By Steellock

Matt lay in his bunk thinking hard that Sunday night. Wayne had been avoiding him; perhaps he had realized that the chance to ‘out’ someone went two ways? Wayne was married, had a wife and young kid living off the base!

That was his way to control Wayne now. He thought also about what Jess had said as they hugged before he left the shop – ‘If you need help with Wayne let us know’.

Pulling himself out of his bunk he headed off to a quiet corner and pulled out his mobile. Jess came on the line and was obviously pleased to hear Matt’s voice. Matt explained what he needed and asked if that was going to be OK? Jess chuckled and said that he would check with Jim but thought it was a great idea. Had to raise more cash for the charity!

Later that week Wayne got a letter. He walked out into the yard to read it and swore. He was pissed that he had spoken in the store that time and Matt had recognized him. First the guy gets confirmed as PFC before Wayne and then marked for the Corporal stripes that Wayne had been so sure were his and also he was getting so popular with the guys in the shop. When Wayne had followed him there that night a few weeks ago he was stunned and both surprised and secretly impressed by the punishment he was taking in such a routine way. The guy was actually fucking strong in mind and body.

The letter said, ‘Get down to the shop on Saturday for 12 noon, no excuses and do NOT be late’. A print of an image was attached – it was a still from the CCTV in the store and showed clearly Wayne’s face as he swung the cane onto a bound guy.

‘We don’t want your young, pretty wife to see this and the other shots do we?’

Wayne felt the blood drain from his face as he looked at the image. He was shafted and he would have to go…

 

Saturday

 

Jim was at the door. As Wayne stepped through he felt a strong arm on the back or his head and he was steered through a door at the back of the shop. All around him then were muscle pup from the counter in his locked rubber shorts and harness, this big leather guy who pulled him through the door and Matt. Matt was already in the thick leather locked bondage shorts that Wayne had seen him in before and had leather restraints locked onto his wrists.

The older guy handed him a flyer and he gave it a quick glance, then did a double take and read it again more slowly. Matt was nodding his head then said ‘Looks like they have two Marine fund-raisers today.

 

OUR FAMOUS ANNUAL CHARITY FUND-RAISER TODAY

THIS YEAR FEATURING THE HOODED MARINES

2PM TO LATE!!

FLOG A MARINE: LEATHER FLOGGER $10 FOR 2 MINUTES; $20 FOR 5 MINUTES

THE MARINE PUNCH BAG – PER PUNCH: $5 PER FIST; $10 WITH GLOVES; $50 WITH YOUR BOOTS; $100 BELOW THE BELT

Do not hit his nose guys or we may have to waste time cleaning up!

(Or make a special offer…)

SPECIAL OFFER:

HOW MUCH CAN WE HANG FROM THE MARINES BIG BALLS?

$10 PER POUND

LATER…

WHACK A BUTT

THICK LEATHER PADDLE: $10 FOR 2 MINUTES; $20 FOR 5 MINUTES

STUDDED RUBBER PADDLE: $15 FOR 2 MINUTES; $30 FOR 5 MINUTES

CANE: $50 FOR 2 MINUTES

PUT THE TITCLAMPS ON – $5

TAKE THEM OFF $10!

BOTH – $12

SPECIAL OFFER, ONCE ONLY – PIERCE THEM: $25 PER NEEDLE

 

You will join me as the ‘pledge’ and we don’t send the pictures to your wife. Simple!’

Wayne was rocked back on his heels. What the fuck was he going to do? He had been having arguments with his girl recently and she already doubted his devotion to her. Rightly, Wayne had to admit to himself. But it meant that there was no way he could allow her to see these pictures.

He licked his lips and muttered ‘OK, you fucking bastards.’ The older guy’s head snapped round when he heard this and said ‘For that you get the Punchbag asshole and I’m adding a special extra too. You’re in this shit because you could not keep your mouth shut or your hands to yourself. So learn. Now strip!’

Matt was watching this and noting Jim’s automatic air of authority. Wayne was already pulling off his T-shirt and then his jeans. What command the guy had, he wondered where he had learnt it, in the military surely. He also realized that he had never asked him about his background or challenged Jim himself either!

