Mitch remembered that there was an auto repair shop a couple blocks from where he lived. That had to be where he'd dropped off his old Harley. He was a gigantic, tattooed biker on the outside, but a part of the old him still lingered inside his head. He wasn't used to the frightened stares he garnered as he confidently marched through the streets. He felt that something was off, but didn't have the intelligence or patience to figure it out anymore, he was too angry and too eager to beat someone to a pulp if he ever looked at him funny. Then drag them off to some dark corner and give them a good fucking so they know never to mess with him again. He got a real taste for that when he was in prison, he was always the biggest and strongest out of everyone locked up with him so he could always pick and choose who to turn into his personal bitch. Deep down Mitch still knew that this was wrong, but he didn’t know how or why, it royally pissed him off. He pulled out a cheap cigar out of his vest and lit it up, the smoke calmed him down a little. He loved smoking a cigar when he was balls deep in some biker bear’s tight ass, but that had to wait, he needed to get his hog back first.
The workshop he left it at looked familiar but at the same time all wrong. It was supposed to be owned by his gang, with a mix of metal band and bear porn posters plastered all over the walls. Blasting loud music you could hear from outside and still didn’t completely drown out the moans of men fucking. What he saw instead was a chubby, balding grandpa in overalls, looking so disgustingly friendly and innocent with his big mustache over his smiling mouth. All of it was gone as soon as he noticed Mitch stepping inside, he must have known right away that the gigantic, tattooed biker who was smoking a cigar and massaging his huge bulge was up to no good. He told his younger assistant to wait in the back as he approached Mitch. “Look mister I don’t know who you are but I don’t want any trouble…” for some reason Mitch was surprised so see someone being this scared of him, he knew that this wasn’t the first time and that this was the respect he deserved but something still felt off about this, like some part of him was trying to stop him from what he was about to do. He wasn’t going to let it, he was going to make things right. Mitch looked at the tattoo on his arm, it had the power to corrupt anyone and turn them into a member of his gang. He looked at the frightened repair shop owner in front of him, it was time to turn him into a daddy biker bear who will enjoy spitroasting that hiding assistant as much as he will.