X-Change

Author: CowBoy1973
Title: X-Change
Date: 20 May 2007

I woke up in a small room. No windows. Just a door. I tried to move, but couldn’t;I was lying spread-eagled on a bed, hands and feet secured with leather cuffs and chains to the 4 posts of the bed. I was in panic, but I couldn’t move or make any noise, because there was a rubber plug in my mouth, secured with straps behind my head.

Slowly I remembered what had happened before:

It was Friday afternoon. I had left my apartment (well, I was studying at the university – not at my home town - so my parents rent an apartment for me), and was waiting for the bus to go to the city and do some shopping. I wore some everyday 501 jeans, Adidas sneakers and a white shirt. Nothing special. At 23, slim body, dark blond hair never attracted much attention with my looks, but I’ve always adored good looking guys wearing trendy outfits, or even leather or boots – but I had never said I was gay. Ok, I’ve never had sex with a girl and I still hoped to find the right one. For those 2 years I’d been living in that apartment I had had the chance to surf the web and chat a lot. My parents never cared much about me – they were always busy. They just paid the rent and sent me some money for living. Somehow I found some websites and chatrooms concerning leather, sm, and stuff like that. There I started to create different profiles to talk to leather guys, fashion freaks, slaves and tops. With all the different profiles I could easily find out more about them. Sometimes I pretended to be a slave, sometimes I was just myself – always using 3 or 4 different profiles. I even sent some of my pictures to guys I thought I could trust.

Ok, back to the bus stop. I was standing there, when suddenly I heard a guy’s distant voice calling “HEY COWBOY!”. I looked around, but couldn’t see anybody at that moment. I was a little nervous, because you have to know that one of my profiles in a gay chat room was COWBOY. Suddenly another call “HEY COWBOY! – Or shall I call you TOMSUB or better STEVE?”
Shit! These were all the nicks I used in different ways. Steve was my real name. That was impossible. How could somebody know about all of them? There, one block away, I suddenly saw a tall guy just leaning at the wall. Somehow he knew who I was and I had to find out how! My knees were weak, but I started to walk towards him. When I approached him, I could see that he was in his mid thirties, in good shape, wearing laced leather pants, a leather jacket and some kind of engineer’s boots under the his pants. He wore black spiked hair and a goatie.
At least he smiled and then said: “Hi again. My name’s Rick. I think you have many questions, but let me explain first what you have to know.” He must have recognized that I looked around and was uncomfortable. I didn’t want to be seen with a hot leatherguy, so he guided me around the corner into a more silent alley. There he continued: “I known you very well, because we’ve been chatting very often. Like you, I know how to fake with different profiles on the web, but I also have a lot more tools that made it possible to observe all your steps on the web. I did that because I liked your innocent style and way of life. It’s time to change that!”
My face must have been pale, I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts were racing. Suddenly I saw how he produced a small syringe. I was so confused. Before I could even gather my thoughts I felt the sting in my neck and blacked out.


Now I was still lying there on that bed - in even more panic. I didn’t know at all what that guy wanted from me, but all he’d said was true. If he knew all my cyber identities, he also knew my darkest phantasies.
Soon Rick entered the room through the door. He smiled at me and told me that my life would change from that moment on. I pulled on the straps and shook my body, but didn’t have the slightest chance to escape. I had to lie there and watch as Rick pushed the whole bed through the door along a corridor into another room that seemed like a doctor’s dungeon. On the way he told me that he would now transform me into the guy we both fantasised about when we chatted. My mind was racing. I’d been chatting with so many crazy or kinky guys when I was online. But I had no idea who this guy was. What did he mean by “transforming”??
Suddenly two other very muscular guys entered the room. They both looked similar: They had the same haircut: black, 8 mm, having some tribals shaved on the sides and the back of their head. They were both dressed in full rubber suits and very high laced ranger boots. At this moment I finally recognised that my dick was rockhard.
Rick explained that these guys would assist him and I’d better do what he told me.

So all three helped me get off the bed and made me stand in the middle of the room. I couldn’t even think of getting away. I also still felt a little weak. They immediately secured my wrists in leather cuffs which were connected to the ceiling. Same thing happened to my feet with my legs spread 2 feet apart. Now I was standing there spread-eagled. I was helpless again.

