By Steellock and slavebladeboi

Matt listened to the familiar thump of his boots on concrete as he ran towards the shop. It was still before 9 in the morning but the sun was warm and the sweat sheen on his shoulders reflected the light as his muscles moved effortlessly beneath the skin. He felt good, as he always did with the prospect of a day at the shop.

About 100 yards away from the front door he stopped to catch his breath and cool slightly. He didn’t want to turn up as though he was ready for a shower but Jim had asked if he could be there before 9 so he walked on slowly towards the shop. It looked closed. Although it was never that bright inside it looked darker than usual so Matt tried the door expecting it to be locked. It opened straight away, which took him a bit by surprise but thinking no more of it he went in. Walking across the floor to the back of the shop he heard a noise and two guys stepped out from behind one of the display racks each holding pieces of leather equipment they had taken off the rack nearest them.

“Say, do you work here?” the first guy asked Matt. He was about Matt’s size, older by 10 years but looked as hard muscled as anyone Matt could remember. Wearing a sleeveless T shirt and jeans he walked over to him holding out a thick leather hood.

“I want this for my boi but I’m not clear about the fixings. Can you help?”

“Well, I don’t actually work here although I have done some work for the owner,” Matt said catching a glimpse of the second man pulling the tail of a dangerous looking single tailed whip slowly through his fingers, a thick flogger hanging over his shoulder. “What do you want to know?”

“Can you show me exactly how this would look once he’s wearing it?” the first guy said, “It’s an expensive gift and I don’t want to go wrong. I was wondering if you could slip it on, just so’s I have more of an idea. My boi’s about your size. But not if you’re not comfortable with it. We can wait for the owner to come back. He was here a few minutes ago”

“Sure,” replied Matt. “No problem. There’re four straps attached to it apart from the collar, I’ve seen guys here wearing it before and it really looks great once on.”

“That’s what I thought,” grinned the man, “Nothing like having your boi strapped into some fine quality leather to get the juices running.”

Matt took the hood from the first man. His friend stood next to him and grinned at Matt. The second guy wasn’t so well built as the first “but still,” thought Matt, “I wouldn’t like to be on the wrong side of an argument with him. I bet he could do some damage before I got the better of him.”

Matt felt the fine quality leather being pulled over his head. It suddenly went dark and he could only just hear what the man was saying. “You’ll have to speak up a bit” called Matt from the inside the leather hood. “This baby’s thick and sound gets very muffled.”

“Sure thing” the answer came back close to Matt’s ear. Matt felt the laces up the back tighten one by one and the leather began to mould itself to his head. He felt his cock stir he always loved this bit. The guy sure was pulling it tight, and then he tied it off. “Now, tell me when the straps get tight and if there are any places you feel pinched or uncomfortable. I think this is something he’s going to be in for some time and at this price he’s got to enjoy it.” The man laughed at his own joke and Matt felt that they were both now going over the straps and tightening each one, carefully but thoroughly.

Matt’s warm breath, plus the fact that he was already quite hot, meant that he started to sweat once the smooth leather lining of the hood was pulled tighter to the contours of his face. “You guys done yet?” he managed to say. “Hold on,” came the reply. “There’s a strap to go under your chin yet, plus the collar needs to be buckled. And is this other piece a gag?”

“The gag has the same fixings as the blindfold which is already on” Matt’s muffled reply came through the hood. It was next to where the hood was on the shelf.”

“Yep, that’s the one” he heard the second man say. “You ready for this?” He didn’t give Matt any time to answer, simply pushing the cock shaped rubber into his mouth and buckling it tight to the hood. Then he tightened the last strap under the chin.

Matt started to gag but held his breath to overcome the feeling that he was going to throw up. That would not go down well with Jim. They hadn’t paid for the hood yet. He began to struggle. This was going too far!

“You OK in there?” said the first man loudly to Matt’s head. “Sounds like you need to breathe slowly and deeply. Here, this’ll help.”

Matt felt pressure on the holes where his nostrils fitted into the nose-shaped leather inside the hood and a sudden sweet nauseous smell filled his head. He turned quickly and raised his arms to pull it away, but they were being held behind him with a grip that was as strong as his own. His head swam, “Breathe Boi” he heard the man,” breathe deep, you’ll feel a lot better.”

