Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 17:36:06 +1200
From: Brian Ralph <bralph@vodafone.co.nz>
Subject: Black hawks part 1

This is a reworked, with more graphic detail, of a story I wrote 7 years
ago. It will probably go in different directions in future parts. I enjoyed
receiving comments from guys who like it before. It is my most enduring
fantasy.

Every Friday night Brian went down to the pub at the rough end of town. He
liked to go there because it was where all the bikers gathered although
Brian did not have a bike himself. He dressed the part by wearing a
T-shirt, blue jeans with thick black belt, bike boots and black leather
biker jacket. However, not only did he not have a bike, he did not know any
of the biker gangs which met there. He just sat in a corner, toying with a
beer and watching the guys come in, his cock getting hard at the sight of
all the leather they were wearing and wishing he could get down on the
floor and lick their heavy boots.

One gang was there every week and Brian got to look forward to seeing them
arrive. He listened in and learnt as much as he could about them and wished
he had the courage to speak to them. There was Rick, a nuggety guy with
black curly hair, glistening black jacket with chains hanging off it and a
studded belt. His tight blue jeans tapered down into a tall pair of shiny
harness boots. Jack on the other hand, a big tall fellow with blond short
cropped hair, wore khaki army trousers and usually dirty army lace-up boots
along with the black leather jacket. Tony, all muscle with shaved head,
wearing a full leather outfit of jacket and jeans and big Rossi boots was
so hot, Brian got excited every time he looked at him. There were several
other members Brian did not know so well but all wore black leather jackets
and big black boots of varying styles.

Although he saw them every week, they ignored him and Brian was too nervous
to say anything to them. Each night he would leave the pub and, sometimes,
head for a local beat where he would suck cock but most of the regulars
were not very interesting and Brian would close his eyes and try to imagine
that the cock filling his mouth belonged to one of the gang he had been
watching all night. He did develop an expertise and get a reputation for
giving good head so was never short of partners but he was not really
satisfied. Occasionally someone would treat him a bit roughly, grabbing his
hair and shoving a big cock into his face and this aroused him a bit but
generally he had to wait until he got home and use his fist while imagining
one of the gang was ploughing him unmercifully before he could cum
himself. It was a damn unsatisfactory situation.

However one night as he was up at the bar buying a final beer before
leaving, Rick also approached the bar and ordered a round. He nodded at
Brian.

"You drink here a lot dont'cha?"

"Yesssss", Brian stammered,

"You shouldn't fuckin drink so much alone, wanna join us?"

Brian couldn't believe his ears.

"Sssure" he tried to say nonchalantly although he could feel his heart
pounding with excitement. He grabbed his beer and followed Rick back to the
corner of the pub where the gang were all sitting on leather benches around
a table. They moved up for him so that he could sit down next to Tony and
after putting the beers down, Rick sat on the other side of him pushing in
so that he was squeezed in between him and Tony.  The smell of leather made
Brian feel dizzy, his dreams seems to be all coming true.  They made small
talk at first, asking where he lived and if he had a bike. They didn't seem
surprised when he admitted he didn't.  Soon it was time for another round
and it was Jack's shout and he brought one back for Brian as well. As he
now sat on the end, Brian was moved further into the group and behind the
table but still with Rick and Tony on either side of him, the blue jeans
and leather jeans on each side pressing against his legs. He could feel
their boots hard up against his own and was sure they were being
deliberately rubbed across his.

As Brian stammered yet another reply to one of Tony's questions, Rick
suddenly put his arm around him, laughing.

"Loosen up mate, we don't fuckin bite".  Brian was sure his rising cock as
the leather gripped round his shoulders was very noticeable and the next
minute Rick clamped his gloved hand down on top of the bulge in his jeans,
squeezing it so tight, Brian almost shot on the spot as his member swelled
up against the pressure.

"Your little fucker is getting excited down there, it likes all our leather
doesn't it.  Want some real fuckin excitement, come for a ride with us"

Brian turned bright red and could only nod. All the guys laughed.

"Finish up your beers and let's get going" said Tony.

The guys drowned their beers and started moving out. As they moved to the
door, Brian had second thoughts.

"Ahh, sorry guys, I think I better get going home", he stuttered.

The guy nearest him, wearing tall lineman boots with at least 20 holes over
his leather jeans, grabbed Brian's wrist and twisted his arm up behind his
back.

