According to Google, The Meat Rack is now permanently closed. But if you wish to read my review, continue reading below.

I did not expect this. I was starting to feel jaded like I do sometimes. Boredom quickly gets ahold of me, and sometimes, everything feels the same. So when I went to The Meat Rack, life decided to throw a curveball in such a good way.

The Meat Rack is such an incredible venue. The men are drop-dead gorgeous. But these Spanish men are something else. They will sweep you off your feet.

And that’s when I realized the phrase “Sweep you off your feet,” the phrase we use when you fall in love with someone, actually means he fucked me and fucked me, and it was intense and beautiful and passionate, and suddenly, I was under the Spanish spell.

Let’s get to this review before I get too ahead of myself.

The Meat Rack, Entrance

The door to the Meat Rack entrance is recessed into the building by three or so feet. You’ll miss it if you’re not actively looking for it. But at least the signage is good.

You’ll notice it says The Meat Rack in big, lit letters.

The door doesn’t open from the outside. Look for the doorbell. Ring it. Then they’ll buzz you in.

A Few Essential Tips to Note Before You Go

The Meat Rack is considered a private men’s club, and therefore, a photo ID of any kind is required for entrance.

Essentially, you need to become a member to get into the club. I took my driver’s license because I didn’t want them to have my passport info.

And if I’m being honest, I did not have a good first impression of this place. I came last week, and I was denied entry because they are CASH ONLY, and Madrid is a city of cashless payments. Naturally, I figured they would be the same.

So I came in ready to get rejected again. But at least this time, I had cash.

I pay the man 15 euros to get in. He hands me a card with the number 138 on it, and he explains to me, “Head down the stairs and to your left. Past the door, you’ll find hangars on one side and a bar on the other side. Fetish wear, jockstrap, or naked required…

Once your clothing is on a hanger, hand it over to the bartender, along with this card. He will write 138 on your stuff and keep it safe for you.

You are allowed two drinks free with entry.

Enjoy.”

As a side note, you also need this card to leave the venue. Don’t throw it out. Present it to the guy at the front door, and he will grant your exit or tally your drink amount and pay before you leave.

The front desk guy is very nice.

I walk on down and do as he tells me.

Now, in my jockstrap and knee-high soccer socks, I am ready to explore.

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The Meat Rack Venue

The Meat Rack is impressive and pretty big compared to other venues in Madrid. 

You descend into a basement level, and that’s where all the fun happens.

The clothing check is dark, lit with a faint red light. The floor looks like it’s concrete. The walls are painted black.

Their restrooms

The clothes check is situated in a long, dark hallway. You can see into the dancefloor when you give the bartender your clothes.

While I peaked, I could see a few patrons. The place looks big, and it makes me feel like perhaps the place is empty.

At the end of the hallway, there are a couple of toilet stalls and sinks.

Men use these sinks to clean their cock after a good romp. Then they return, clean and ready for their next hole to fuck.

If you’re a bottom, you can use the toilet stalls to expel some man seed from your body and tidy up down there.

From here, your only option is to go left, down another dark hallway. This hallway is lit with three red spotlights. Otherwise, it’s pretty dark.

The Meat Rack’s industrial maze

This long, slender hallway has four doors—three to your left and one at the end.

Instead of doors, they’ve used plastic sheets to act as doors, like the ones you’ll find inside large industrial freezers of meat factories.

The first door you encounter is the piss room. You can go in here and take a leak or perhaps have your golden showers.

The next door is an industrial maze. It’s dimly lit with reddish light. This room has two entryways.

It’s separated by concrete walls, chain link fences, wooden slabs, and cinder blocks that hold up parts of walls.

It’s an industrial site to get you in the mood for that trucker or construction worker fantasy you’ve been jacking off to.

There are several slings in this room. Although they’re too high, I tried using one at one point, and they’re about a foot too high for someone to actually plow you.

You have several hidden, dark corners for privacy and platforms with thick, pleather encasements.

The PVC pipes that hold up some of the structures really make it seem like you are in an abandoned construction zone.

Not to mention, it’s gritty, grimy, and dirty (on purpose), which helps the ambiance.

One nook has a bunk bed, and when I looked, bottoms lined up on all fours, ready for any stranger to take their hole as hard as they want.

The slings were the same, constantly occupied. Bottoms were always ready and waiting for anyone to play with their hole.

Their dark maze

As you exit the industrial maze, you’ll see a private room at the end of the hall (which is now to your right).

If you go straight ahead, you’ll walk into the main part of The Meat Rack.

Here you have three options: Go left into the bar and dancefloor, go straight for tables, platforms for fucking, or right into the dark maze.

Let’s go into the dark maze first. Either way, each section of the place is connected. But I want to draw you a picture first.

Upon entering the main part of the club, you’re hit with louder music. You can see the flashing strobe lights and lasers coming from the dancefloor throughout the place. 

Even though the maze is pretty dark, you can sometimes get light from the dancefloor here.

Extend your hands as you walk through, or you’ll hit a wall.

At the front end, you’ll encounter private rooms.

Then you’ll enter a bigger room with many platforms for fucking, bunks, areas to place your drink, and larger open spaces than the rest of the club.

The end of the maze has more slings and soft surfaces to get it on with Mister Right Now.