Jim picked up a thick black leather hood, it was padded all over the face and had multiple leather straps. He handed it to Matt – ‘Put this on the guy; don’t want his pretty wife complaining, at least not too much…’

Wayne shook his head quickly and said ‘No way, I’m not a leather faggot!’ Jim looked at him and said coldly ‘You wear that or nothing and all the guys get to see who they are punching. Probably make them punch harder though so perhaps that’s not such a bad idea!’ Wayne shook his head but turned to a grinning Matt. ‘I’m not a leather faggot either but hoods can feel good, they help you step out of the real world but perhaps you know that already?’

He turned Wayne and pulled the thick hood over his head. The back was closed by a strong lacing and Matt reefed this up tight. Over the top a heavy duty zip closed the back of the hood. The zip end was pushed onto a steel post at the bottom and a wide leather strap that wrapped around Wayne’s neck was slipped on too. Jess handed him a padlock just as Matt looked around.

Then the other straps, one round the head over the eyes, one round from the moth and one at an angle from under the jaw were pulled tight too. The padding was compressed and made an even, thick black puffed out surface. Just one thing poked out – a leather covered nose with two holes underneath the nostrils. Wayne was now encased in tight padded leather, no light was getting in and his hearing was very muffled.

Matt looked down and sure enough Wayne’s cock was showing that this was far from not being unwelcome…

Then Wayne felt someone wrapping a thick, padded leather strap round his wrist and hand, it seemed to almost enclose his hand. He could also feel it getting tighter as straps were cinched up. The other hand followed.

Wayne felt himself being steered back through into the shop. He was getting his breathing right. The hood did not restrict the airflow but the strap under his jaw was holding his mouth firmly shut so his nose was working hard. The smell of the leather was getting intoxicating and he felt his hard-on getting even harder. Damn he had not done enough of this recently. Why had he married the girl? He could faintly hear guys chatting and some catcalls. He distinctly heard one guy say ‘Hey, must be two of them today; that’s not the usual ‘Guy in the Hood’. Not as fit.’ That hurt!

Then he realized that the restraints had been clipped to something at shoulder level and his hands were now moving upwards about 18 inches apart, the restraints getting tight but the load was even and easy to take. Then he was aware of more leather restraints being buckled around his ankles and a pair of solid boots kicked the inside of his leg and he moved them apart. Then they were then held apart and must be joined by a rigid bar. He kept moving up and his feet left the ground.

He gave a howl into his hood as he next felt a hand on his balls, rolling them round and pulling. This was followed by tightness round the sack and the feeling of restriction; he dived into his memories and realized that a leather parachute had been strapped on. Shit; how much had that fucking flyer said? $10 per pound! It was years since he had that kind of weight hanging down below from the ‘Boys’.

He hung there and waited.

Meanwhile Jess was preparing Matt but they were chatting too. Matt went over to his denim jacket on the peg and pulled out his billfold. He pulled out $150 and handed it to Jess ‘I want to have the last kick and punch before he comes down.’

Jess grinned and nodded. He had already given his cash to Jim….

He pulled on Matt’s regular thick Sci-fi hood and buckled it up, adding the lock to the collar. Matt relaxed, this felt like home, he was safe and had no more decisions to make. He felt leather restraints buckled round his wrists and ankle restraints were buckled round his 20 hole white laced boots. Then Jess added a wide leather belt buckled at the front with three straps. It covered the small of his back and Matt realized that he was first up for the flogging station. He felt his cock twitch and start to go hard in expectation.

Jess led him out. He heard the applause and shouts from a crowd and tightened up his muscles and posed to give the guys a show. The whistles got louder and Matt grinned to himself. He now loved being this performing robot! That an unknown number of guys had come to see and pay to play with him was an amazing high. He felt Jess grab his wrist and pull his hand up and out. The unmistakable sound of a lock clicking and his cock got even harder. The other arm locked stretched out too. His boots were kicked apart and they too were locked. Jess next applied another restraint around his arm just above the elbow and a rope went down and out from that. Matt realized that he was being roped into a web. He was standing but stretched out and tight. He felt the unmistakable feel of rope pulling through a D ring at his waist and realized that he was being roped there too, this was followed by ropes from D rings on the sides of his hood. His boot restraints were locked to rings in the floor about two feet apart, wide enough to put strain on his groin but not far enough to drive the cramps – yet!

Jess was taking no chances with him wriggling and moving as the session went on!

