This is Pound Puppy, the monthly party that's quickly become one of the most successful in San Francisco, combining fetish imagery from the thriving human puppy BDSM roleplaying scene with underground dance music. Over in the corner a big cage rattles, as the human pups inside bark and throw themselves against the bars. A bootblack and a barber, both dressed only in latex aprons, ply their grooming trades with fanatical skill.
On the back patio, a hunky daddy dressed to the leather nines sits in a large chair, reading a newspaper, puffing a fat stogie, and resting his feet on a coiled human pup, who excitedly chews on a squeaky SpongeBob. Huge cutouts of snarling pooches and giant bones loom over the dance floor. It's more like a rave at the SPCA.īare-assed except for tail-shaped butt plugs and Nasty Pig jock straps, sporting custom leather puppy masks and MMA mitts, several go-go boys hop and fidget to Berlin techno above the packed crowd. And as you pass through the heavy black doors of San Francisco's go-to gay biker hangout, The Eagle, the scene that greets you isn't the expected handful of dudes quietly gathered at the bar to catch the Warriors game.
