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Ian was born in a small town called MAN-chester. At a young age, Ian knew that he was different than most when he could not stop sniffing the new leather couch his parents bought. As he got older the desire for leather got stronger. Every Saturday night he would enjoy going to the race track with his parents, not to see the races but to see the hot men in all their leather gear. One night while still in high school, Ian decided to check out a gay bar he had heard about called RAMROD in Boston. Much to his suprise it was a leather bar.
Ian was in HOG heaven with the smell of leather and poppers all around. Needless to say Ian was handcuffed, umm I mean hooked for life. Years passed and when he turned 21 he fell for a hot leather Biker. His new man Max was a true leather biker that wore everything leather. Ian and his new man went on a cross country trip journey with nothing more than a bag of clothes and a pocket full of money. One night while staying at the YMCA, Max was caught in the showers with 3 other guys. Ian knew at that moment his life with Max was over. That night Ian decided to move on. With 50 dollars, a bottle of poppers and a couple of condoms in his pocket he started hitch hiking his way down to the sunnyside of the states. Along the way stopping at leather bars not to mention the truck stops and rest areas here and there, he finally reached Sunny Florida. One of the guys that picked Ian up while hitch hiking was going to the Sawmill campground. That weekend was his first time there and Ian decided to play Bingo and the special guest hostesses were Sister Monica Muffdiver and Novice Sumting Wong, members of the Tampa Bay Missionary Order of The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. The moment Sister Monica saw him across the room she knew Ian was someone she wanted to put a leather collar on and call him hers. That night she went up to him in all her leather gear and much to both of their suprise a connection of leather and something more special was there. The next day after a night of moans, groans and leather bliss, Ian knew he would do anything to protect his leather goddess as well as the other sisters of the Tampa Bay Order. The next morning while taking a shower he heard a voice (not sister monicas) call to him saying "protect the sisters and guard them well, my angel". At that moment Ian knew that his calling was to be Guard Ian Angel of the Tampa Bay Sisters, and so begins the journey of enlightment. | ||||