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Biker Bar, the sold slave, chapter 6
It's hard to get any sleep when you have a large metal can shoved deep up your ass but if you are tired enough you can. After having Travis' fist in my gut for most of last night, I basically passed out on the floor of my cell. If it wasn't for the piss that was streaming all over my face, I could have probably slept even longer, but the second I felt that piss, and started to wake up, the first thing I did was reach down to my ass to make sure I still had that can.
I was never so happy to feel my ass clench on that can. I don't know if Travis was serious or not, but he had done everything he promised to do, so I didn't want to take that chance. I opened my eyes to see Travis staring down at me with a cigar hanging out of his mouth and his cock spraying me with piss.
"Wake up devil dog." Travis said as his boot connected with my side.
It took me a second to react, but I got up on my knees started to open my mouth but stopped when I heard Travis laugh. "It figures you would want piss and cock first thing in the morning dog, but I aint here to feed you. Follow me." Travis turned and walked out of the cell and down the hall.
This was the first time I was not escorted or carried down the hall. In fact, this was the first time I was allowed out of my cell without being cuffed or restrained. I was enjoying it until I realized that even if I were to run, there was no place I could go. I had no clothes, no money. They had my bike. So while I was free, I was still not.
Travis opened the door to his room and motioned for me to go inside. As soon as I was in the door I was grabbed by two guys and bent over a table. Without lube or warning, Travis pushed his hand into my ass as I tried to scream. Tried only because one of the two guys holding me down shoved something into my mouth.
Travis reached into my ass and tapped on that metal can and started to laugh. "I told you he could hold that can in his ass overnight. And I still think he can carry that can cross country when we ride to meet with our guys in California."
Travis couldn't get his hands around the can so he pulled out and told me to push. Once it started to move it came right out, covered in lube and shit. But that didn't seem to phase Travis or his friends as they all high fived and congratulated him.
Travis went over and sat down on the couch while the guys let go of me and allowed me to stand up. One pushed me toward Travis while the other one kicked the back of my knee causing me to fall to the floor right between his legs. Travis blew his cigar smoke into my face grabbed my collar bringing my face to his crotch.
"So, devil dog, this is what you will do. You will be sold to one of our sister groups. You see they love having a shit eating cum dump around, but they love having a mule even more. In you I have both." Travis was explaining this to me while rubbing my into his crotch.
"Tonight, one of the guys from that biker club will be here to inspect you. You will be on your best shit eating, piss drinking, cum guzzling behavior or there will be no tomorrow." Travis was being so serious that it was scaring me. "And you will show this guy that you can carry that can just like you did last night."
Travis kicked me off his crotch and the two guys grabbed my arms and picked me up. I was taken out of the room and back into my cell where I was hosed down and cleaned out. They scrubbed me down, and even shoved the hose up my ass to clean me out. They also bent me over and shaved me. I was a prize cow being made ready for a show.
After they were done, I was allowed to get some rest. I slept for a few hours in my cell until the noise of the party woke me up. No one had come to see me yet but I knew it wouldn't be long. I was right.
Travis came walking down the hall and came up to the cell door. "It's about time dawg. The Sergeant at Arms of our sister chapter in California is here. He will be making the decision later tonight. Don't fuck this up dawg or you might find yourself in the kennels next." Travis spit at me with a big wad of cigar spit before leaving.
About an hour later this huge guy came down to the cell. He made Travis look small. His shaved head, and huge arms reminded me of a drill sergeant I used to have in the Marines. He was sucking on one of Travis' cigars and without a word, he unzipped his fly and pulled out a massive cock.
He held his massive cock in his hand putting it through the bars. The ring though the head of his cock must have been half an inch thick and 3 to 4 inches around. It would have dwarfed the cocks of most men but looked right at home on this huge cock head.
I knelt next to the bars and held my mouth open waiting. First it was a dribble, then a stream, then a fire hose but I did my best to keep up. When he was done, I was soaking wet and he was still watching me. I never closed my mouth or tried to wipe away the piss. After a second the man hawked up a load of spit and aimed it at my face. Hitting me directly in eye, the guy turned and left.
A few minutes later, Travis came to the cell with a couple of the other bikers. He didn't say anything, just watched as the guys punched and kicked me until I was a lump on the floor. Then they picked me up and strapped me down into the toilet that was built into my cell. I didn't try to resist.
About an hour later, that same big guy came back. He never said anything, just took his pants off and turned around, sitting right over my face. I could see his ass, and it wasn't long before it started opening and a thick, sticky log started pushing out. Immediately I opened my mouth and started sucking on the end of that log, trying to suck it out of his ass. The log kept coming and it got to the point I had to swallow what I could before it was too much.
Swallowing was easy now. But this shit was sticky, and it kept coming. At some point during this, I felt the hot ashes of his cigar hit my skin, but I didn't react. I knew better. When the guy was finally done, I licked and cleaned to make sure that the man's ass was clean. Then with a swift kick, he got up and I could see Travis standing there watching. The guy nodded at Travis and Travis smiled.
A minute later, I was being picked up and taken to Travis's room. This felt like a repeat of last night, except this guy's hands were huge. I was bent over and greased up like a pig. Then without warning, he started working his hand into my ass. Luckily I was getting better about relaxing my ass and it only took about 5 minutes before he was fully buried in my hole.
Next came the can. It was pushed up my ass and for good measure the guy put his hand in behind it. The guys holding me over the table let go and I was allowed to fall to the floor. I didn't look around or wait to be told, I got on my kneels and crawled to Travis's feet. "This is way we call him Devil Dawg." Travis laughed.
"If he can keep that can in his cunt until morning, I will take him." The man finally spoke.
"Oh he will hold it all weekend if you want him too." Travis said with confidence.
I knelt at Travis' feet while the two men talked. I was worried, but not scared. I mean what more could they do to me now?