My first was the Mustang Club, on University Ave, in San Diego.

The difference being that I was a 35 year old Navy veteran, and I worked there…

I had a similar experience in another bathhouse in San Diego, that was a bit more, “more”, than the Mustang.

I decided to walk around with my black, leather cock-ring around my *right* wrist.

I knew what I was doing, but not how serious it would get.

Two very large and muscled up men came up behind me, each grasping one of my arms in a steel grip. They took me to the B/D, S/M room. I was very frightened. I squirmed and struggled, and tried to talk my way out of it. It was too late.

Maybe I’ll write about it, someday.

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