nollendorfplatz which is open all night, the food greasy enough to settle one’s stomach; Sascha is not a heavy drinker but enjoys chemically induced flights with friends, and this night he was in a particular happy and mischievous mood.Jörg, is an old acquaintance of Sascha’s who had made a fortune in Frankfurt selling marketing services to large corporations, then had moved to Berlin to explore his sexuality and enjoy the very special atmosphere of the city; the city famous already a hundred years ago for its creativity, tolerance and debauchery. Jörg and Sascha had met in the “Lion”, a gay bar attracting every type of gay psychopath that happens to live or visit the city; the bar comes complete with a slippery dark room, a communal restroom area, and a bar area where everything goes. Sascha loved the place with its distinguished clientele of druggies, escorts, pimps, tourists and locals in search of sexual adventure, sweet oblivion from the daily grind.Jörg had liked Sascha from the outset, who in turn sensed he could be of service to Jörg, and soon found himself taking care of Jörg’s needs, as well as getting regularly filled by him. He became Jörg’s fixer and whore. He would provide various recreational goodies, and introduced a number of men to the weekly parties at Jörgs flat; he also provided live entertainment for his guests on occasion, Sascha loves to provoke ppl sexually.

He paid for his Kebab and sat by the edge of the shop munching away, feeling hungry and thirsty, glad he could stabilise his stomach, thinking what was in store for him next. His boyfriend was out of town and there was nothing for him at home to do, so he decided to take the U bahn to Kreuzberg to the check out the Shift. He was always very conscious of the way ppl looked at him when he was stoned and enjoyed to stare at the people staring at him. The U-Bahn was of course the perfect place for this game.

It was a pleasant night and he was clad in jeans, a black tank top and a leather jacket. He got out of the station, turned left and went into the Spätkauf to get a packet of smokes, thank God one can still smoke freely at most Berlin clubs and bars. As he turned towards the club he saw the queue extending on to the street leading up to the club compound. Shift, is of course a world famous mixed dance / fetish / sex club where only patrons clad in exotic attires can gain access to this temple of debauchery, its weekend parties are legendary. Sascha often sets up shop at the Shift where the many tourists and locals flocking at the club often require Sascha’s services. He lit a smoke, bypassed the queue walking straight up to the door where Tobias was going through the usual ritual of face control, fashion policeman, and gatekeeper for the drunk and stoned. Tobias, was tall and handsome and heavily tattooed and had often had a joint with Sascha at the second dance floor. There was also the time where Sascha lost touch with reality outside the main toilet area and Tobias had been fucking pissed off at him before nursing him back to life and offering him the next joint. They liked each other.

Sascha went straight to the small bar by the entrance where he usually held court, had a brief chat with Didi at the bar and ordered a Jack Daniels on the rocks, before lighting his next fag. He settled down and took stock of the room around him. There was a group of young gay guys at a table by the door, dressed in drag, obviously out of their fucking minds, loud and obnoxious. They were an obvious target for Sascha. Next to them was a straight couple, a beautiful tall woman, naked except for a delicate chain collar attached to a thin dog chain sitting on the lap of her man dressed in leather pants and boots, and a black leather harness over his naked chest. He was holding the dog leash in his hand, looking her in the eyes, no words exchanged; Sascha found this erotic, he would gladly play with the pair. The girl had a beautiful ass, and the guy was real hot, shaved head, muscular chest, and a medium sized nose ring. Sexy.

He moved his gaze closer to the bar, and froze his gaze, who was this person hands folded over her chest staring at him? “Do we know each other” he wandered? “Have we played together? Have I done any favours for her? What the fuck?” This was one hell of a sexy dame standing there, dressed immaculately her hands folded over her chest – like a school teacher he though, looking at a naughty child which has been caught with his pants down…. She was wearing a white shirt with black leather suspenders, a sexy black skirt, fishnet stockings, high heels and a fishnet veil expertly fixed on her cascading hair. She looked stunning, and he felt a stirring in his jeans; him being in an advanced state of euphoria, he decided to meet her gaze and lock eyes. Not letting her gaze go, he lit up again, smiling not at all as he played a peculiar game of chicken with her.