The two guys started to play with my nipples while Rick shaved my cock and balls. I was so embarrassed, cause this was the first time a guy touched me, but my cock was still hard. Next Rick put a device on my cock and balls that looked like a combination of a cockring and a ball stretcher. It felt really strange. My cock became even harder and my balls felt separated from my body.
Rick showed me a remote control, pressed some buttons and I felt a slight tingle and vibrating on my cock and balls. It felt good and kept my cock hard as rock. Next Rick applied some shaving cream to the rest of my body and shaved me from neck down. I felt so naked and vulnerable, but it made me even more horny. Then he put a leather harness on my body that was also connected to the cock-ball-device. He forced a plug into my butt. I had never had something up my ass, so I first tried to resist. But not for long, cause one of the rubber guys took my balls in his hand and started to squeeze them until I gave up and let the intruder in. I thought my ass would tear apart! Finally the plug was fixed by the harness. No way to come out.
Another button on the remote control and the plug began to vibrate and tingle too. The harness was secured by several padlocks. As long as I was with these guys they would control my body functions and stimulation.

I felt so strange and so horny, but the stimulation was not strong enough to make me cum. I noticed that I was moving my hips forward and back and precum dripped out off my cock. Rick said: “Not so fast, we still have a long way to go.” On the opposite wall he opened a curtain that revealed a large mirror. There I could see myself – totally shaved in a harness with a hard dripping cock. I was frightened again.
Rick continued: “Now you’re totally under control. But I want more. You’re a cute guy, but when I’m done with you you’ll be a gay sexy toy boy. Tomorrow COWBOY won’t be just your nick any more.
Let’s start with your hair and face.”

Rick put a wide stiff leather collar around my neck. I couldn’t move my head any more. Then he took off the gag. I started to cry out immediately, but with my first shout I felt an electric shock in my ass and balls that made me just whine.
Rick worked on my hair with clipper and scissors while one rubber guy worked my tits and the other guy started to suck my cock slowly. I just gave up and accepted what they did to me. I was sure I would have a bald head the next day. When Rick was done he put some fluid on the hair that was left. He immediately reinserted the gag into my mouth. Then he used tweezers to thin out my eyebrows and put some of the same fluid on them. After that the guys left the room. There I stood for about half an hour. Alone. In harness, treated like a prisoner. My dick was still being stimulated by the device. Also the plug was still doing its job. I started to admire that guy in the mirror somehow and I also started to hate myself for being in that position.

When the guys returned into the room my stiff collar came off and my whole body was showered with warm water. All the liquid came off my head and eyebrows, too. In the mirror I could see that my hair and eyebrows were bleached now. I had a haircut somehow like a stylish iroquois, light blond. What had they done to me? They took off the cuffs, too, and forced me to lay face-down on a bondage table. They strapped down my whole body. My arms and even each finger were secured far apart on special arm rests. There were holes in the table for my cock, balls, nipples and for my face. I couldn’t move an inch, even my head was strapped down, but I could observe all the things that happened under the table:
Rick crawled under the table with some tools I hadn’t seen before. He looked at my rock hard cock and said “oh, we should take care of this one” and put a cup on the floor to collect my precum. “Now you’ll get your first permanent marks. Let’s see. I think I’ll have your nipples pierced first.” I tried to protest. No piercings! That was too much! But what could I do?
I felt the pain in my left nipple, then in the right one. Rick inserted a small silver ring into each nipple. Then he rubbed my cock and produced some more precum. I moaned while I had to watch how my dick got 3 frenum rings. To one of the rings a curved 2 inch wand was connected that went directly into my piss slit. It burned like hell when the wand found its way! All my body openings were filled up now somehow. I felt even more helpless and controlled. And yes, it turned me on!

When Rick stood up again I felt him fumbling my left ear: two more rings. I felt him take off my gag again. I knew that I wasn’t in the position to protest again, but I tried. He just ignored it. Rick appeared under the table again and stared into my eyes. I got three more rings: The first into my left bleached eyebrow, the second one into the left side of my nose. All these piercings burnt like hell. I had tears in my eyes. I had to accept all this, because I couldn’t move an inch!
Rick said: “Out with your tongue!”. I begged him not to pierce my tongue because I was really afraid of it. He just grabbed the remote again and I felt a constant pain in my dick and balls. On the same time he massaged my hard cock and said: “Just protrude your tongue!” I obeyed and the pain in my balls didn’t stop before I had a small silver bar in my tongue that began immediately to swell. The gag came back in my mouth. All that was so humiliating.

