sal ganuth

What the fuck just happened? Jack stood there in the deserted car park. He hadn’t seen anything amiss when he rode in on his new bike. He’d just cut the motor when three hooded men, brandishing knives surrounded him.
“Nice bike. Nice leathers. Hand them over and we won’t hurt you.”
Jack started to protest but when they threatened him with some serious cuts to his manhood, he submitted.
He was soon standing there naked in broad daylight, watching them disappear into the distance. It sure was a bad day for him to decide to ride commando under his leathers.