I shivered from the chilly night air in Cavan’s Saleen and hoped no one would see me. I repeatedly pled to go back so I could put on clothes. As we pulled up to Pitch/Catch, the necklace around my neck turned into a leash.
“He can’t come in here like that!” yelled the bouncer as Cavan pulled me past him. Everyone turned to stare at my nude body and the man who held me captive. The Pitch bar was more crowded with tops than I’d ever seen it before.
“Cavan! I’m going to get arrested!” I protested.
“Gentlemen,” Cavan shouted. “I am now this young man’s owner,” he said, grabbing my ass, “but I will give him to you one last time.”
He lifted me up and sat me down on the Pitch bar, right in front of all the tops. Cavan must have known the legend at Pitch/Catch is any bottom that gets up on the
