Chapter 20

The Oyster was a rowdy gay bar frequented by queer daddies and bikers. White collar queers didn’t visit the place, but twinks did, just so they could experience some hardcore and rough sex with an older, butch man. Beneath the bar sat a dungeon of sorts. Whips and chains against the wall. Three cages. A wall where young men could be handcuffed and spun on a wheel that offered sexual pleasure. A place where you wouldn’t tell your mother that you had strayed upon. Not a chance in hell of that happening.