The guys left the room. I was alone with all the changes and had some time to think about my situation. My mind was racing. My cock was ready to explode but the constant stimulation wasn’t enough to make me cum. I was afraid of those guy’s further plans. I didn’t know what I looked like, but somehow I knew that I didn’t want to be seen by anyone with all these changes and modifications. I was so confused, because I realised I was turned on by all this!

After some time the three guys returned and fumbled something on my back. Then I heard some machine buzzing and suddenly there was a pain that felt like someone was cutting into my back with some knives. It went on for an eternity. Rick explained I’d get a nice tribal tattoo on my back, from neck down to my ass crack. After one more failed effort at protest, I got used to the thought that I had to accept my fate.

There was a flat tv-screen on the floor in front of my face which showed pictures and movies of hot looking guys in bondage. They wore leather, boots, got forcibly shaved, pierced, had sex, … I couldn’t believe it, but I was turned on by the sight of these helpless boys. I had to watch those scenes all the time the three guys were working on my back.

I think it took at least 3 hours. And it hurt like hell! During his work Rick talked with a calm voice: “Steve, you have to know that I wanted to possess you since our first chat on the web. Money isn’t important to me because I’ve got more than I could ever spend. During the last years I focussed on bondage, sm and slave boys. I had several slaves here in this dungeon, but they all came here as willing slaves. After we played I let them go. You are different because to be here is not your free will. And on Sunday you will leave as a slave, not my slave, but a slave of your new life that I give you. I’ll train you to be addicted to sex, fetishes, leather, boots, …”

Somehow that guy knew what he did. I was even more afraid and aroused at the same time. And I saw more precum dripping into the cup. Yes, I had to cum so badly!

After an eternity of torment Rick crawled under the table and looked into my eyes again. “You’ve got such beautiful eyes. We should bring them out a little more.” So he got closer to my eyes with some kind of tattoo needle. The other guys held my head! I immediately closed my eyes, but he did something to my eye lid that burnt like hell again. I was in pain and fear. When he was done with both eyes, Rick held a mirror in front of my face. My eyes were red from pain, blood and tears, but I could see a black line on my lid – like makeup. But I knew it was no makeup. No, it was permanent now. My face looked different with all those piercings, coloured eyebrows and this permanent makeup. Somehow androgynous or gay like a gay bitch? – and it made me even more horny. “Now the nails.” While I saw my precum drip into the cup, the other two guys applied some black nail polish on my finger nails. Somehow I was sure I wouldn’t get rid of that black colour for quite some time.
At the same moment a new picture appeared on the tv screen in front of me. I could see a straw blond guy being tied to a bondage table. I knew it was me and I was shocked. There was a huge tribal tattoo on my back. It started just above my ass crack and went along my spine to my neck. I was sure I would have towear turtle necks from that day on if I didn’t want everybody to see the top of the tribal mark on my neck! Now I became more and more conscious of the fact that there was no way back. Even if I’d ever get out of that place I’d be marked forever and the marks would always remind me that all that humiliation even turned me on. I was a prisoner of my own fetishes.

I had to spend the rest of the night in that position. They left me alone in the room, helpless, watching movies of humiliated good looking guys wearing leather and rubber. I must have dozed away sometimes, but even during that time I still heard these guys moaning and talking about leather, boots and sex. My tongue was still swollen and my back was hurting The more I thought about my situation the more I felt guilty because all I still wanted was to shoot my load. And didn’t I tell people in the chatrooms earlier that I was a slave?

I had no idea how much time had passed. When Rick and the guys re-entered the room, he wished me a good morning and told me that it was time to continue my preparation.

What else was to come? I was sure it couldn’t be worse!

They undid all the straps which had restrained me to the table. I was so weak I didn’t even think of resisting. They made me stand again in the middle of the room and connected my arms to chains that hung from the ceiling. Rick looked at my still hard cock and smiled. I didn’t know for how many hours my cock had been constantly hard.. Again I could see myself in that big mirror. That couldn’t be me! I was looking totally different: Blond hair, piercings all over my body, black eyeliner and black nail polish. Wearing a body harness, a strange cock-ball device and a gag in my mouth. I saw a tired and desperate look in my eyes that appeared much bigger now. My balls and dick were swollen and aching, still producing precum.

