Killing Kittens has launched a gay sex party – I went along to see what happens

Music blaring, a bearded, burly man in a tight white tee, bright pink sweatband and kilt walks on stage with whip in hand.

Grabbing a series of rosebuds (not a euphemism) from behind the DJ deck, he places them in various parts of his body – his hands, behind his back, and between his teeth – then whips each one into a big petally mess.

Ripping off his flimsy tee, the man reveals a chiselled chest and as the lights darken two volunteers are called up to lend a helping hand. Spraying fluorescent paint (again, not a euphemism) onto one of their palms, the first volunteer begins to rub their hands over his hair chest.

Soon, the now-dripping performer ripped his kilt off to reveal a tiny thong barely covering a huge bulge and it’s the second volunteer’s turn to lube up his hands with paint – accidentally splashing some on his face in the process – and grab a handful of the man’s butt.

Drenched head-to-toe, the formerly-kilted man has one final reveal – ripping his thong off, he exposes a huge, flaccid dick.

This may be the first penis I see this evening, but it certainly isn’t the last.

That’s because I am at KK Homme’s launch event – the spin-off brainchild of Emma Sayle, founder of Killing Kittens, which boasts over 200,000 members worldwide. The high end sex party was created in 2005, in a bid to fosters a safe space for women to have all of the control.

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

‘A lot of the bigger gay club nights go heavy on the masc wordplay and imagery, which can be intimidating for many bi-curious men,’ Emma tells Metro. ‘KK Homme offers a space for bi and gay men – as well as transmasc men and non-binary people – to enjoy intimacy and conversation through safe, private exploration.’

As soon as the invitation landed in my inbox – detailing an ‘extravagant evening wear’ dress code complete with masquerade masks – I was intrigued.

As a gay man, I’d explored kink nights before – like Torture Garden and Klub Verboten – but had never been to one specifically catered to men who have sex with men (MSM). Sure, I’ve seen my fair share of saunas and dark rooms in gay clubs, but this seemed like it offered something different, classier.

I asked my friend (with occasional benefits) Alfie* if he wants to join me and he enthusiastically agreed. 

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So opting for a pair of black leather trousers, a mesh top, leather coat, boots, and a silver mask, I meet Alfie at our local east London train station on a chilly evening and we make our way to Heathrow on the Tube — collecting looks the whole way. 

For the last leg of the journey, we jump into an Uber, which drives us to a lavish property in Berkshire. Snaking our way through a long, winding driveway complete with several checkpoints, we finallu arrive at our venue for the night: an imposing mansion lit up in red.

Taking a deep breath, it’s now or never. Donning our masks, we greet Emma in the entranceway and hand over our phones to be locked away in pouches that we keep in our pockets. 

The first room we enter is the big reception area with the stage and I immediately notice a huge contraption in the middle of the room filled with kink toys, like long wispy feathers and whips. No doubt available for all to use.

Then the performances start, including the aforementioned whip guy, as well as a sultry strip tease from the master or ceremonies (or ‘mistress of the house’, he clarifies to Metro).

After everyone is sufficiently salivating, Alfie and I disperse into the nearby library for a drink. This is where we’re greeted by a server offering a spoonful of caviar with a vodka shot – they don’t do this at Sweatbox…

We meet several people, including a lawyer, journalist and circus performer. The latter simply walks in the room wearing a jockstrap (and footwear, of course) and introduces himself – I can’t quite recall how we get onto the topic of nihilism while he’s standing there with his bare ass out. 

After a few drinks for liquid courage, Alfie and I decide to peer into the nearby play rooms. There’s one for all genders then another next door just for men, but they aren’t quite as full as I was hoping.

We walk into the all-gender room to see a smattering of mixed-gender couples smacking and spanking in the corner, then one lone couple in the middle enthusiastically going at it.

For a few moments, we join a growing group of onlookers, including a guy who casually strips down into a wrestling singlet with the crotch cut out while we’re in the middle of chatting. Hot.

Feeling oddly shy, I ask Alfie if he wants to check out the male-only room to see what it’s like. When we enter, 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 earlier sees, so comes up to me and kisses me. Next thing we know, we’re stripping down into our underwear and moving onto the pile of mattresses in the middle of the room.

One thing leads to another and there’s a flurry of activity, before I notice a few others getting the confidence to strip down too and start putting on a separate show.

Somewhat preoccupied, I look around at one point and notice a few people 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 weirdly love seeing people still fully clothed and mask-clad looking on.

A little while later, I decide to get another drink so I go to put my trousers back on. But before I leave the room, I run into the guy I met earlier in the wrestling singlet and he jokes: ‘Finally! I was hoping I’d bump into you again.’

Needless to say, there’s great chemistry and I’m feeling a lot less shy so we start fooling around together. Spoiler alert, the singlet stays on throughout.

At the same time, I can see the room filling up more and can certainly hear more enthusiastic grunts than ever. I also spy someone in the corner of the room bent over a pommel horse-like contraption and being teased with toys. 

After I finish up with Mr Singlet, I’m curious about what Alfie is getting up to so I decide to go to the all-gender room to see if he’s there. Sure enough, we bump into each other.

Something about this frenzied environment consumes me so Alfie and I start hooking up. Then, suddenly, a voice echoes throughout the room to alert us that the event is ending and we all need to move along. I know from the invitation that it’s scheduled to close (somewhat early, I thought) at 2am, but this feels so sudden.

Reluctant to go, we slink off to get dressed before collecting our coats and getting our phones unlocked. Putting my mask back on felt redundant after losing all sense of mystery just hours before.

Emerging from the mansion into the chilly autumn air, Alfie and I jump into an Uber to make the hour-long trek back to east London. We both giddily agree that it was a fun and certainly eventful night that offers something more upmarket than your regular gritty gay parties.

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

Founder Emma Sayle agrees: ‘It’s an exclusive celebration of all things bold, beautiful, and beyond fabulous for the gay or bisexual man.

‘At the end of the day, we want to do for gay and bisexual men what we’ve done for women,’ she says. ‘Create a safe space where they can go to learn about themselves, away from shame, stigma, and judgement.’

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

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