Brent looked at his new black leather 'Muir-Cap'.... He had just bought it, and had a 'Screaming-Eagle-Medal' fastened to the front of it.... And it was now filled up with all sorts of mess..... 'Why had he let this happen... ???', 'Why didn't he tell the 'clowns' to stop....???', 'Why was he just standin' there like a real dope.....???', 'And why was his cock totally pulsating in his pants....??!!??'.

The 'clowns' were totally enjoyin' what they were doin' to Brent. A hot leather stud, totally geared-up, just standin' there, not fightin' back, not sayin' anything, just havin' a rather 'incredulous' look on his face, and of course, the total 'boner' he was rockin' in those tight leather jeans and chaps.....

Brent had an awful idea that his 'Muir-Cap' was gonna' go back on his head... He had a beautiful head of hair, always got compliments on it, and he had spent a lot of time this morning makin' it look good for the 'shoot'....
Part of him thought that he regretted ever answerin' that post, but obviously, other 'parts' of him were happy that he did !!!

The 'clowns' saw the look on Brent's face, a mixture of 'apprehension...???', 'fear...???', 'desire....???', 'want...???', so they decided to 'toy' with him for a bit, lettin' the 'anticipation' grow.... Even though Brent's cap was full of pie and cake, the 'clowns' added some more mess to it, so it was now over-flowing... Brent almost shouted out, 'Just do it....!!!!!'.

Finally, the 'clown' with his cap approached him.... Brent just shut his eyes.... The 'clown' then slowly, tryin' not to spill anything, placed the cap back on top of Brent's head.... The other 'clown' came over, and gave the 'Muir-Cap', a few somewhat gentle taps on the top of it, so it really squished down on top of Brent's head....

With his eyes still closed, Brent could feel the mess startin' to ooze outta' his cap, drippin' down into his hair, some of it goin' inside and over the collar of his good black leather jacket..... It was startin' to drip over his face........
'My 'Muir-Cap' !!!', My hair !!!, 'My jacket !!!', were the thoughts that raced through Brent's mind, but he just stood there, lettin' it all happen......

He finally opened his eyes, and wiped some of the mess from his face, gettin' his black leather gloves all messed up....
'Oh F**K' , what else was gonna' happen he thought....... The 'clowns' were havin' a great time, laughin' and jokin' about the hot leather stud, lookin' so totally foolish....

One of the 'clowns' then said, "Those are some really nice boots you're wearin'..."
"Uhh, thanks...", was Brent's reply. He loved his 'Wesco's', over 20 inches tall, nicely polished and shiny.....
The other 'clown' chimed in, "Take 'em off.... Let's see 'em....".

Brent was totally conflicted.... The 'voice-of-reason' was tellin' him 'NO !!!, JUST LEAVE !!!', but the 'voice' that seemed to be emanating from his cock was tellin' him, 'Oh Hell, why not........', and the 'cock-voice' won out....
There was a pretty sturdy chair in the room, and Brent thought it would be a good place to take his boots off.
But just as he was about to sit down, one of the 'clowns' slyly placed a very large, very creamy, and very gooey cake onto the seat of the chair, and Brent promptly sat on it..... The 'clowns' were lovin' it !!!

Brent looked down at the cake he had just sat on.... What a mess !!! His leather jeans and chaps were sure takin' a beating !!!
"Oh F**K', he thought as he slid his ass around in the mess.... Pre-cum was startin' to drip outta' of his 'rock-hard' cock, and it sure felt good !!!

"Your boots ...!!!", the 'clowns' said in unison.........