Pubert: Happy IML weekend!
Groeper: I can't believe you are going to be out of town and miss the festivities.
P: I know, I am going on a writer's trip to glamorous Shreveport, Louisiana.
G: No sling for you this year!
P: This cover is great. It's interesting that they released two different covers.
G: One is more graphic than the other. Hey, It's IML. You can't be too graphic!
Our leather adventure begins with bright yellow opening credits.
P: Is this going to be like Lethal Weapon? Is Mel Gibson going to show up with a mullet?
G: One stud visits two guys at their house.
P: What language are they speaking?
G: It sounds either Russian or Czech. Thank God there are subtitles.
P: The furniture in the house is soooo 1980s.
G: They are too old to be college students. There is no excuse for the décor.
P: Who just walks into someone's house and starts talking about a three-way?
G: You don't? ( ahem ) I mean, that's as tacky as their apartment.
P: One of them explains that he has joined a secret sex club called—what else—Leather Weapon.
G: That's a catchy name.
P: Where do I sign up?
G: One stud is a double agent and told the big boss that they are exposed... so to speak.
P: Russian spies? Secret clubs? The plot thickens!
G: Let's get to the sex. After one leaves the tacky house, the two dudes in the house make their own three-way with a dildo.
P: Is that like making it a Manwich night?
G: When you can't find a third break out your rubber friend.
P: What a great lesson for all the IML attendees.
G: It's funny how "ohh" sounds the same in any language.
P: He's licking up his own cum off his neatly shaved chest.
The big boss wants to punish the gossip girl and he's kidnapped to a dungeon.
G: A ball gag in the mouth and now forced to lick boots. It's beginning to look a lot like Leather weekend!
P: There are no subtitles in this part. I have no idea what they are saying.
G: I am sure it is dirty, like "suck it" and "harder!"
P: He just pinched his nose shut while he sucked his dick.
G: Talk about choking the chicken.
P: He has something green on his ass.
G: Maybe he had a salad for lunch.
P: He's getting double-penetrated.
G: Wow, they are tag teaming him with an upside-down, backward fuck.
P: In figure skating terms, that would take a lot of practice.
The snitch reports back to the boss of the secret society.
G: I guess this is how they treat an informant.
P: Yeah, by fucking him.
G: The big boss has a big dick.
P: How do you think he got the job?
G: He is literally pummeling him with it down the throat.
P: Such a regal, pristine white chair to finger him on.
The last scene is a ceremony involving a new inductee for the LW.
G: It sure is smoky in the room.
P: I think it's from the cigar the boss is smoking. Just a hunch.
G: I am going to give you a spanking, smart ass.
P: They have the newbie to the society trapped in a triangle cage.
G: The candidate has to pass a test.
P: I think it's a blowjob test. I could ace that one!
G: There are so many candles in the room, hopefully they don't start a fire.
P: Good use of leather benches.
G: Oops, his harness is all twisted.
P: Is that like having your panties in a bunch?
G: Now they all come back together as a group.
P: And cum as a group, as well.
Pubert: Finger down the throat.
Groeper: Thumbs up the butt.
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