The two guys started to touch every sensitive part of my body. They worked my nipples. I started to moan into the gag. Rick brought a large box. When he opened it he first took out a pair of leather shorts and made me get my feet into them. Well, I didn’t have any choice. It had a zipper in the back and an opening in the front, where my cock and balls came through. Two strong black zippers could be pulled up on both sides of my cock and balls forming a leather pouch around my crotch. This device was quite tight. It was secured by leather straps around each thigh and my waist. All being completed with padlocks. I wouldn’t be able to take it off. Neither this one nor the harness. Just my cock still stood there out of the pants straight up in the air.

Next, Rick took a pair of black leather jeans out of the box and helped me into them. It felt so good! They were exactly my size and as tight as a second skin, but they had a strange cut: Very low rise and slightly bootcut. Rick didn’t close the zipper, because he left my cock and balls exposed at the front.
The two guys were still massaging and tickling my body. My whole body was so sensitive in all that tight leather. It really turned me on. I just wanted to shoot my load.

Rick went back to the box and smiled. “Now we come to my favorite items. Your nickname was cowboy, so you will be a gay cow-boy from now on.” He produced a pair of black boots out of the box. They looked like some kind of cowboy boots, but were quite more extreme. Very underslung heels, at least 3 inches high. The toes were pointed like needles and had some silver decoration attached.
Rick continued: “From now on these boots will be the symbol of your whole being. You will learn to walk in them – and believe me, it’s a pleasure to feel them all day long. Everybody will see how hot a cowboy can be!” Rick placed the boots right in front of me on a table, so I could have a better look at them. He was right, these boots looked damn strange – but I would never dare to wear them outside. I couldn’t even believe that any guy would be able to walk with those heels.
Rick told the two guys to stop fumbling me. He handed them the cup with my precum and told them to add their cum. So the two guys stood in front of me, took out their dicks and started massaging each other’s cock! Meanwhile Rick took the gag out of my mouth and added another one which had a tube attached that was connected to a funnel. The two guys suddenly shot their loads simultaneously into the cup. They milked each other dry and I just wondered how much cum they could produce. The cup was halffilled with cum! Rick somehow could read my thoughts and told me they were trained well.

Some moments later Rick said: “Now let’s Steve have his christening!” He pressed some buttons on his remote control and the pulsation of the plug up my ass increased. I moaned. It was still not enough to let me cum, but it was so intense. While Rick took the boots in his hand, the two guys came closer with the cup.
Rick forced my left foot into the first boot. I really had to struggle to get into it. It was so tight! Suddenly my foot slipped in the last few inches and my toes were pressed together. I thought I’d never get out of these boots in my whole life. What a strange and hot feeling! Exactly at the same moment when my right foot slipped into the second boots, one of the two guys poured all the mix of cum and precum into the funnel that was attached to my gag. I felt so hot and so much disgust at the same moment. My whole body shook because of all the sensations and the tight leather. I had to swallow all that cum! I gagged. And I still had to cum so badly.

Rick told me that now I was a real cumslut. Oh, I knew, he was so right, because I still felt so horny and so guilty. I looked into the mirror and saw a hot guy leather and kinky boots.

Rick told me that I was a horny cow-boy who needed a bull to practice. They took out my gag and my plug (both pants had zippers in the back, so this was no problem) and took off the chains. What a relief! Then they guided me into another room. I felt so strange walking in those boots but with every step it turned me on. The way I walked must have looked absolutely silly, but I was too weak to resist the guys.
I was led into a small room without a window. The walls, bottom and ceiling were padded with black rubber. All that smelled so hot.
In the middle of that room stood a strange item. It looked like a black mechanical bull for bullriding, just a little smaller. There was also a kind of a saddle attached to it.

I was forced to get on that bull. Once my boots were both in the stirrups, two steel cuffs shot out off the bull’s torso grabbing my ankles. Instinctively I grabbed the two handles that were just in front of me. Two more fast clicks and my hands were secured into 2 other cuffs that shot out of the bull’s torso. Rick laughed out: “You learn fast how to get on a bull. Enjoy the ride.” Then they all left the room.