All the time trying to think why this person seemed familiar to him. They were both frozen in time, both moving not at all, Sascha feeling mischievous; then BOUM! he placed her, she was this reporter woman from the “Berlin Star” who had done a piece on Berlin prostitution after that boy Ivan had been found badly beaten behind Bahnhof Zoo, a popular place with young Eastern European street hookers. Ivan and Sascha knew each other, and when Sascha went to Charité to ask after him he had been ambushed by this dame trying to make capital and a story from Ivan’s suffering. She was asking too many questions, Sascha already under stress from a rough night told her in no uncertain words to go jump in lake – and never come back. Fucking whore!

Now here was she again standing in front of him looking at him like a domina daring him to move, ha! Time for some fun, he thought, He motioned to her with his finger to come closer all the time holding her gaze, then grabbed her by the wrist and held her tight. “Hello sweets” he mused, “such a pleasure to see you again here baby girl, can I offer you a drink, or maybe something else”, he winked hardly being able to contain a smile. “Fucking jerk” she thought before accepting a drink in silence. She was damned if she would talk to that smart ass holding her hand so tight that it hurt. He asked her a couple of meaningless questions to which she barely answered, sipped her G&T on ice and annoyingly found herself relaxing despite her reflexes screaming “get the fuck out”. Sascha begun enjoying himself and decided to roll a joint right there at the bar. He let her hand go, he was fast with his fingers lacing the grass with something she could not quite place before rolling it and lighting up, deeply inhaling the acrid smoke and keeping it deep inside for a few seconds before exhaling and offering her the splif. He was beginning to enjoy himself, “what is your name anyways babe?” She exhaled, then answered in deep sexy voice “I am Martina. Thank you for the drink and the joint, but I must make a move, I don’t like dickheads, and you are the greatest dickhead of all times, people talk you know” Sascha inhaled another deep toke feeling the acrid taste of the grass deep in his lungs and a bang in his head before releasing the smoke with a smile….”interesting dame” he thought. He gazed around the room again, before his gaze froze on the man that had just entered. He shot a glance at Martina, who was also looking directly at the man at the entrance.

Here stood Dante in all his glory; he was dressed in a black tuxedo, white shirt with black bowtie and vest and a leather studded harness over his vest, giving him a sinister look. Dante was famous in Berlin. He was the playboy son of the owner of the « Berlin Star » newspaper group Martina was working for. Both Martina and Sascha continued to stare at the man, « lol, what a juicy fucked up situation we have here » Sascha thought, his mind suddenly alert at the possibility of a quick buck. And how delicious this Martina was there! This was her boss’s son.

Dante was renowned in Berlin for his wild lifestyle, his never ending troubles with the law [that the newspaper tried to polish over], his endless partying and gambling, and his taste for beautiful men. Sascha looked at the time – it was approaching six in the morning, he would have to think fast, but he was feeling lucky.Martina sensed the shift in gear in Sascha’s mind who by now had lost any interest in her. She took a step back and sat at the edge of the bar, her reporter instincts taking over, curious how this would all play out. She wandered if Sascha and Dante new each other already.Dante looked at Sascha and nodded a half nod, not even a shadow of a smile on Dante’s face, a prince acknowledging a nobody. “They know each other” Martina thought. Sascha motioned To Dante to come forward unfazed by Dante’s icy stare. He ordered Dante a drink, “Sascha obviously knows what Dante drinks” thought Martina raising an eyebrow and making a mental note.

Dante picked up his drink and looked back at Sascha like he was expecting him to say something and Sascha knew at this point that he had something there. He went straight to the point: “are you looking? would you like some company tonight?” Dante looked at him glacially, barely able to conceal his distaste for Sascha. “What are you offering tonight?” he asked indifferently.“There are a couple of new guys in town” he replied, a delicious man from Mozambique and the cutest guy from Barcelona. I just left them a couple of hours ago at a party, maybe I can introduce them to you” Sascha had no idea where the guys were at the moment or if he could reach them but he guessed it was worth a try. “Fuck” he thought, hoping this would work, “Trust me, you will not be disappointed and they are already high, they will give you a smooth evening, you will thank me for it tomorrow” “me thank you, you little fuck, lol, What a jerk this guy is” thought Dante but instead just asked “how much”.