He stood back and admired his work. Two fit, muscly young studs. One suspended by the wrists with a fully padded hood. Naked and with his balls hanging wrapped in a leather parachute. Ankles strapped to a rigid bar a foot off the ground.

The other roped out into a web and totally restrained, wearing a heavy leather studded Scifi leather hood, locked leather shorts over the thick muscled legs and heavy black, high laced boots. Both hooded and gagged, both well and truly restrained and in Jess’s care. He rubbed his shorts trying to get some pleasure through the thick rubber. Jim came over and pinched his nipple. ‘Going to be a fun afternoon!’ he joked. ‘How do you want to spend the night? In your cage or strung up like that?’ he walked away and Jess thought ‘Shit, do I dare try the ropes overnight? Fuck yes!’

Wayne was waiting and not enjoying the experience. When would they fucking start! He had been hanging here for what felt like hours!

Despite this the first punch caught him by surprise. A fist to the gut that sent the air whistling from his covered mouth but his wild flailing and attempt to double up were more to the surprise than the impact. Bit weak really.

Then he started to twist and roll as punch followed punch. Some to his head left him seeing stars and he could feel the bruising starting. Some guys were going for the gut and one guy seemed to be trying to break his ribs.

As he breathed out from one blow to the gut the next caught him, again in the stomach. Any air he had left in him was forced out through his clenched teeth, his upper body felt as if it was being slowly stripped of the protecting flesh, the red hot feeling spreading like a blanket of fire. He tried to gulp in a mouthful of air but his jaw wouldn’t budge, and his head inadvertently jerked backwards as he fought for enough air through his nose. Mistake! The punch caught him under the chin and he rocked sideways feeling totally disoriented and sick. His head swam inside the blackness of the hood and he felt his limbs go limp as his arms took most of his weight. How much more was he going to have to take?

Meanwhile Matt was making sure the crowd was entertained, he was ‘struggling’ against the bondage flexing his muscles and growling.

Then he froze as he felt the light touch of a flogger resting on his shoulder. It disappeared. So a guy had paid for the first set. How much and how long thought Matt? Hope he starts slowly to get me in the mood!

But the guy only had a short time and wanted every cent’s worth!

He delivered the first strike was square onto the thick pad of muscle on Matt’s right shoulder. Then he balanced this with a backhand onto the left side. Matt felt the solid THUD of a heavy leather flogger in a heavy hand and his back started to twitch and spasm as the blows came. He could rock slightly forwards and backwards but apart from that not move at all. This guy was in heaven; he had been coming to the store regularly now for weeks just to see what would be happening next with the ‘Hooded guy’. Now he was in charge! He’d paid his $20 for 5 minutes – he might come back for more but was saving some for the later events as he was in love with Matts nipples, so often seen being abused by Jim and was definitely going to have his time there too. He moved round the web of ropes in their frame and started on Matt’s strong chest, landing blows directly onto those nipples, he wanted to get them really sore and ready for their clamps!

With 1 minute to go he could see Jess looking at the clock and decided to finish off by abusing those lovely abdominal muscles! Swinging from left to right he touched them with the ends of the flogger making the impact sting.

Matt now had a healthy pink glow on his shoulders, belly and chest. He was breathing hard but evenly. These heavy floggers often sound worse than they are as the impact area is wider. His body was reacting well, firing up the adrenalin and his cock was getting to be a problem in his locked shorts and was dripping….

The next guy had chosen a crop, long and whippy with a small square leather on the end. He was an expert at working his way down each side of the chest from the back then going round to the front and tapping again and again on nipples and the ribbed 6 pack strapped out in front of him.

He finished off by whispering in Matt’s ear – ‘Six on each corner’. Matt twitched and was confused – he didn’t have any corners!

He felt a sharp, stinging impact on the back of his right shoulder – OK that’s what the guy had meant. The next five got slowly stronger with the last definitely going to leave a red mark.

He steadied himself waiting for the other shoulder then twitched as far as the ropes would allow when he felt it on his left pectoral muscle instead! Fuck the guy!

Again they got stronger as if the guy wielding the crop was losing his inhibitions and the last was on the side of his chest and left him breathless and feeling bruised. Where now? The other side or behind. He stood with every sense straining. The full power stroke on his right chest again had him panting and twisting. Five more followed. Fuck this guy had paid full dollar!

So no doubt this time where the last six would fall. And fall they did as the guy realized that this was his finale and his last chance to make ‘The Hood’ hurt.

