The social club for Montréal bators

“Io Saturnalia!” — Let chaos reign once more.

For one night only, the order flips: masters become servants, servants become kings, and modesty takes the night off.

Expect wine, skin, and swagger. Those drawn to more decadent play — ropes, whips, and other non-penetrative, non-oral delights — may indulge freely, always within the bounds of our JACKS creed:
no lips below the hips, no poles in any holes, no ass play of any kind.

Dress Code
• Masters — Toga (the more dramatic, the better. Make your own)
• Servants — Women’s lingerie (creativity earns favour from the Penis Gods)
• Soldiers — Gladiator-style kink/leather (is that your sword — or are you just happy to see me?)
• The Truly Brave — Naked as the day Jupiter made you

Bring
• Your own red wine (the Romans would approve)
• A mischievous spirit
• A brotherly hunger to play — with respect, consent, with full JACKS clarity

“ Incipiat ludus phallicus “