Jim and Jess came out of the back of the store to find the two men laying an unconscious Matt onto the floor as gently as they could manage given his size. “That didn’t go too badly,” said Jim.

“Well I hope he doesn’t try to get his own back when he wakes up,” laughed the second man, “looks like he can handle himself well.”

“Believe me, Craig, he can handle himself extremely well,” said Jim, “but don’t worry, he’ll enjoy himself so much he won’t remember this bit — probably.” Laughing to himself, Jim helped the other three move the limp, deep-breathing Matt onto the large table in the centre of the room. “Just put the closed sign up Jess, then get the rest of the gear we need from behind the counter,” said Jim.

“Right” he continued. “You know what we have to do, and the time we have to do it in. remember what I said about moving him, too. The way we used to have to lift guys injured in the field is the only way to do it without hurting him, so — after three, one two — three.”

All four of the men, positioned exactly where Jim had told them, got Matt’s unconscious body onto the table and stretched him out. Under further instructions from Jim they managed to undress him without too much movement and all four of them stood around looking at the great shape his body was in until Jim brought them all back to reality. “C’mon guys quit the staring. We have got to get this done. Craig, you better have that wad ready if he starts coming round too soon. Just give him another sniff or two, nothing too much. He’ll need to be fully awake by this afternoon.”

Grabbing all the necessary items they got to work. Craig and Rob strapped on locking black leather restraints to Matt’s wrists and ankles while Jim fitted a beautifully crafted steel chastity belt around Matt’s waist that fitted the cage he was pulling over the large flaccid cock hanging down next to Matt’s balls. By the time he finished it looked like Matt had a samurai face mask between his legs and there was no way he or anyone else could get through that once the pins were put in place and then locked with four small padlocks. They fitted the sleeping figure with a tough-looking wide leather waist belt also locked on, finishing it all by adding a padlock to the tightly fitting leather hood, locking the collar complete with its four D rings. “Make sure those holes are exactly under his nostrils,” said Jim, “It’s gonna get warm in there soon”

“Ok Jess, now you can have your bit of fun. Remember our agreement. I’ll unlock you while you do this part on condition you don’t touch yourself at all. If you do, that cock of yours won’t see daylight for the rest of this century, if you keep your hands off then maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a little treat in store for you.”

Jess grinned. He’d agreed to do the finishing touches on Matt and could already feel the wetness in his cock cage as he leaked in anticipation.

“All over,” said Jim. “It’s a complete sun shield as well so make sure you don’t leave any bits of him uncovered, not that I think you will looking at that mess you’re making. Come on you two, coffee out the back. We’ll give him ten minutes with his fav sleeping beauty.” They laughed and left the storeroom to Jess and the sleeping Matt.

Jess got the bottle and tipped some of the oil onto his hands, rubbing them together. It was a wet-look, sweat-proof protective oil-based lotion that Jim had sourced especially for this occasion. It would make Matt look oiled until he washed it off and, as Jim had said, provided protection against the sun, and as Matt was going to be more or less naked and outside all afternoon this was necessary.

He slowly rubbed his hands together, warming the oil between his palms. Reaching out he found he was almost short of breath as he slowly rubbed both palms over Matt’s chest, massaging the oil round his abs and up the channel between his pecs, over his nipples and back again. He parted his fingers as he ran his hands up Matt’s chest so that the nipples caught between them. Jess tweaked them as he pulled his hands off the broad muscular chest then bending forward he continued. Slowly and sensuously, reaching down past Matt’s navel, he pushed his fingers between Matt’s crotch and the cage, burying them in the crack between the thighs and ball sack, then bringing them up again and around his shoulders. He could feel just how fit Matt was, the smoothness of his skin tightly covering the powerful body beneath. Returning, Jess traced a line along each of Matt’s abs, they glistened as did every other part of his torso. He let his hands run down the top of one leg and then up the other making sure every inch of skin was smooth and slick. Jess could feel his own cock rigid now and hitting the side of the table every time he leaned over Matt’s body, he tried to rub it against the wooden sides but this simply increased the frustration he already felt as the blood pounded away making his member throb in time with every beat. Re-oiling his hands again, he again rubbed them slowly down each of Matt’s legs, spending longer on the insides of his thighs than was really needed for sun protection but less than was needed for Jess’s own satisfaction. Down each arm, back up to his shoulders and down his chest again. Matt’s body, already as fit as anyone Jess had seen, was now like one of those Greek gods you see in fantasy illustrations, tanned and shining, the fine blond hairs on his arms and legs glistening as the light caught them.