Handing his crop back to Jess he stepped over and ran his hands all over Matts upper body, feeling the muscles and massaging the dark red marks that were showing. ‘Thanks buddy’ he said in Matt’s ear and then laughed as he heard Matt mutter ‘Fuck off and pay some more!’

Jess was kept busy taking fistfuls of cash for crops, floggers and one guy who paid extra to use a single tail whip. Matt really felt that one and it left long red lines crossing his back and round the side of his rib cage. It brought tears to his eyes and the searing pain as the thin leather landed was new even to him. Fortunately the guy only got two minutes but thought the $40 worth it!

Jess was also closely watching the young lad who had been first up. He had actually gone to the counter and pulled out his credit card. He was back at Matt now for another five minute stretch, his third. What Jess was noticing was that he was always whispering into Matt’s ear and Matt appeared to be laughing! Jess was quietly smoldering! The guy had also bought the ‘special’ and was given the keys to Matt’s shorts, a leather parachute and access to the weights stand.

Matt felt the opening at his front with the cool air and heard the chuckles as the guys, now ranged all round the scene, could see the wet and sticky cock that was almost drooling almost as much as they were themselves.

The young lad worked Matt’s balls in his hands and pulled them down wrapping the leather parachute round and strapping it on. Matt could feel the slight stretch and tried to pull his knees together. Nothing moved!

Then a sharp pain as his precious balls were yanked down by a weight dropping onto them. He panted and tried deep breathing; this was a new one and seemed to be growing in intensity as the time went on. A real deep ache. How much was it? Yes $10 a pound. Well this felt like every cent of the first $10. Then he really freaked and started to worry about his manhood as the weight doubled and the ache went deep into his crotch. Worse the lad began to pat the hanging weight sending it swinging. Matt could not, of course see what had the rest of the guys transfixed; his cock was leaking juice like a stream!

Wayne meanwhile was getting thoroughly beaten up. A string of guys were paying for individual punches, some choosing the padded head and some body shots. The ball weight had gone on early and the next guy had doubled it to 2lb so the next few punches set the weights swinging and Wayne mewing into his hood. He was almost getting used to it and rolling with the punches when his body exploded with pain – a boot had connected with his balls. A big and heavy boot that was moving very quickly. It had even kicked the weights off the hook. He retched inside his hood and struggled for breath. Matt stood back and looked at the retching and now crying Wayne with disgust. The guy was not worthy of being a Marine. However he doubted if Wayne would forget the $150 worth. Matt had combined the ‘below the belt’ and the ‘with your boot’ and got in one good hard kick that was right on target!

Jess put the blindfold cover back over Matt’s eyes and buckled it up. It was time to move the guys to the next station on the challenge and he had taken Matt down from the web and freed his vision remembering the payment Matt had made earlier. Matt’s heavy boot was made even heavier by the thick leather restraint still locked around it.

He led Matt over to the post that he had experienced on his first day in the shop.

The heavy boots were strapped to the ends of a wide bar, the zip on the back of his shorts was dropped and the front padlocks released so the zips could be pulled down too uncovering a large, veined cock that was dripping wildly from its engorged end! The steel bar with the ball stretcher / lock went in and through between his legs and Matt jumped as Jess pulled his balls down and locked them. He glanced around to see that Jim was not watching and bent to give the dripping wet sticky cock a good lick and suck hearing a sigh of pleasure coming from under the hood.

He pulled the front back up on the shorts, zipped them up and locked Matt’s lovely member away. This time Matt’s wrists were padlocked to his waist belt and the collar of his hood was locked to the top of the pole. The bondage was fairly light and the marine had plenty of room to wriggle. He was going to use it!

Jess now moved to release Wayne who was still gasping and he fell to the floor as the chains holding him were released. Jess felt nothing for him, no pity and no attraction. Jim came over and took charge. He hauled the hefty marine swiftly over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and walked to the leather covered flogging stool. Wayne was soon strapped down by ankles, thighs, waist, neck, upper arms and wrists and his head locked to the padded rest.

Jim bent and said in his ear ‘One more session but thats going to be fun – you got the butt paddling and he got the titclamps!

He stood back and called out the new prices and got the guys lined up. There was a long queue for Matt and a few guys holding leather or wooden paddles for Wayne.

