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 when you’re doing it in a hotel room with one TV and a dozen different fantasies.
At first, playing porn seemed like the move. I threw on a hot gay scene—classic, high heat. One guy? Fully in the zone, hard and hypnotized. Then I glanced over and saw another guy—soft, quiet, clearly not vibing. I checked in. He asked if I could switch to something with a woman. No problem. I queued up a bi scene—and sure enough, he got going. But the first guy? Just like that, the spark fizzled. He quietly got dressed and left.
Later, he sent in some thoughtful feedback. And it stuck with me: one screen, too many expectations. What turns one guy on might turn someone else completely off. And trying to please everyone was doing the exact opposite—pulling us apart instead of bringing us together.
Some guys have asked, “Well, what if it’s just porn of dudes masturbating?” And look, that’s hot—but it still becomes something guys stare at instead of connecting. It’s not about what’s on the screen—it’s about where your attention is.
And let’s face it—we’re looking at screens all damn day. Work. Social media. Streaming. Swiping. What don’t we get enough of? Real eye contact. Real energy. Real-time connection.
So I cut the porn.
And you know what happened? Something way hotter.
The guys started looking around. Started helping each other out. Started talking, moaning, grunting, edging together. The awkwardness faded fast—and what took its place was something raw, real, and deeply satisfying. Not just jacking off near each other… but with each other.
That’s the mission behind BATE: Raleigh. To build brotherhood. To unplug. To focus on the man in front of you—not the pixels on a screen.
And yeah—if we ever score a bigger space with multiple rooms, maybe we’ll throw in a dedicated porn lounge with 24/7 jack-off jams.
But until then?
We’ve got one hotel room, one TV (that stays off), and a bunch of horny dudes who came to see and be seen.
No screens. Just strokes. All eyes on each other. Trust us—your right hand won’t miss the Wi-Fi.