Something About The Hint Of Sadness In His Eyes. Id Like To Get Him A Beer.

Something about the hint of sadness in his eyes. I’d like to get him a beer.

Brute Series

See boy? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Just take a look at your friend right here, doesn’t it look like he’s enjoying himself? Go on, flex those muscles for us, Ricky!

Yeah, I bet you didn’t even recognize him until now, but don’t worry, I probably wouldn’t have either if I hadn’t forced that huge gar into his mouth myself.

I tell ya, watching him struggle to hold his breath while the rest of the boys held him down, was quite a sight. But they always give in, sooner or later.

Heh, I reckon it might take a bit longer with you, now that you know what’s ahead, but trust me son - it’s only a matter of time before you’ll be a beefy garpig just like the rest of my boys.

Nothing makes a real man out of ya like our local brew and gars. Hell, your buddy ain’t even done yet, by the time that cigar is finished he will be looking just like the rest of the crowd, a massive, tattooed biker bull with a beard hanging all the way down to his belt, but he already loves it.

Isn’t that right Ricky? How are ya feeling son?

“Fuck… fucking horny boss!”

You can tell that the changes did quite a number on his head, they always do with you, nerdy types. But I guess that with a body and a cock like his you don’t really need to be the sharpest tool in the shed, ain’t that right?

And speaking of cocks, it looks like yours is slowly coming over to our way of thinking.

No, don’t shake your head son, it’s always your body that betrays you first. But what am I even talking about, I bet you just can’t stop thinking about how hot it’s going to be when you’re finally one of us. Wondering how you’re going to look like once that cigar is smoked to its cap.

I can always tell those things, want to hear? But of course you do.

Imagine looking down and seeing a full beard against your chest, all grey and hanging down to your belly button - just like mine, and a massive, round gut spilling out of your leather biker vest. Yeah, you’re going to be fucking huge, real tree trunks for arms, and full of tattoos too, not even an inch of skin visible under all that ink.

Believe me, you’re going to be so fucking enormous that even your boy will be looking like a twerp in comparison. Yeah, that’s right, from today forward you will be Ricky’s horny, biker daddy.

Come on, take a deep breath, I can see how much that cock of yours is leaking at the thought.

The sooner you do, the sooner you will get to bury it deep inside your boy’s tight asshole.

Oh yeah, that’s it! See? You’re puffing like a pro already. That wasn’t so bad after all, was it?

HAIR!!!

He was a BAD boy

Come on, boy! Touch, smell and lick the BOSS!

I’d give Daddy a tongue bath.