Suddenly a TV screen switched on in front of me. It showed movies of leather guys and slaves being tortured and forced to have sex again. Then in front of my cock and balls the bull produced a sheath coming out and sucking my dick in. I felt so helpless! The sheath started to suck my dick slowly. It felt so good! At the same moment there was some pressure at my butt. Something tried to intrude my ass! I had no chance to resist when a big dildo made its way deep and deeper into my body. It was a machine, so I couldn’t do anything about it! So humilating. I didn’t dare to move my body in any direction now because all those senses made me crazy. Just when my breath calmed down a little, the whole bull started to rock forward. Then back again. Then it became a little faster. I tried to adjust the movement and my ass went up and down. I involuntarily fucked that dildo!
Suddenly I could see myself on the tv screen. It looked so hot how that leather cowboy was riding that thing – fighting his fate. I was turned on by the view of myself. What was happening? The cock device pumped harder and I got closer to cum! My mind was racing. Forward and back, in and out. It went on for an eternity. Then I finally game closer, the sucking and rocking became so intense. Finally I shot my load and cried out loud. But the sucking stopped immediately. I was so horny and wanted to be milked dry. I wanted that damn bull to go on moving.
It was over. I sat there with that dildo up my ass, having shot a little load, but it was not really fulfilling! I was exhausted and felt so guilty.

Rick and the guys came back into the room, helped me to get off the bull. They reinserted the plug into my butt and took me to the room with the bed. They secured me to the bed again. They wanted me to get some rest. There was just the slight electric tingling in my balls, dick and ass. I hated it. I must have fallen asleep.

Some shock in my balls made me wake up and cry out loud. Rick stood next to the bed with the remote control in his hand. He told me it was Saturday evening and time to get up because we’d go out that night.
We’d go out? Hope was growing inside my mind – maybe that was my chance to get away from these crazy guys. Somehow Rick could read my mind again and waved the remote control: “This is my insurance that you’ll behave like a good boy!”. I felt another shock in my balls and cried out again. Yes, I understood!

I was led to the big mirror again. There Rick gave me a tight white shirt to pull over the harness and a tight jacket of shining PCV. I looked at that hot guy in the mirror. He looked like a gay leather bitch! That couldn’t be me! I realised that my dick was hard again, now encased in its tight leather prison.
While the two guys held me by my arms, Rick forced a leather hood without any eye holes over my head and laced it tight. It was buckled around my neck and secured by a padlock. Ok, I knew I wouldn’t get out until he let me!

I was led up some stairs, then out of a building and into a van. Just Rick and I drove some miles until he stopped and took off my hood again. I recognised the place: at least we were in the town where I lived. We got out of the van.
I was embarrassed! I didn’t want anybody to see me in that outfit! I had that blond iroquois haircut, was pierced, tattooed, forced into a gay leather outfit and boots that felt so strange on my feet all the time.
We walked about a mile along the most crowded streets of the town where I was living. With every step I felt the boots on my feet. I concentrated on walking, but I had to get used to those underslung heels. Then there was still that plug up my butt. I was sure it made me walk even more strange. These boots dominated my whole person somehow. I was horny and felt naked, because I saw people staring at me! Suddenly there were two guys I knew from the university. I think they didn’t recognise me, but I saw the looks in their eyes. Did they probably like what they saw?

My mind was racing and the whole situation turned me on somehow. We arrived at a gay leather bar and went inside. All the guys stared at me. Some touched my ass. I felt like a raw piece of meat!
First Rick ordered a Long Island Ice Tea for me. I drank it quite fast, because I was thirsty. Too fast! It also made me dizzy. Then we went to a separate room. A little dungeon. Two guys grabbed me, took off my jacket and shirt, then they tied me to a cross – spread eagled. Rick opened the front zippers of my leather jeans and pants and pulled out my dick and balls. There were 10 or 11 other leather guys in the room. Rick told them that they could make me cum for 20 bucks. The one who milked me dry would get the whole money.
Oh no, what had he planned? I had never been touched by any guy before.