Suddenly Jess felt a hand on his own shoulder. “Gotcha!” said Jim.

“I didn’t —” began Jess but was interrupted by all three men laughing at him. “No, I know you didn’t,” said Jim. “We watched it all on CCTV. Good boy. Now let’s turn him over and do his back.”

Another ten minutes of sheer pleasure for Jess, and Matt’s body was the gleaming tanned leathered muscle hunk that Jim wanted to show.

“The parade starts in less than an hour,” he said to the others. “Let’s get him onto the trailer and into position.”

“He’s waking,” said Craig.

“Leave the wad now,” said Jim, “Let him come to, and you can ‘help’ him walk!”

Matt woke slowly, pushing his way through a fog in his mind. Then he suddenly was clear and his hands shot to his head, feeling a thick leather hood – and finding a padlock at the back of his neck. Then he remembered the guys in the store. His wrists felt heavy, and he checked, finding the thick padded restraints and two more padlocks. Then his hands shot to his groin as he realized he felt something strange there too. Steel. No way to touch his cock. It was locked! What the fuck! Then the firm voice of the man penetrated the thick leather. “Climb down off the gurney and stand straight, Boi”.

Matt carefully swung his legs round then leapt to his feet, taking up a defensive position – and fell to the floor clutching his groin as waves of shocking electricity ran up his cock and into his ass.

It stopped and he breathed deeply. “I can do that again, anytime I like. And it gets stronger too,” the voice said. “Like this.” Matt curled up into a ball as the pain came back even stronger for a couple of seconds. His balls felt like they had been kicked.

“Get up again and assume the position, Boi.”

Matt rolled to his feet quickly and stood with his hands on his head, arms back and boots about 18 inches apart.

“Better” he heard. “Now put your hand on the shoulder in front of you and walk after him.”

Matt reached out and felt an arm, a strong muscled arm. He rested his hand on the pad of shoulder muscle and walked after the guy. He felt sun on his shoulders after a while and then was forced to climb up onto what felt like a truck back. He was pushed forwards and the felt his right arm being pushed up. Then it stopped and he realised that it was locked up. His left followed. He could feel a wooden bar under each hand, it was angled and he thought back to the shop – he was now locked to a St Andrews Cross. Shit! What the fuck was going on! His boots were kicked apart and then they were locked too. He struggled and pulled, growling into his hood and heard a laugh. “You can do that all day, the crowds will love it,” he heard. What crowds, he wondered? Then he felt the truck engine start and it moved off slowly. Where the fuck was he? What was going on! He felt a deep anger rising and yanked again at the restraints. Then he felt the firm hand on his back pushing him against the cross and another click and the belt he felt on his waist was attached to the wood and he was really not moving much anywhere.

“Don’t forget I can do this at any time,” the deep voice said and he felt the kick of the estim in his cock and balls. This time he could not curl up and had to stand and take the lance like shaft of pain as it went up his butt and round his balls. He was swearing to himself that someone would pay for that – and pay with a boot in their balls! “Now I want lots of struggling and shouting in the hood there, Boi, your crowds expect it!”

“What crowds? What the fucks going on?” he shouted into the hood. “Well today’s the parade down the alley, or had you forgotten? We did a deal with Jim and you are the star performance. I’m going to flog and whip you from one end of the alley to the other and back. Then we will know what kind of a ‘Boi’ you are!”

Matt realised – yes this was Alley day; the annual fetish and BDSM festival. He had not been visiting the shop last time it was on, his new life with Jim and Jess had only stated about 10 months ago. Then he remembered, as he had come into the store one of the guys had been holding a thick nasty whip and a big heavy flogger. A chill ran down his back and he shivered. This guy sounded like he new how to use them. Today was a test he realised.

Matt felt a jolt as the trailer started to move. He could hear very little through the thickness of the hood and concentrated hard to gain some insight into what was happening around him. He tested the strength of the cross he was strapped to. It didn’t budge an eighth of an inch in any direction no matter how hard he pushed or pulled. “Christ, this is definitely the real thing” he said to himself “and it won’t be Jeff or Jim doing the flogging.”  He monitored his breathing, slow deep breaths keeping his heart beat regular and focussing his mind like he’d been taught during the past months.