Sascha made his offer. Dante handed him a wad of notes – Sascha’s brain racing, if he could find the guys this was 100% profit for him. He had to act fast. He felt Martina’s piercing gaze at the back of his neck and turned around to her, he had forgotten all about her. He shrugged and left the room to find a signal for his mobile.Luck was on his side and located Juan and Javi at home having themselves just returned from the “Lion”. He instructed them to shower, get in a cab and be there in 15’ flat. He would be outside to pay the cab. They swore at him for having to leave home again but did as they were told. “Look naked” Sascha screamed in the phone before he hung up.

Sascha picked Javi and Juan up outside the club, paid the cab driver and gave them the half of Dante’s money. “Don’t mess this up guys, please tell me we are on the same page?”. They both nodded and Sasch looked at them approvingly. “Go get ready and I will introduce you to the dude, go,go, go, he shouted”

The Shift is known the world over as a fetish sex club, young beautiful men and women love to exhibit themselves, dance and have sex in public. The dress code ranges from nude to, leather or rubber fetish wear, cross dressing, sexy sports dress, fantasy and so on. Street wear and normal do not figure at the Shift. Juan got undressed down to his brief black thong which exposed his firm round ass beautifully, his hairless body muscular and well proportioned. Javi clad only in a black bowtie and collar, his muscular tattooed torso naked, tight black shorts and a short white apron

Once ready, the guys followed Sascha to a small private room by the wardrobe, where he lay out three fat lines, “breakfast” he said, “come on help yourselves and enjoy the ride”. All three felt a powerful rush, wiped their noses and the guys followed Sasch at the entrance of the small bar where Sascha had met Dante moments earlier. Dante was standing with his back leaning on the bar smoking a cigarette, looking straight ahead at the three of them posing at the entrance, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. Sasch content with his work and feeling rich decide to split and return to the Lion to find a plaything for the rest of the day, it was already 8am.

Martina was intrigued by the surreal spectacle of the three men examining each other, ordered another drink and lit a fresh cigarette. Juan and Javi moved slowly to the bar and started flirting with Dante who offered the guys a drink. They chatted getting to know each other, Dante feeling particularly mischievous tonight. They chased gaily, Dante offering the guys shots of Jaegermeister, a lethal German liquor popular in the gay scene. Martina could see the ice breaking between them and thought the boys were really enjoying themselves in Dante’s company.

The club never closes on the weekend, and the morning after crowd was already gathering and the place was filling up again, while the music, Berlin techno style was blazing in the two separate dance floors. The crowd was mixed and one would say more naked than dressed, Martina and Dante an exception. Dante was excited in the company of the two guys and decided it was time to get comfortable. He motioned to the two to follow them. Martina, ever the curious one followed as well – discreetly. Dante moved through the crowded main dance floor, shot a glance at the go-go boy performing a pole dance next to the bar, and moved to the side of the dance floor where a big iron bed stood on a small platform at the side of the dance floor. A couple was fooling around on the bed, Dante – not very elegantly – forced them off and placed himself in the middle, his back resting on the iron railings at the back of the bed. He waved the guys forward who jumped on the bed, one on each side of him. Margot leaned against a wall nearby studying the scene.

Juan and Javi settled down next to Dante, his arms embracing them both while they started investigating his body staring at him in the eyes. It was all very erotic, a private scene in a crowded techno club, and Martina could not take her eyes off of them. As the morning progressed, the temperature on the bed kept rising until both guys in Dante’s arms were naked. More splits, more drinks, loud laughter and lots of kissing and stroking, Dante meanwhile, very much the master of ceremonies, still fully dressed and in control of the situation. Meanwhile, James, an American man in Berlin was dancing nearby, his naked torso glittering with sweat, transfixed on the scene on the bed. Dante caught his glance and held it firmly. James locked eyes, still continuing to dance.

Martina started chatting to beautiful couple from Italy that had approached her and was happily getting drinks at the bar when she noticed Dante and the guys making their way back across the dance floor towards James. Dante invited James to join them, he seemed to accept without hesitation. Curious as ever, she followed them to the wardrobe where the guys picked up their stuff and left the club, Dante giving a warm kiss to Susan at the wardrobe counter and a hefty tip.