From the dark maze, you can veer left and eventually hit the dancefloor.

Their dancefloor

The dancefloor also has cages, leather couches, and a sectioned-off porn room with videos playing.

The place is very well thought out.

The dancefloor itself is very small. But using chain-linked fences and cinderblocks makes for an impressive yet gritty feel that gives way to naughty thoughts.

The bar at the Meat Rack

Eventually, I made my way to the bar. With your entrance fee, you get two drinks. So I went to grab a Coke.

Once I’m on a mission to get something, it’s like tunnel vision, so I did not pay any attention to the sexy naked men around me at this point. 

I zeroed in on another “C” word and chilled for a bit.

Once I got my drink, I sat back and observed. I thought that maybe this place was not as great as I hoped, but I’m still enjoying it.

Perhaps I should just get a drink and go home. Although I was having fun, I was having a “been there, done that” feeling, and I never enjoy that feeling.

So I sat, sipped my drink, listened to the music thump in my ears, and watched the swirly lights dance in the darkness.

And that’s when everything changed.

Can We Call Him Dr. Smash?

As I looked at the men sitting next to me, I noticed this gorgeous Spaniard standing, playing with a guy in a harness. 

The handsome man with a harness was bent down, licking his nipples while he got fingered by Dr. Smash.

He was incredibly handsome. That chiseled face, with a beautifully cut beard, made his jaw perfectly square.

His semi-ripped body was perfect for running your hands down his abs.

His thick thighs held the secret of the Spanish cock. That cock between his legs was long and thick. What an enormous tool! Its upward curve made me think it was hard to take down your throat.

And so his male companion worked his way from his nipples down to his cock.

He attempted to get it down, but the curve prevented him. 

This handsome man was letting people watch, and even though there were people between us, I wanted to watch. He was too hot not to.

So I looked.

And that’s when I noticed he was looking back at me. He looked through the crowd.

We made eye contact and held it the entire time I was at the bar.

His look was intense. It was a look of “I’m going to fuck you to death.” And it sent a shiver down my spine.

However, I still wasn’t entirely sure he was really looking at me. Perhaps he was looking behind me. Or he was staring off into space in my direction.

So I tried one thing: I moved to get a better view but kept my distance.

And as I moved, step by step, counterclockwise to get a better view, he began shoving his lover’s head down hard to get more of his cock down his throat while never taking his eyes off of mine. It made me feel like it was a signal. He was showing me what he wanted to do to me.

His intensity made me want him. I wanted to interrupt or at least touch. But I am not a cock blocker. You found that amazing cock, you play with it. I’ll have some when you’re done.

I bit my lip in anticipation. He noticed and shoved his lover’s head further down his crotch while staring into my eyes.

So I sipped my drink and waited, but the guy he was with wanted to work his dick hard and long. 

I don’t blame him. He was one of the most handsome men in here.

I wanted to caress that shaggy hair he has on his chest but didn’t dare interrupt.

So I finished my drink and eventually disappeared back into the dark maze.

The Men You’ll Find at The Meat Rack

As I watched the place get busy, I couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous men who came here. 

Each one is ripped or slightly muscular. Each guy was hung and thick and juicy, just like I liked it (there were exceptions, of course).

Many of them had a beard and beautiful fur on their chest.

There were a couple of guys so tall I could swear they were seven feet tall.

And one of them had a cock to match. 

There were a couple of bears in here, but not many.

The place also ranged from ages 30 to about 50. There were perhaps a couple of older guys, older than maybe 60.

But most men wanted their cock used. And the majority of the guys here were in amazing shape, but not overly so.

The Hot Action You’ll Get 

As always, I want to tell you about the action, because I want you to know if it’s worth it for you to come here.

The space, even though it was their busy night, was pretty empty, all things considered.

There were maybe 50 people in total.

The two guys I saw that were being left out were short, probably in their 70s. I did not see anyone play with them.

So, I don’t know if this place just prefers younger folk, but I hope they got some after I left.

Otherwise, there was a 50/50 crowd of bottoms and tops.

Several men here just want to feel a hole around their cock, and it’s up to you to try.

One thing to keep in mind is that rejection is okay. Remember that you don’t know their situation.

The men here are so masculine it’s hard to tell who is a top or bottom.

So rejection is part of the game, and it’s not personal.

You can work your way throughout the room and get surrounded by men while kneeling. If your fantasy is to suck a group, you can do that here. But you might be competing with other bottoms.

I do not recommend getting on a sling and waiting for someone to plow you.

I saw super hot guys doing that, and they were all ignored. Perhaps the men here want a little foreplay beforehand. Or maybe they want to know what they’re getting themselves into first.

You can get fucked if you want to, but you have to know how to approach the situation.

Not all men will turn you over aggressively and fuck you. Sometimes, you have to be the decision-maker.

Let’s break it down:

The Meat Rack in Madrid is a great venue to live out your construction worker fantasy.

This dark and gritty place has a fantastic ambiance. The men that come here are perfect and, for some reason, very well endowed. But who’s complaining? Not me.

Although this place wasn’t as full as I expected, what made this place worth it was finding the right men to play.

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Address: C. del Montserrat, 30, 28015 Madrid