The sun was hot, he felt little trickles of sweat begin their journey down the ridges of his spine and into the crack of his ass. He pushed his weight into the wooden cross feeling some security there.

It was no time at all before the movement of his ride slowed and stopped. He felt the vibration of the motor disappear and a thump as someone jumped up next to him. “OK boi, you’re on.” The voice was the guy with the whip he saw in the shop. “We’ll start slow and build up, just how you like it,” he laughed, “well just how your fans like it” he added. “You’ve made a great impression in the shop, now’s your chance to show ’em what you can really do.”

Matt tried a muffled “That was what I could really do” but it came out as a mumbled croak so he gave up. He’d got through all they could hand out at the shop, he didn’t think he was about to let anyone down now.

The forward movement started, gently, he was carried forward and began to just about hear the shouts and crowd noises from the street.

The first blow came more of a surprise than pain. No warning, just the flogger hitting him between the shoulder blades. The heat of the leather thongs adding to the sun’s. Craig continued to cover Matt’s back with the heavy leather flogger, varying the strength of each stroke and their position. Matt’s back was now turning a decent pink all over with darker stripes appearing here and there. He felt his back sting as his sweat mixed with the small abrasions the flogger made. It got harder and the pain began to increase. He was pushed into the cross with every thump as it landed hard across him. It was like a fist punching at the same time as a fire cutting into him. He got into the rhythm, breathing with the blows. It felt good to get the better of them.

Then the beating stopped. Matt breathed deeply again, just in time for the searing red hot knife that was the single tailed whip to cut across his back and wrap slightly under his right arm pit. He yelled loud and long. The crowd yelled and cheered. Matt could now hear them plainly. Each time Craig raised the whip they let out a cheer of encouragement and at each roar that came from within Matt’s hood as they whistled, cheered and clapped. Matt bit down on his gag as the whip bit into his flesh. He felt it cutting through his skin each time Craig laid it across his broad shoulders. The tight circles of bright light formed in front of his eyes, he had to concentrate on his body and not the pain, to feel it become part of him, to ride over the waves as they broke into him. Breathe, bite down. Breathe, roar into the gag. He was on show not a martyr, give them something back. Each blazing stroke of the whip elicited a new deep sound from Matt’s throat, and each of them brought a fresh cheer from the eager crowd.

Craig was getting hot. Jim dropped down beside him and said he’d take over for a while. The procession had slowed to a halt as the enthusiastic crowds thronged the roadway. They were near the end of the line of floats but getting as much attention as the first one. Jim held up the flogger. The crowd around the flatbed raised a loud cheer. “How many?” Shouted Jim. Everyone shouted different numbers back at him, so much so he couldn’t make out a distinct figure.

“How many?” He shouted again. He heard anything from 25 to 300 being called. “OK” he said, holding up his arms for a bit of calm. “We’ll start with 20. If you want to start with more it’s $5 in the bucket now.” There was a rush as bills were thrust into the open buckets on each side of the float. “Don’t forget, all money is going to charity,” Jess added as he too climbed aboard. “Ok” Jim shouted, “I see we all want more than 20. We’ll go to 40.”

Whistles, cat calls, more shouting.

He put his hand on Matt’s shoulder and leaned into him. “You ok, Star?” he whispered loud enough for Matt to hear. “Mmmmphph” was the reply. “Great, you’re getting all the attention now, boi, and making us proud, and making the money pour in. Only an hour or so to go.”

“MMMMphph”

Jim gently pulled the palm of his hand down Matt’s back, rubbing in the oily sweaty mixture into a fine sheen. There was no doubt that it presented the superb picture of muscled hunk that the public were out to see and enjoy.

He aimed at Matt’s ass cheeks. The flogger made that rushing sound through the air that Matt would have braced himself for had he been able to hear it. But inside his hood he merely felt his ass explode in a deep, spreading pain. It was as if someone with an iron glove had grabbed his flesh and squeezed it.

“Right” he thought to himself. “Jim is going hard at it, I’ll see him and raise him one.”

Matt pushed down into his body with his mind. He knew he had to act, to yell and give the crowds their money’s worth, although there was little acting going on as the pain was all too real, but he also didn’t want to give in to it. However, he had little choice but to yell and squirm. Jim used the flogger like he had not done on Matt before. The tails circled Matt’s thighs, cutting into the tender flesh between his legs. They spread as they covered his back muscles, sending their unforgiving message deep into his body but seemed to hold together as Jim caught him again across his tender and now flaming red raw ass. The crowd chanted the score but Jim was varying and controlling the severity of each stroke. He knew he had to make sure there was enough left for the return journey.