"Too fuckin late to back out now Mate, you've just agreed to be our new
fuckin apprentice"

He was pushed out into the car park where the bikes were all lined up and
over to a big Harley. Tony mounted the bike and the guys quickly lifted
Brian up and onto the back of it. His arms were brought round in front of
Tony and he felt steel cuffs locking his wrists in place. A helmet was
strapped onto his head.

"Don't want to attract attention from the fuckin cops" Tony muttered as
they roared off into the night.

While Brian had always dreamed of riding pillion behind a guy all in
leathers, he wasn't sure this was what he really wanted.  What were they
going to do with him?  He did not like to remember the grins on their faces
when they spoke about the excitement that was in store for him. He had a
gut feeling the excitement would be mainly theirs.

After what seemed like hours with his heart in his mouth as they raced down
the highway, they turned off onto some back roads and finally into a dirt
lane way out in the country and they pulled up at an isolated farm house.

The cuffs were unlocked but his arms were quickly brought round behind his
back and locked together again. He was lifted off the bike but Rick grabbed
his head in an arm lock, his nose breathing in that hot leather as he was
dragged to the verandah of the house.  Again his hands were unlocked, his
jacket was dragged off him and his tee ripped off him. Then, to his
surprise, the jacket was put back on but there were also heavy leather
cuffs with d-rings strapped around each wrist.  Chains were clamped to each
cuff and his arms were stretched out wide and the chains locked to rings on
the wooden posts of the verandah. His boots were dragged off him, followed
by his jeans and a knife was used to slice his underpants to shreds but
again his boots were replaced before one of the guys produced some leg
irons with heavy chains. They were padlocked to his ankles and the chains
were attached to metal spikes which were driven into the ground with a
mallet as his legs were stretched out from the verandah to the dirt in
front. He was completely suspended and vulnerable but knew his cock was
jutting out at full stretch and throbbing unmercifully. Rick then grabbed
his cock and balls and wrapped a leather strap several times around the
base of his balls forcing them down and out. He then used another to divide
the balls tightly into two round cherries and buckled the straps really
tight. Brian groaned from the pain as his cock and balls stood out rigid.

A high leather collar was fastened around his neck which also had large
iron rings attached and finally a pair of sharp nipple clamps with heavy
chain between them were roughly attached to his tits. He could feel his
whole body shuddering involuntarily and the only part of his body he could
move was his neck and the heavy rigid collar even made that difficult.

The 6 guys gathered in front of him, huge grins on their faces, they were
obviously enjoying watching his predicament.

Rick took charge.  "Here is where you really get to fuckin know us." he
said.  "Gentlemen, courtesies first then closer acquaintance
afterwards. You are going to be our new gang's apprentice. You will need to
get to know each of us real fuckin well, our likes and dislikes so you can
serve each of us right properly. First a handshake, I am Rick, pleased to
meet you."

With an evil grin, he grabbed Brian's cock and balls in a tight squeeze
that had Brian screaming with the pain. His roughened fingers ground into
his stretched nuts and rubbed along the length of his cock.

"Now, You have already met Tony"

Tony still had his gloves on but although the squeeze was smoother, it was
just as brutal and the leather had his cock straining rigid and purple
which brought laughter from Tony.

"We chose a real leather lovin fucker this time."

The other guys were similarly introduced, a mixture of roughened hands and
leather gloves tortured his cock and balls until Brian almost passed out.

"Next we will give you just a small taste of what to expect if you do not
follow instructions. What is my name?"

"Rick" Brian sobbed.

"Good, only 5 strokes from me"

Rick removed his big leather belt, stomped up onto the verandah and stood
at a short distance behind Brian and suddenly, crack, the belt landed on
Brian's backside like a lightening strike bringing an agonised scream,
followed quickly by 4 more. Brian's body was so stretched the belt thwacked
hard and the tip wrapped around and more than once caught his balls.

"Say, Thank you Rick, Sir"

Brian mumbled as ordered.

"I want to hear it fuckin louder or I might just give you some more".

"Thank you Rick Sir" Brian yelled.

Tony now jumped onto the verandah behind him and repeated the scene, this
time with his studded belt which bit hard into Brian's ass cheeks. Jack
followed. Then the guy with the high laceup boots who had pushed him out of
the pub and onto the bike stood before him. Brian hadn't caught his name
and sulkily said "I don't know" when asked.

