Chapter 35

Thank God, it was Bill.

“Well, young Mr. Tanner, what are you doing out at this ungodly hour? I guess you know the fine for the taillight is a mandatory forty-five—what…are you nude?”

“Uh, no, sir.”

Bill laughed. “Step out of the car, young man.”

Shit. I did what he asked, and he whistled when he saw me in all my glory.

“We have a public indecency violation on Birch Road,” Bill said, pretending to talk into his two-way radio. “Perpetrator is male, Caucasian, twenty-three years of age, muscular, approximately five-seven, one hundred forty-five pounds, and wielding a five-inch dick. He is clearly unarmed.”

“Shut up. I’m bigger than five inches.”

Bill grabbed my privates and squeezed. “Maybe so, but it’s a damn good thing you’re a bottom.” He laughed again and grazed a hand up my side, tickling me. “Now you’re a law-abiding citizen, Tanner. Which of your masters is making you do this?”