It was approaching midday and the light was already strong outside, in deep contrast to the darkness of the club, they all reached for their sunglasses, all three looked and smelt like a train reck. Berlin on weekend mornings is a mix of fresh faces from a sound night’s sleep and the other ones, who look like they have been run over by a bus, still in their evening costumes and dress. It makes for a great mix.The four got into a cab, direction Dante’s house in the trendy Mitte district of East Berlin. The taxi driver was used to the alcohol fumes, kissing and laughing coming from the back seat, if not very approving, he did not very much care for the loud gay crowd he views as immoral and degenerate. The atmosphere improved once Juan started chatting with the driver over this and that.

They reached Dante’s house 10 minutes later, a beautiful old house in a quiet street. Dante lived on the first floor of the building at the other end of the internal courtyard, a standard feature of most Berlin houses. They crossed the courtyard and entered the building but instead of going up the stairs to his spacious apartment, he directed them through a steel door to an old wooden staircase which led to the cellars. Juan and Javi looked at each other wandering… this was a little strange. James also became a little hesitant going down the old staircase. Once they reached the second level underground, Dante, unlocked a heavy door and lead them into his playroom; the guys gasped! The cellar as it was known, was made up too two large interconnecting rooms made up of old stone walls and floors, the two rooms separated by a large arch. In the first room there was a sling, mattresses, a small dance floor and a couple of chairs, while the second room was made up by a huge sofa covered in leather, with black leather pillows, a trunk full of toys and a table with a large mirror on it. This was certainly no ordinary room and they both started feeling horny in anticipation of what was still in store for them. There was also a small kitchen area and a modern bathroom. Dante invited them to get rid of their clothes and join him on the large sofa. The rest of the weekend, was a cloud of sex alcohol and drugs, interrupted by breaks of laughter chatting and occasionally a bite to eat.

Meanwhile, Martina reached home as well, alone. She was feeling tired and sleepy, having worked hard the days before and having spent the whole night at the Shift drinking and smoking. She had a fascination with the Berlin gay crowd and often wrote pieces about it all. Her boyfriend worked nights which is why she had decided to go out alone that night, and she now found him in bed sound asleep; she slipped into bed next to him, put her arm around him and fell into a deep sleep. Soon she was transported into an old apartment with high ceilings and large white wooden doors, Berlin style, the walls were dark red, red lights, red carpets, she thought this looks very much like a house where love is sold and bought. As she was staring around, she heard the door bell ringing, She hesitated a little wandering if she should open, but her curiosity got the better of her; she was still dressed in the clothes she war at the Shift the night before.

She opened the door a little hesitantly and immediacy gasped for air, she tried to scream but no sound came out… On the staircase outside was Dante still dressed as in the evening before and before him on the stairs were the three guys from last night wearing slave collars tied to heavy chains that Dante was controlling, all three wearing short black leather shorts, heavy leather and chain harnesses, weird animal masks and leather black boots. All four were moving slowly and creepily towards her and the open doorway as if in a cloud…. she woke up in a deep sweat. She looked at her man who was still fast asleep, got up for a glass of water, tried to calm herself down and went back to sleep. This time she found herself in a cellar, it looked liked a medieval dungeon made of stone, almost bare except for elements used in BDSM sex, a sling, an Andrew Cross, chains and whips restrains, and so on… she felt a cold sweat overtake her again. She walked over a large arch, and as she entered a second room she froze: there in a cage chained was Juan in his black thong and wearing a devil’s mask, with Dante always fully dressed carrying a cross and performing what seem to be an exorcist ritual; Dante was chanting something while Juan was moving like in a trance. She heard herself screaming as she woke up, this time waking up her boyfriend as well who looked at her alarmed. She slid over his side of the bed and grabbed him real tight hugging him and kissing him, feeling secure in his strong arms.

Sascha in the meantime having already blown Dante’s money at the Lion, knew sleeping was still out of the question in his state, horny and high. Having explored the darkroom at the Lion, he now invited a couple of friends back to his place to continue the party there. It was now Saturday early evening and he had been already going for two nights and days.