"Jeff" the guy spat, "I will give you 10 strokes to drive it in through
your fuckin arse and right up into fuckin brain"

He pulled off and used a really thick belt which Brian felt must have
turned his backside to mush. The final 2 guys, Sean and then Mick, who also
wore a studded belt, also gave him 10 each so Brian wasn't sure if he had a
butt anymore, it had lost all feeling but a sense of searing pain wracked
his whole body.

They left him hanging there and marched into the house, returning with cans
of beer which they opened and began to drink appearing to ignore him
completely.  However, as each began his second can, they took a mouthful
and came over to Brian, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back with one
hand, squeezed his cheeks to open his mouth with the other and spat the
beer out into his mouth, which they then forced close by pushing his jaw up
until he swallowed their offering.

"The fuckin handshake was just the first intro, you are going to get to
know each of us real intimately, real close like, you will take in all our
fuckin juices and we mean all, we will provide all your nutrients." Tony
laughed.

Their second beers finished, two guys came up on the verandah and Brian
went cold with fear. They wrenched the tit clamps off him as his screams
rent the air.  They unlocked the chains stretching Brian's arms to the
posts and as he fell forward 2 other guys grabbed his arms and wrenched
them up behind his back and one of the others put him into a leathered
headlock again. He heard the spikes being pulled out of the ground and his
legs dragged over the ground as they carried him back to the bikes.

They laid him face down along the biggest bike with his head hanging down
over the back tire rim. His arms and legs were chained to the bike and then
he realised one of the guys was astride the bike on top of him, his leather
jeans pressing and rubbing down over Brian's tortured backside.  The bike
was started and moved off, bouncing over the rough ground, the tire
spinning just below his face, the pressure on his arse causing him to
scream continually. He tried not to, as he now realised his screams were
just exciting them all the more. The bike did a circuit of the paddock and
when they got back, he saw every guy had his jeans unzipped and was pulling
out his cock.

"Next round of introductions" shouted Rick and he grabbed Brian's head.

He had put on long rubber gloves and he prised Brian's' jaw open and nodded
to Tony who stood right in front, aimed his cock at Brian's mouth and let
fly. Brian couldn't believe what he was doing, pissing down right his
throat.  What didn't fit in ran down his chin but Rick clamped his jaw shut
every few moments forcing him to swallow a lot of the stuff. All 6 squirted
the results of their nights drinking down his throat, Tony took over head
holding duties so that Rick could unload as well. He was then taken on
another painful ride around the paddock. This time the pain on his arse as
the heavy guy, he was not sure which one but this time it was denim rather
than the previous leather that pressed down on his bottom, was matched by a
pain in his gut with so much fluid sloshing in it.

When the bike got back to the group, they unchained him from it but then
quickly turned him round and over so he was tied with his back along the
bike and his head propped up by the handle bars. His arms were drawn back
down behind him and chained to the front wheel, his legs chained through
the back. He could see his leather bound cock standing up like a flag pole
in front and now Rick turned his attention to it as well. He pulled out a
leather thong and tying it around the base of the cock just above the
strapped balls, he wound it tightly round and round until it reached the
head when he looped it round and tied it off so the it looked like a pink
mushroom on top of a black stalk.

"That'll keep you fuckin stiff but you won't fuckin cum either, Pussy cunts
don't cum" Rick grinned. "We're going to do all the fuckin and cummin over
the next few hours. And you're our pussy cunt from now on, our newest sex
toy, you have no other reason for existence anymore.

He straddled the bike and sat over Brian's chest, his long thin cock just
in front of Brian's lips.

"In case you get any funny ideas, that belting of your arse we gave you
earlier was just a taste. If any of us feel your teeth on our cocks, the
belting you will get probably won't leave you alive, your arse will never
shit again. Understand. Now open your mouth and prepare to suck, Cock
sucker".

He grabbed the handlebars and leant forward so that his cock rammed into
Brian's mouth. Brian's head was held tight against the bike and Tony's long
thin cock slid down over his tongue and reached the back of his
throat. Brian gagged but then it was withdrawn a little way and Brian was
able to wrap his tongue around it and began to suck. He thought it might
make his life a little more bearable if he used his sucking expertise to
make a good job so he found the slit, poked his tongue in and then caressed
the cock as gently as possible. He had to use his tongue as he had no
control over his mouth but Tony moved his cock in and out to maximum
effect.

"Good little pussy, I think this is not your first cock is it? We did some
research on you and know you have a good cock sucking reputation, we are
going to put all that experience to maximum use but now it's just for us."

