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Gladiator Breaker

Chicago, IL -- Sometime between Midnight and Noon on Sunday, December 14, 2003, after an evening celebrating Pictures with Santa as the President of Seattle Men in Leather, Dave Lewis passed away of an apparent heart attack... apparently while cruising the internet for sex, logged on as Gladiator Breaker.

I was supposed to have lunch with Daddy Dave that day, but he never showed up. It wasn't like Dave at all. I called my Dragon brother, Gene, to find out if he had heard from Dave. He hadn't. Later that day Gene found Dave's body. That was five years ago today.

Last night I was at the CHC Clubhouse in Chicago with my boy Derek. At 23:00 we raised our glasses and drank a toast in Dave's memory. At the same time in places from Seattle to Saint Lewis my brothers and sisters in the Dragon Clan did the same. Afterward, I took Derek up to the dungeon, tied him down to a floating bondage table and punched his cock and balls until he screamed and shot a thick load of cum all over himself and my rope. I know Dave would have enjoyed watching that scene. He was a twisted fucker and I loved him. He taught me more about being a man than a leather man and I miss his counsel greatly.

Today, I was looking through old pictures and came across the one above of him holding my first collared boy, Chris. He left too soon for my liking, but I am thankful that before he did, he brought the Dragons together as a family. While I doubt I can ever live up to the example he set, it is still an example I strive to achieve.

It might be a little egotistical, but I like to think he'd be proud of the way I grew up.