Matt felt everything slow to a halt and there was some movement around him. The mouth piece of his hood was released from the gag and the tube from the top of a water bottle was pushed into his mouth. “Drink slow and deep boi,” Jim said, “don’t want you dehydrating before we finish. Need to keep growling and hollering.”

Matt drank, coughed and sprayed Jim with a mouthful then sucked again. “Thanks” said Jim. “I’ll remember that one.”

Mat grinned inside the leather hood as far as he was able. The leather clung to his skin, damp with sweat and he had a job moving his face muscles at all. Yeah, he thought, I bet you will.

A few jolts, some reversing and the forward movement started again. “Ok, I’m giving the next session over to the audience,” shouted Jim to the crowd. “Twenty dollars for 5 strokes.” Matt couldn’t but help hear that and tensed up immediately. He felt a hand on his shoulder and Jim’s voice in his ear. “And don’t worry, no one is going to give it harder than I am so relax and enjoy the sunshine.”

“Shit,” thought Matt, “another bloody free for all. Well I just hope it’s worth it in dollars.”

There was no shortage of volunteers and Jim helped the first one onto the trailer.

It was a guy in leather chaps and T shirt, arm muscles that must have been developed in a gym and grinning from ear to ear.

“Five,” said Jim. “Keep them on his back or ass, don’t let them wrap round him as they’ll only hit the cross anyway.”

The guy took aim. He swung the single tail like a professional and the air sizzled as it cut a path through to strike Matt diagonally across the shoulders. Matt’s roar could be heard above any yelling from the crowd. “Jesus, you’re good,” said Jim, “Four more.”

Matt slumped onto the wood and hung momentarily from his wrists before gaining his legs once more and standing straight. That was a new feeling. He thought the whip had torn through his back and cut through to his shoulder bone. Surely he must be bleeding. What the fuck was Jim doing?

The blazing light impacted on him again. His vision simply reflected the pain as it sliced through him for the second time. The whip had followed the path of the first stroke breaking the skin and showing signs of bright red blood.

“Easy man,” Jim held the guy’s arm, “I need this boi to survive the journey. He’s the one making the money.”

“I got three left,” was the indignant reply, “paid for!”

“Yeah and you’ll have them too, just go easy, or at least choose a different spot each time.”

The guy re-aimed lower. The third stroke caught Matt across the ass, the same powerful, fiery penetrating pain soared up through his torso and hit him between the eyes. He roared again. The crowd were going wild. There was beginning to be a crush around Jim’s wagon, it slowed almost to a halt. The last two swings of the whip were just as hard as the first three although the guy had done what Jim has asked and aimed at new areas of almost untouched skin.

Matt sank lower inside himself. He was willing his arms to take his weight but his knees were shaking involuntarily at what he had just endured. He felt Jim once again at his ear. “Easy Matt, that’s all the single tail for one afternoon, the rest is with the floggers and canes. You’re half way there.”

Inside his head Matt concentrated on the burning across his back. He was doing what Jim had told him once before, feel the pain, enclose it in your head, stop it spreading then tread on it, putting the fire out.

Jim now had several volunteers ready to part with any sum just to get their turn at the star of the parade, this sweating, oiled, muscled hunk strapped to the wooden cross, hooded and growling. Half of the audience were already in bed with him, the other half were chaining him to their cellar walls, all of them wanted more.

They were nearly back at the start, so only one more guy was given a go with the flogger. He stripped off his T shirt, got some thin leather gloves out of his leather jeans, gripped the handle of the flogger and stood back. Swinging the tails, he caught Matt a heavy blow to the centre of his back, which winded Matt, catching him unawares. He dealt with the burn, growling loudly, but more for the parade than himself. The next two were across his shoulders, again heavy, thumping blows as the thickness of the leather tails did their work, bruising as well as raising welts across his tanned skin.

Inside the hood Matt was spitting the sweat out of the corners of his mouth as it tricked down his face. He desperately needed a drink, the wet leather was clinging to his skin making it harder to breathe and his energy was beginning to weaken.