Before long Tony began to buck and yell and Brian felt his slime sliding
down his throat as Tony slumped over his face almost suffocating him in
leather. However Tony scrambled off the bike but his weight on Brian's
chest was just as quickly replaced by Jack who had a short but thick tool
which was already fat and pulsing as it entered Brian's mouth. It was also
jabbed down his throat as Brian went to work on it and it did not take very
long before more cream down his throat. He was followed by Rick with a
wicked curved and knobbly growler that Brian found hard to control with his
tongue but finally succeeded in releasing its load. As each guy came, the
bike and Brian received a real pounding as they tightened their legs around
his middle and bounced up and down.  Jeff was next and his man tool was a
real monster so that at first Brian thought he would be throttled by it but
it was removed enough for him to breathe and go to work. It's piss slit was
so large that Brian could work the tip of his tongue right into it and he
could feel Jeff shudder as he did so and soon it seemed gallons of cream
was filling his mouth, pouring down his throat but also spilling out as the
gigantic fuck machine was removed and Jeff rolled off.

"Man that was great, we have grabbed ourselves a top cock sucker this time,
woo hoo"

All six of them raped his throat. Brian was surprised the bike did not fall
over with the pounding it, and he received.

At the end Tony said, "I could fuckin go again" but Rick told him to cool
it, there was more excitement ahead.

"What more could they possibly do", thought Brian.

"You have been fed enough for now but now you will learn how important are
our boots, cunt"

He was again untied from the bike and this time he was carried back toward
the house and they laid him spread-eagle but face-up on the ground. The
chains from his wrists and ankles were stretched tight to metal pegs which
were pounded into the ground. Chains were also attached to the rings on
either side of his collar and also attached to spikes so he could not move
his head, arms or feet. He could just look up at the towering boots and
jeans above him.

"Now you get to fuckin service our boots. You will be working on them a lot
in the coming months so you need to recognise and give each of them proper
respect. After our bikes they are our most important possession. Like us
they are now your masters and will be the focus of your whole life".

A pair of boots were jammed hard either side of his head and looking up
Brian could see the laces and holes towering above him and knew they were
the Lineman worn by Jeff.  His head was squeezed tight between them, then
he was tapped none too gently on each cheek and finally one was lifted up
and came down hard on his very sore mouth.

"Fuckin kiss then lick the grooves" was the command. "use your tongue,
clean them out"

He realised Rick's head was down checking what he did and so he kissed then
began to lick, his tongue moving up into each groove. Finally they were
taken off his face but then the toe was stuck into his mouth and again the
command, lick.

Once Jeff was satisfied, Tony replaced him with his Rossi Bike boots.


Again the squeeze of his face, the tapping of his cheeks then they were
also pressed down on his mouth with the command to kiss and lick the soles,
then the toes were pushed into his mouth with more licking demands. Rick's
harness boots were next. Despite the pain, Brian felt he was in a boot
showroom, each pair were a real turn on and he remembered all the times in
the pub when he had stared longingly at each pair not realising what a
close relationship he was to have with them in the future. He now knew
those stares had not gone unnoticed by the gang.  As before, the kiss lick
ritual was followed and his tongue cleaned the leather to a bright
shine. However at first he refused to lick one filthy pair, the army boots
worn by Jack were covered in grease and dirt.but they were slammed so hard
onto his mouth and dragged roughly across his face so that he quickly did
as he had been told.

Mick wore Wesco Boss 20 inch engineer boots with 3 straps, , Brian knew his
boots, and his tongue worked almost lovingly over them. Finally Sean had
Chippewa 17 inch and his tongue was made go to work again.

"That's the face introduction, now your pussy cock will also meet and kiss
our boots. We know it goes hard at just the sight of them. It will learn
what each one actually feels like.  Your fuckin cock will from now on serve
our boots just like your tongue has learnt, in fact your whole fuckin body
now exists just to serve us and our boots."

The neck chains were loosened and Rick stood behind Brian and pushed his
harness boots under his neck collar and raised his head up so now he was
looking down his body at his leather strapped cock standing to
attention. Jeff's lineman boots again appeared in view but this time they
kicked his cock back and forth, it was sheer agony but Brian felt he was
looking at it all happening from a dream as if it was not his own cock
being knocked around by those huge monsters. Finally someone's gloved hand
grabbed his cock in a vicious squeeze and held it tight while Jeff pushed
the boot down onto the purple head.