Jess noticed the tall, well-built guy as soon as he came into the store. He would have stood out anywhere by his uniform, even Jess could recognize a Marine Staff Sergeant in his sharp well pressed shirt stretched over a bulky, fit body. The arms hanging from the wide shoulders were knotted with muscle.

Even here, where fit young guys and leather were everywhere he had a magnetism that drew the eyes of the crowd.

He strode over to where Matt was on display and read the notice. He chuckled and turned to Jess –‘Taken much yet?’ he growled. A deep, rumbling voice. Jess licked his lips ‘Yes Sir! We are over double last year’s takings. He’s got a great following among the guys; many of them come back every week to see what he’s doing next!’

The guy turned back to Matt and looked him over seeing the broad chest, the thick muscles on his shoulders running up into the thick hood, the tight waist and ribbed stomach. Thick muscled legs finished with the heavy high boots. His eyes moved over the display like an expert assessing livestock. He saw the strong red colour all over the young body and the marks from the crop and the paddle. Then he ran his finger down the long red marks left by the single tail whip and smiled.

He felt the leather straps and realized that the boy in front of him could not move any of those well-defined muscles.

He also noticed the titclamps hanging from the red nipples. Currently the chain between them had about a pound of steel hanging from it and the pull was obviously testing as Matt’s head was twitching in its straps and there was a ‘growling’ coming from the hood.

‘They have been on a while’ said Jess. ‘Would you like to take them off Sir? $10 and he’s yours!’

The stranger laughed, pulled out his wallet and handed over the bill.

Matt was really feeling the clamps this time; they had been on for what seemed like forever and the weight was pulling so hard on his nipples. Then the weight lifted and his right nipple exploded with pain as the clamp was taken off very quickly. The pain doubled as a firm hard hand tweaked and pulled at it, twisting and rolling it like a joint. He got his breath back as the pain slowly fell. He hated this part. The other one was going to come off next but when! The clamp was being pulled down by the chain and it was twisting. Then the pull got stronger and he growled and moaned again bracing himself as the pain grew. It seemed to radiate out from the nipple and he felt his cock try to climb even higher against his stomach. There seemed to be a link between the two that grew stronger every week!

‘FUCK’ – the clamp pulled off his nipple nipping the very end as it fell. And ‘FAAAACK’ he tried to bellow as the twisting and pulling was repeated.

He felt hands go to both nipples as they were pulled and pressed at the same time. He felt some pre-cum leak from his cock end- it must be dripping well he thought and brought his breathing back into line.

What’s next!

Who was going to pay for his time next.

Had they not raised enough money!

He ached all over, the bruises were stinging and he felt that his sore and bruised nipples would not be the same again! Even his balls hurt from the number of times he had jerked upwards with the tit torture. Some guy had even just run and finger down his worst bruises the bastard.

The guy chuckled again and strode back over to Jess. ‘Those tits look nice and red’ he said, ‘he been there for a while?’

Jess checked the clock and answered ‘About an hour and a half at that station. It’s been very popular with the guys!’

Another chuckle and the Martine turned and scoured the store looking for something. His gaze stopped on a small unit in the corner and he strode over picking up a couple of packages. Bringing them back to Jess he laid them on the counter and said ‘$100 to use these. Both tits, two each’.

Jess looked down and saw a pack of sterile needles and some cleaning swabs. He looked over at Matt and laughed. He pressed a buzzer to bring Jim – this would be new! No one had tried that one this year.

Jim came out of the back office and his eyes widened as he recognized the tall, uniformed man. ‘Been a while Sarge’ he said. ‘What brings you back down here? Need some new gear?’

“Heard one of my boys was here a lot and wanted to check you were looking after him well.’ The sergeant rumbled. ‘He’s got a great future in the Corps; been standing out from the crowd this year and I wanted to see what had gotten him wakened up.’

Jim looked over at Matt and grinned – ‘You should see his back! Been taking the best the lads can give all afternoon’ he said with pride clear in his voice. ‘

‘I saw his butt last Monday when he did not know I was looking’ replied the grinning Marine. ‘How’s the other one shaping up?’

Jim looked over to the butt-whacking bench at the other display. The guy strapped onto the black leather bench was writhing and wriggling with a subdued whimpering and muttering coming from the thick, padded leather hood.