Again they forced a gag with tube and funnel into my mouth and the first guy started working on my dick. He took his time. After 20 minutes of rubbing and teasing I finally shot my load. They collected my semen in a jar, filled it up with rum and made me swallow it!
10 minutes break, then the next guy paid 20 bucks. He made his own slave kneel in front of me and made him suck my dick. It was terrible! I wasn’t horny at all. That feeling was so strange. I was sure I couldn’t cum again. But after a while the sensation came back. It took some time and I shot my load into the slave’s mouth. My dick hurt! The slave spit the cum into the jar, and again it was filled up with rum and fed to me. The world started to turn around me. I struggled and moaned, because I wanted to get out of that place. All my muscles hurt. Then the third guy started working my dick. After an eternity he finally made my red cock hard again! I couldn’t believe that!
Another eternity and my whole body shook! I came again, but there were just some drops, which meant another rum-cum-cocktail for me. Somehow the room was really rotating now. I felt sick and so exhausted.
The next leatherguy started to work on my dick. I whined and moaned, because my dick hurt so badly. I didn’t want to cum again. It must have taken hours until my cock got hard again. I was desperate. No, not again! And there it was. There I came again. At the same time they poured more rum into the funnel. I swallowed. My cock hurt like hell. It pumped, but nothing came out. More rum. I passed out!


I opened my eyes. What I saw was the ceiling of my living room. I was lying on my couch. Oh what a strange dream! I felt a little sick and my body felt tired. But why wasn’t I in my bed? And what about that tingling on my cock? I immediately jumped off the couch and realised that I wore leather pants, those crazy boots and the harness. Shit! My heart was racing. But at least I was back home and all seemed to be over. Then I realised that my cock was hard again: I had to admit that this outfit turned me on. Could that be real? I was totally confused.

I just sat down to get out of all that fetish stuff when I saw a letter lying on the table:

“Good morning Steve and welcome to your new life,
from now on everybody will see what you are: a gay horny fetish boy who is into leather and hot footwear. We cleaned up your wardrobe a little to make sure you stay what you are right now. All your piercings are permanent, so don’t try to take them out. It won’t work without special tools!”

That was it. I felt even more sick now. I immediately went to my bedroom and what I saw hit me. In front of my television stood that mechanical bull I had ridden during all that torment. What did that mean? I went to my wardrobe and opened the doors. All my clothes had gone! Instead the shelves were filled with three black leather jeans, all different style. But all low rise and slightly bootcut. There were several white and black tight shirts and 2 blue torn jeans that rather looked like lady’s jeans – very tight with low rise. Shit! I was trapped. All my shoes and sneakers had gone, too. Instead there was another pair of cowboy boots. The colour was white. They were as extremely shaped as the boots I was still wearing. In all those things I would look like a gay hustler. My dick became harder again what made me frightened because I realised that in my mind there was growing an addiction to those outfits and my whole situation.

And there was a second letter in my wardrobe:

“Your training isn’t over yet! We know you’re horny now, because you start to become addicted to all that leather, boots, piercings and sex.
The mechanical bull – we know you enjoyed the ride - is linked to your cock and ball device.
You ‘ll have to ride that bull every 30 hours. If not, after exactly 30 hours your cock and balls will start to hurt. The pain will increase during the following two hours to an unbearable point. You wouldn’t wanna try that!
Always wear your full outfit when you’re on the bull!

Similar rule for the plug: Take it out when you get on the bull. For the time you’re not on the bull you’ll have to wear the plug. You may take it out for the maximum of one hour. After that period the pain in your cock will force you to re-insert it – and then it has to stay in place for at least 2 hours!

Before you go to bed at night the tv screen will show you what to wear the following day.”

I didn’t know what to do. I was trapped. I was sure I couldn’t leave my apartment any more. What would my friends and other people say? How could I go to to my lectures at the university the next day? My dick was rock hard.

The tingling in my dick became more intense. My tv switched on and a voice said “time for the first ride”. I knew I didn’t have a choice – at least not at that moment. So I opened the front and rear zips of my pants, took out the plug and my red dick and sat down on the bull – like on a motor bike. The cuffs on my legs and wrists snapped shut immediately and I was trapped again. The dildo made its way up my ass and my cock was sucked in by the tube again. The bull started to move … the tv screen showed gay fetish and bdsm movies again. I didn’t fight all that any more. No, it made me even more horny. I just worried how people would react on my new style. The ride became more intense. My mind drifted away into the world of gay leather and boots and I didn’t realise how addicted I was becoming to all that … That's my first story with very special fetishes and phantasies. Send me your comments: hotboots@gmx.de
Thanks to bikernott for editing and helping with the English language.