"Worship your Master's boot", Jeff said.  "Your cock's only purpose is to
kiss my boot"

Brian was sure his pre-cum was greasing the sole of Jeff's boot revealing
his intense love of boots. Again this treatment was repeated six times and
Brian realised he would know these boots intimately, just like their
owners. His cock remained stiff and hard but the straps that were tightly
wound around it and his balls prevented anything flowing just sheer agony
shooting back up his whole body.

But still it seemed the guys weren't satisfied. He was released from the
chains and this time Jack grabbed his head under his armpit and he was
dragged backwards up the steps, his heels bouncing, like a sack of old
clothes and into the house. He now had no fight left in him and did not
know which of the guys grabbed his cock to assist as he was pulled through
the door and for the first time he was inside the house.

This time they removed the chains from his arms and legs but then used
shorter chains to drag his arms down to his ankles in a hogtie put him face
down on a low bench. A wooden box was put in front of his face and he met
each pair of boots again as he was made to lick them all over. He had no
energy and the hogtie ment he could not move anyway so as each boot was put
before him, a hand grabbed him by the hair and wiped his face over it,
yelling at him to get his tongue out and lick. He was dragged up by the
hair to reach each of the 20 holes on Jeff's Linemans, he felt his tongue
was now red raw but then it was no different to his arse, jaws, nipples and
particularly his cock and balls.

They finally left him alone while they opened and drank another can of beer
each preparing, as brian was to find out, for the grand finale. Then Rick
said.

"Okay now the final part of the gang introductions when we really make the
cunt know who are his fucking owners and that he is now our sex slave. We
know he was a good cocksucker before today but it seems he still has a
virgin cherry so let's toss to see who breaks him first".

Jack won and they unchained him yet again. Brian felt like a sack of straw
unable to give any resistance and they did not need to tie him as they laid
him head down across a bench spreading his legs wide. His head and arms
flopped down the front. Someone poured some cream onto his arse and two
fingers pushed it up his chute and rubbed it round inside. This was the
final physical invasion of his body. He could see Jack's lace-up army boots
so recently cleaned up by his tongue as Jack took up position behind
him. He felt hands spreading his butt and then the short, thick cock
shoving at his hole and with a pop pushing inside him. Brian did not even
have the energy to scream as his hole was stretched and he felt the
invasion as Jack began to pound in and out with all the other guys cheering
him on. There was a roar from Jack as Brian felt the man juices squirting
out. The other guys broke into cheering. "You've broken the fuckin cunt, he
is ready for anything we do now."

After Jack pulled out, Tony quickly took his place, Brian could only tell
by the Rossi boots which was all he could see. The long thin rod slid much
further up than Jack's short tool. He could feel it pressing on his inner
guts as it it went in and out and Tony leather jeans slammed again and
again into his butt. Finally a yell from Tony matched the juices shooting
up inside him and Tony also pulled out and yelled "Next.

Next was Rick, again it was the harness boots they sent the signal but
Brian was also to later learn the different feel of each cock as it went
in.  Rick's tool had a wicked curve which soon pressed on his prostate and
cause his own cock to swell against the straps that cruelly imprisoned
it. It was also a much larger cock than the first two and Rick was a big
guy who was happy to pound his instrument in and out without any mercy. At
times he lifted Brian back off the bench only to slam him back down again
as he drove his pole back in. It was a relief when he felt the internal
explosion as the cum rocketed up his chute and he knew this third fuck was
now over.  But that was only half way. Sean followed, he was more gentle
but, as a result, probably took longer and his cock was also a good size so
it seemed to Brian that it was never going to be over as the rod slid in
and out like a piston. However eventually the juices flowed and Sean pulled
out to allow Mick to enter. To take his mind off what was happening, Brian
tried to compare Sean's Chippewa engineer boots with the Wesco Boss style
that now came into view. But such thoughts went quickly as Mick's very
different fucking style took over. He was to learn that Mick's cock was
deceptive. It did not look large until he was aroused when it seemed to
grow into a mighty hose with thick ridges half way along. The hose metaphor
also continued when he shot, as it seemed to pump and pump juices out like
the tap had been turned full on. Mick also had no sensitive bones in his
body. He stood behind Brian and before Brian could take in the fine detail
of the Wesco Boss boots, his butt was rammed at full force and the cock,
that had risen to its full length as Mick watched his mates have their
turn, ploughed into the now slippery passage and up a good 10 inches
inside. Mick just paused to take a breath and then began to pound in and
out, also lifting Brian off the bench as those ridges lining Mick's cock
grabbed inside his chute and pulled him up for a brief second before
crashing down again and forcing itself in further than Brian thought was
possible. However at least Mick came quickly although his whole weight
collapsing on him pushed the breath out of Brian as the man juices
continued to flow and flow.

