The Beagle is the only gay leather club within 100 miles. It's mascot is an obscene character of Snoopy's
cousin Spike all dressed in leather.
Snake's new owners really loved their new purchases. They found themselves wearing Jason more and more each
day.
Jason had been in shock when his body was ripped into a hundred pieces. He slowly came to terms with having a
single consciousness divided into many pieces. He discovered that he could exert influence his wearers. The
longer they wore him, the more he could control them. The more of himself that came together, the more he
could exert control. He discovered this the first night of Leatherfest at the Beagle. A fat hairy middle aged
man wearing a leather vest without any shirt between it and his skin brushed against a young blonde guy
wearing only leather shorts and boots. The shorts and the vest were both Snake. He felt his presence and
power grow stronger. He willed the two men together.
They woke up in bed together the next morning. Zeke, the big bear, normally preferred hairy cubs, but he felt
right with the smooth blonde twink. Similarly, the twink Dylan usually preferred muscle hunks in leather, but
he felt safe and secure with Zeke's hairy belly pressing against his smooth back.
The Beagle was the answer thought Snake. He concentrated.
The second night of Leatherfest, nearly 50 pieces of Snake came together. Needless to say the party devolved
into a huge orgy. If the club owner hadn't been wearing leather chaps that were part of Jason, he probably
would have broken it up before it became so extreme.
The third night Jason was able to compel his wearers to toss their vests, chaps, shorts, collars, armbands,
gloves, hats, hoods, gags, and other leather items all in a pile as they made love. He was mostly complete. He
concentrated and concentrated and he resumed a human shape. He dressed himself in the leather garments that
had been tossed in the pile that hadn't been part of him. He left the drunken naked debauchers sleeping it off
at about 6 AM, and he went in search of his missing pieces, and then he'd go after Vinnie.
Pure anger and willpower had almost broken Vinnie's spell. Jason felt the urge to explode into 95 pieces, but
he kept it together. He had to keep it - he had to hold himself together. It would be better when he was
whole again.
Snake stopped on a quiet residential street. He turned and stared at a house. He knew a piece of him was
inside. He shuddered. He knew that house. He hesitated. He straightened up. Maybe no one was home. He
started up the walk. He had to get himself back together.