A bit more movement and the wagon came to a halt, this time it felt cooler, they were in the shade at last. Matt felt several pairs of hands around him. His wrist restraints were unhooked from the cross and, supported by Craig, Jess and Rob the gag was pulled out of his mouth and he was given the drinking straw to suck on.

“Slowly boi,” said Craig, “One mouthful at a time.”

As Jim closed the garage doors Craig and Rob unchained Matt’s ankles while Jess supported Matt by putting his arms around his waist and holding him close. The mixture of oil and sweat made him slippery, which only made Jeff hold tighter. The three of them manhandled Matt off the wagon and onto the floor; taking care to mask his eyes they removed the hood. Matt’s face was bright red, wet and smiling.

“You deserve a lie down,” said Jim, walking round the cab. “I have yet to count it but this year’s collection looks like a record amount thanks to you. Take a rest, Jess, help him get comfortable.”

Jess grinned self consciously but, putting Matt’s left arm over his shoulder, he led him away to the back room of the shop.

Craig was grinning too. “Is that what you meant by the little treat you had in store for him?”

“Yeah,” said Jim, “Jess’s a good lad, needs a treat every now and then. I’ve given him the key to Matt’s device and to his own chastity too, he’s promised to put it back on himself when he gets back from “his treat.” They laughed and went over to the ice box where Jim had stored several beers. “Now this is what I call a treat,” said Rob.

Jess helped Matt onto the bed along one side of the cell in the basement. It still had the rubber sheets on that Matt remembered from a few months back.

“Turn over onto your front,” said Jess. “I’ll massage your muscles and clean up those cuts and abrasions just to be on the safe side.”

Matt did what he was told. He felt a deep sense of relief as Jess’s hands pushed and pulled over him, he’d made Jim happy, making some money for his charity and shown what he could take in public. He now knew more than ever that he was in safe hands even when he felt like he was on a bacon slicer.

Jess massaged down each leg, across Matt’s muscular ass and around each shoulder for several minutes before telling him to turn over.

Matt simply sighed and did what he was told. He felt Jess hold the metal cage round his cock as he unlocked it and pulled it off. He didn’t even think much about disguising the hard on he was now sporting, until Jess held it between his oiled hands. Without opening his eyes, Matt smiled and reached out for Jess’s left hand. He pulled him closer, slowly opening his eyes as he did so.

“Thanks for being on board with me,” he said quietly.

“No worries,” said Jess, “Although there were four of us looking out for you.”

“No, I don’t mean just on the parade float,” said Matt, “I mean here, every time I come to the shop.”

“My pleasure,” said Jess, feeling hot inside.

“How about a bit more pleasure?” answered Matt, looking straight into his eyes.

“Um —” Jess couldn’t find anything else to say, he simply leaned forward and met Matt’s mouth with his own.

Inside his skull, Matt’s brain was on a roller coaster. All these actions were automatic, he wasn’t thinking about what to do, everything just felt natural. He had never kissed another guy before in his life, and now, as he felt Jess’s tongue on his own, his cock throbbed harder than he had known it. Jess’s hand slowly slid down Matt’s oiled abs and held the rock-hard cock that was pointing up to the ceiling, folding his fingers around it. Matt groaned in absolute bliss. He grabbed Jess’s T shirt and pulled it over his head and then eased Jess onto the bed with him. Jess needed no help in getting his boxers off as he found himself lying on top of Matt, his cock as hard as Matt’s, and feeling those solid abs under it.

With a swift powerful movement Matt turned the tables, heaving Jess onto his back and grabbing his legs, kneeling between them and now grinning widely.

“OK?” he asked.

“Very OK” answered Jess, gently twisting Mat’s tits with both hands. Matt didn’t need to think what to do. He carefully pushed, then harder and finally felt his cock slide easily into Jess. He growled the same way he did when he was lashed only with much less volume and close to Jess’s face.

Outside in the shop, Jim turned the CCTV off, smiled broadly and went back to the other two who were still drinking beer.

He’d give them another 30 minutes or so before breaking up the scene. They’d both worked hard for their time together.

He looked out of the shop window onto the street, thinking in a vague way about how this might affect Jess’s role in the business then, breaking open another bottle, he started to sort through the money bucket. It had been the best parade he’d known.

“Let’s hope next year is as good,” he thought to himself.

 

Steellock and slavebladeboi

August 2016.

 

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