That body, too, was well developed but now marked on the shoulders and on the butt with crossing wheals and deep red marks showing on the salmon pink flushing skin.

‘He makes too much noise’ said Jim with contempt dripping in his comment. ‘Even the guys here have stopped mostly as they don’t like to hear the whining.’

‘Yeah Wayne was always shallow. He will not be around much longer. I don’t like bullies. Hard and strong yes, narking bullies I do not like’ he repeated.

He moved over and picked up a thick studded paddle. Without any warm up he swung it hard onto Wayne’s butt, right across both cheeks. Wayne’s head flailed from side to side and he screamed. He bent and whispered into the hooded ear.

‘Hi boy! You know my voice don’t you?’

Wayne froze.

‘Get ready; I just gave them my $10. I will not need any longer!’

He stepped back and lifted the paddle. It fell hard. The muscles on his forearm stood out and corded as he drove the paddle hard onto the stretched butt. Wayne wailed, screamed and writhed on the bench. The paddle fell again and again, first on one side then the other. In two minutes Wayne’s butt was a whole shade deeper red and wide black bruises were starting to show. He was sobbing into his hood.

The Sergeant strode back over to Jim and said ‘Tell Matt to get that bruised butt back to barracks and tell him that I want to see him!.’ Jim nodded ‘Yes Sir.’

‘Tell me why Matt’s here’ the voice was a firm command. Jim explained about the yearly flogging challenge and Matt’s desire to take the punishment in front of his troop from the barracks. The Sergeant nodded. ‘Good leadership that, get them to respect and they will follow. I like it. Keep going. Push him hard. Like I did you….’

Jess was by now standing gawking at this! Who was this guy, he had never heard Jim call anyone ‘Sir’. When had Jim been pushed by anyone!

A black leather wallet was pulled out and $110 handed over. Jim nodded, ’He will take it well’ he said.

Matt seemed to be able to feel eyes on him again. The usual background noise had fallen and that usually meant that someone was on the way over. Then he felt something new. A cold wet feeling on his hot sore nipple. It felt good. Soothing. Was this Jess getting ready to let him off this wheel? He was a little confused, must still be late afternoon and the event was schedule for the rest of evening. Were they not making enough money? Was Jim unhappy with him? No surely not he had been taking a stream of abuse for what seemed like hours; the cash must be rolling in. They could hardly have taken any more.

And his tits were fucking hurting!

Then he froze. He felt firm fingers holding his nipple and slightly pulling it out. There was a sharp prick on the side. It blossomed into a fire of pain as he felt the needle push through the tough skin. He had been caught by surprise and was hyperventilating. The could feel the needle dragging the flesh of his nipple as it pushed it’s way through and that made an even stronger fiery pain. He heard a gravely voice he knew so well whisper in his ear ‘Ready for the next one Corporal?’

Again the fingers pulled and he felt the sharp point against his left nipple. It was slower this time and he felt it go in. That was not too bad. What drove the spear of fire into him was the dragging, stretching feeling as it was pushed through. He panted and muttered ‘Yes Sarge, thank you Sarge!’ It seemed all he could say and his mind was churning with thoughts ‘How long had he known, was he pissed with Matt; what would happen later, was he on report. This man ran his life! Corporal? Had he got that promotion? What a way to find out!’

‘If you are going to do a thing then we do it properly in the Marines’ he heard. And braced himself. He new what was coming next. He felt the fingers again on his right nipple and the burst of pain as the next needle went through. He could feel the grating as it crossed the other needle and that firestorm of feeling ran into his chest and down his body. He panted into his hood. Fuck this hurt but the feeling was going straight to his cock and he could feel a stream of juice coming out. And again, as the second needle went into his left tit. This time he felt it all the way to his boots and his toes were curling; it was an amazing feeling like no other! He growled like a bear. Chance to take a deep breath. They were in now – but what would it feel like as they came out again!

The fire broke out again as he felt the needles being turned and waggled and his breathing went wild. Stars flashed in his eyes as each needle was slowly, so slowly pulled out.

Tears were in his eyes but he was panting as he exploded with a bigger load of cum than he could ever remember – it went on and on!

‘Report in to me on Monday morning’ he heard. Then astounded when the next words came through the thick leather of his hood ‘Good lad’.

 

With special thanks to Bikerslave for the education, Rubberdc and Creuss for the editing.

 

Steellock 2016