You finish your last smoke and charlie tells you to have a seat. He slips the mask over your head and brings out a big fuKK off cigar out of his bomber, along with a couple packs of reds. Your breathing is controled by the mask and your vision is limited. You can smell the smoke from the big ring cigar and soon the mask is filled with smoke as charlie inserted it into a hole specially made for your treatment. You can breathe nothing but the thick gar smoke, and your rock hard skincock tingles as the smoke brings out the ink and metal... you gain ink all over your cock and feel more metal invading your face. you have no choice now as your addicted mind transforms into a total skinhead smoke slave. while your mind and body is painfully accepting all the modifications charlie is busy binding an entire pack of reds together for your next treatment. You can only imagine what kind of ink you're in for next.....