Let’s be real — I love porn. You probably do too. So when a guy says, “If there’s no porn, I can’t get off,” I get it. Been there, stroked that.

But hosting a group bate club? That’s a whole different beast. Especially in a hotel room with one TV and a dozen different fantasies.

The experiment

At first, playing porn seemed right. I threw on a hot gay scene. One guy was fully in the zone — hard, hypnotized. I glanced over at another guy: soft, quiet, clearly not vibing. I checked in with him. He asked if I could switch to something with a woman.

No problem. I queued up a bi scene. He got going. But the first guy? His spark fizzled. He quietly got dressed and left.

That’s when I realized: porn divides the room.

What happens without it

When you remove the screen, something shifts. Men stop outsourcing their arousal to a narrative that may or may not match them — and start sourcing it from what’s actually in the room. Each other. Themselves.

The energy becomes more present. More mutual. You’re not watching something — you’re in something.

There’s a kind of heat that builds organically in a room full of men who are all turned on together. Glances. Sounds. The rhythm of the room syncing up. It’s a different kind of porn — a live one. One that actually includes you.

For the guys who think they need it

If you’re coming to your first session convinced you can’t get off without a screen — I hear you. That’s a real thing. But most guys who feel that way discover, once they’re actually in the room, that they didn’t need it after all.

The room is the content.

Come try it.