Only one more but it was to be the worst. Jeff had waited to last because
he knew that the fucking his monster machine would provide would probably
leave Brian's arse too sloppy to properly service the other guys. As Brian
saw the high lineman boots come into view he had a flash of the monster
that had accompanied them when his mouth had been ravished.  He now felt it
line up with his hole, which although stretched by the 5 cocks that had
gone before was pushed wider and wider as Jeff pushed that monstrous head
in. Thankfully he was more aware than Mick of what his equipment was
capable of and he took it fairly slowly but Brian could hear the other guys
whistling with both amazement and delight as they watched what seemed like
a telegraph pole slowly but surely force it's way in. There was a short
lived relief as the massive head passed through but only short because the
gigantic long rod followed and pushed further than any of the other
invaders. Brian felt Jeff's balls slapping his butt and knew he was
completely impaled but he was not prepared for what followed. Jeff did not
pull out but straightened up and Brian rose as well. He was hanging on the
pole that jutted out of Jeff and seemed to completely fill Brian's
rectum. To the howls of laughter of the guys, Jeff turned around and walked
across the room and Brian went too, flopping like a rag doll on the end of
a stick. It was as if one of those lineman boots was rammed right up his
innards. Jeff grabbed both Brian's nipples and squeezed them hard then he
bit down on his neck. Mixed waves of pain and unexplainable pleasure flowed
through him. Finally he was taken back to the bench and he felt the huge
rod begin to slide out before sliding back in. However Jeff did not slam in
and out like some of the other guys. If he had, Brian would probably have
been split in two.  The piston moved up and down, at first slowly but
gradually increasing its speed as Jeff's excitement grew. Finally it was
slammed home and pulses and pulse of jism flowed into Brian. Jeff's yell of
triumph had the other guys giving high fives.  "We have all broken him, he
is ours now, welcome to the gang." Even slightly softer Jeff's cock head
still plopped out with a final burst of pain. Brian fainted dead away.

Some water over his face revived him but he felt a strange pressure in his
backside. Rick told him a plug had been inserted to give time for all their
juices to be absorbed. "We don't want to see it wasted all over the
floor. We have seeded you both front and rear, you are now carrying part of
each of us."

He now knew them intimately and they knew him, he had been fully introduced
and he realised they now owned him. They had used every hole, they had
filled him with piss, spit and cum and he would be their apprentice and
service them for as long and however they wanted him.

When they had finished raping him, Rick said.

"We aren't without any fucking heart mate. Now you can have your turn".

He was again taken and chained back up to the verandah posts where the
torture had begun. His cock and balls were unwrapped from the leather
straps and thongs that had been binding them. The pain of release almost
had him fainting away again.

They again took turns, this time in pairs with one grabbing him from
behind, squeezing and playing with his tits while the other grabbed his
poor cock and rubbed it up and down. After a few minutes, they swapped so
that he had alternately rough fingers, leather gloves and smooth fingers
(Sean). Each had a different technique and the agreement was that whoever
made him cum would be his number one master, the one who would take first
place in his new life with six leathered and booted men in control.

All the night's treatment suddenly had it's effect as Brian's cock exploded
and ropes of cum jettisoned over the ground.  The winner was ..... Jeff.


Jeff whooped. "He's mine, all mine"

Then he seemed to become more caring of what was now his property. With the
help of some of the others, he unchained Brian and threw him over his
shoulder taking him inside and laying him on a mattress on the floor. He
connected the leg chains together but still giving Brian some movement and
also padlocked a chain between his wrists. Another long chain was fixed
from his neck collar to his wrists and down to his leg chain allowing him
to lie in a foetal position but not completely stretch out. A blanket was
thrown over him. As he lay there, he realised the guys were climbing into
beds in the next rooms.  Soon there was only loud snoring and somehow,
although every part of his body was aching, exhausted, he fell asleep.

Brian Ralph
NZ
bralph@vodafone.co.nz