Minotaur get a blowjob,at nigĥt club

it was just past midnight in a private mansion off of Mulholland when I watched my first Minotaur get a blowjob.

And yet somehow, within the walls of the Sanctum Club, L.A.’s secretive high-end sex party, Minotaur fellatio would turn out to be both the most esoteric and the most pedestrian of the voyeuristic sights I’d feast my virgin eyes on.
Shielded from the press for the past few years, the Sanctum Club occupies a curious space in L.A.’s X-rated nightlife scene. Tickets are expensive and black tie is mandatory if you make it through a rigorous application process and onto the guest list. Locations are kept secret until just before a party, which is when gorgeous creatures, swinging couples, fetishists, and the deep-pocketed descend on a private home in the hills in masquerade masks—all the better to fuck in front of strangers with anonymous abandon.

And yet, with a new rebranding to the modified “Snctm” on Instagram and Facebook—the original portal to entry when the Sanctum Club was founded in 2013—Sanctum is struggling to evolve into more than just a gimmicky erotic party. It’s even got a Yelp page, as antithetical as that sounds for a taboo-breaking secret society.  
With its hint of Eyes Wide Shut intrigue and pseudo-pagan sex cult motif, I was half-hoping for a virgin sacrifice to invoke the second coming of Sodom and Gomorrah upon my first visit to the Sanctum Club.
What I discovered stepping into its mid-sized hillside mansion digs last weekend wasn’t quite the Salo-esque bacchanalia I’d anticipated: eardrum-blasting EDM and $17-44 cocktails are, perhaps, not the most conducive to embarking on a probing personal voyage into one’s most forbidden sensual impulses. Not that the trappings of the L.A. club scene stopped anyone from getting down.
Half erotic theater, half posh sex party, Sanctum serves as a mildly deviant playground for would-be Christian Greys and well-heeled Angelenos looking to cross boundaries beyond the usual velvet ropes.
On Saturday night, as guests trickled into the party, they were greeted by two female performers fingering and licking each other seductively in the main room. Elsewhere, an elite Sanctum member dubbed “The Bunnyman” bound a woman to a chair in intricate Japanese shibari rope bondage.

I thought I spotted Fifty Shades of Grey producer Dana Brunetti sitting poolside in a mask, just after a scantily clad woman captivated the party by “performing” as a human table.

Wielding a bottomless case of sex toys like Mary Poppins’ carpetbag, he teased her between her open thighs as partygoers in tuxes and Louboutins gathered around and intermittently gazed, drinks in hand, murmuring softly to one another until she came and the show was over.
Then there was our Minotaur, a tattooed stud sporting a teeny-tiny loincloth and bullhorns. One minute he was receiving languorous head in a downstairs bedroom designated as the party’s “Petting Zoo;” the next, he and a female performer were pounding away atop a padded ottoman next to couches reserved for bottle service patrons, giggling at one another in some shared secret joke as onlookers gawked.
Those who preferred to do more than just watch could cash in $50 “play tokens” for an interactive experience with the performers who roamed the party. One bubbly blonde moonlighting porn star in leather pig ears and a snout wore nothing on her hairless, tan body save for a pair of pink ankle socks. She flirted with a female patron, probing her about her fantasies as the woman’s boyfriend panted nearby, visions of a threesome dancing in his eyes.
The more adventurous guests took advantage of open bedrooms, stairwells, and padded surfaces to fuck in front of eagerly prying eyes. As the night wore on, these public backroom exhibitions became more frequent and more crowded, throngs of mostly single men flocking en masse to one bedroom or another like it was New Year’s Eve at Jack Horner’s house.
Plenty of others simply surveyed the sensual scenery from a safe distance. I thought I spotted Fifty Shades of Grey producer Dana Brunetti sitting poolside in a mask, just after a scantily clad woman captivated the party by “performing” as a human table. He later revealed via Instagram that he’d indeed paid a naughty visit to Sanctum—fitting research for his next BDSM sequel.