Biker Mates

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ BIKER MATES PART TWENTY-TWO

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BIKER MATES PART TWENTY-TWO - This bloke [CHAPTER TWO : TEN YEARS LATER, continued]

Martin did not say anything. He looked down past his own startling hardon at his own beautiful feet planted in the luxurious pile of the apartment carpet.

Directly into his ear, and quietly, I said, "You know how much I want to fuck you."

"I know, Mike."

Stroking him and feeling him, exploring him, I said, "And I will fuck you. I will fuck you, but first tell me what happened next."

Still looking down, he said, "Yeh, Mike. I'll tell yer. I'll tell yer."

Then he didn't say anything.

"You want me to fuck you."

"Yeh," said Martin.

"Tell me what happened... He was sending these photos..." I prompted.

"Yeh," said Martin. "For this totally unknown other bloke on the line... Yeh, an' ... that's when I realised it: This is it!

"This is really it.

"This is who I am. This is what I am. This is who I really am. This is what I really am. This is me.

"That's when it hit home, Mike - like Jez was thumping it into me with a pole up into my ... gizzards..." We laughed. "Literally driving the fact into me via my stomach... It was so... like... 'Nothing!', y'know! Like nothing matters, cs this is what I am, 'n' noth'n else matters."

As Martin talked, I traced an inked frond with my fingertip which spun round his left nipple, and the nipple itself, dark and pink, distended noticeably through the hair on his smooth stained chest. My other hand held his head still, pinching the tendons at the back of his neck.

He continued, "An' I wanted to, you know... THANK him. I felt this like ... GRATITUDE. It was overwhelming. It was fucking amazing. It was the most fucking amazing experience I have ever had."

"That's good Mar, that attitude," I encouraged him.

I looked at his ear. My lips hovered by his head.

"Yeh, an' I just kept thinking, I am gonna FIND some way to thank him. I AM gonna let him know. I AM gonna find some way to let him know how fucking grateful I am for what he has done for me making me realise, making me really appreciate and understand; and, just, fucking, serve him and make him satisfied and make him happy."

"I'm happy for you, Mar, that you feel like that, that you feel that, I dunno, acceptance, cs you're so fucking horney as a sub, as a slave, so good for being a man's plaything..."

Martin was breathing heavily, eyes shining with excitement, a kind of sad excitement. His penis was rock solid; I hardly dared touch it unless he shot. I did not move, my lips close to his head; he could feel my hot breath in his ear, feel my own hot excitement.

"Y. Yeh. Mike. I mean. Like. One. Thing. One thing, obviously, was to keep tight, to hold him in me as tight as I could, so he could feel me trying. And when he got rid of the phone and we was fuckin' again, I thought, 'I hope he can feel me, trying. I hope he can feel me being grateful to him in my hole.'

"An' I thought of how he didn't seem to even know what he was, hurting me without knowing, using me without caring if I was up for it or not. Even when I was screaming through the gag... But he did! He did know what he was doing! He was opening me. He was opening me up... like a door on a garden! And I felt so great. I mean... Jez taught me that."

Yet again, Martin stopped talking for a moment, breathing heavily, red-faced and sniffing emotionally, then said,"Jesus this is making me so hard, rememberin'..." His eyes were wet.

"You're such a slave, Mar; your attitude, what turns you on, everything. Everything about you - your body, your mind, your soul - is slave. It's wonderful." I held him tightly so he could feel my penis and how hard I was.

He continued, "So when he finished... You know, I mean, fucking me and dumping his load into me... I was on fire, wasn't I? Me arse, like so raw. He tied me back up again. Straps to the wall. I'd got his cum running down me and, well, basically, I was crying, you know, and, like, he was complaining cs I'd let his cum out of my arsehole! I was sorry for having let him down. He was upset. It was running out and down the insides of my legs and he said it was making a mess, so he was, like, really brutal resetting the straps on my ankles. I'll never forget that. I tried to keep his cum inside me. I held it as tight as I could, but I couldn't keep it all in. I really tried, Mike."

"That's fantastic..." I whispered, involuntarily.

"Yeh. An' Jez said, 'Aww this is fuckin' disgusting', you know, cs of all the juice running down me legs and over his hands when he's trying tie up the straps. But you know what? I think he's pleased, cs he knows it's his fucking my arse has made all that mess, an' his cock that loosened me up so I couldn't hold it in. An' he likes that.

"Then he left.

"I heard him get out of the van. It shook when he jumped out. I heard him lock it up and leave."

"All alone..." I mused.

"Yeh. Sometimes I could hear people walking past and I thought they might be coming for me, but they weren't. It's strange what a lot if sounds there are in the night.

"And the way I could feel every square centimetre of my skin naked in the air.

"I remember listening and feeling totally alone but totally safe. In the end I found I could rest my head on my shoulder and I did sleep a little, or at any rate it was like sleep. I wasn't awake. I mean, I don't know how long it was. I felt really happy, Mike, at peace and at rest and safe, my arms and legs spread out and supported and tied and the chest strap and the gag and blindfolded. Trapped. I felt really safe. An' me hardon didn't go down for a second, the whole time. I was solid but I couldn't touch it and I couldn't, you know, cum. It was ..."

I kissed his cheek, "Yeah?"

"...amazing. It was amazing, standing there like I was nothin!"

Inside my head, I answered, 'No, Mar, you're everything', but I continued stroking his skin and preserved my silence, slipping the fingertips of my left hand into the deep cut opening of his arse, detecting his famous hole, with all it's seductive warmth, pulsing and slightly wet. For a moment there was just the sound of our breathing, me touching him intimately, and him feeling it.

"You didn't sleep," I said at last.

"Yes I did, I said. I had to. I mean, I was excited, and in pain, but eventually, you know."

"So you were fineentually, you know."

"So you were fine." I said.

"Fine? Wha'd'y' mean?"

"I mean, you were ok, you weren't upset, you were happy. You were ... this door opening on a garden..." - Martin laughed the way you do when you are crying at the same time - "...and you were fine with that."

Martin shook his head. "No, no, I wasn't fine. I was a mess. I wasn't fine."

"But you were happy... I mean, you just said."

"I know what I just said," he snapped, "but I wasn't fine. I certainly wasn't fine."

He went on, "I remember I could see some light, yellow, must'a'been comin' from outside, coming in through the white plastic roof. I think we was parked near a street light.

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Nothin'. I remember, that's all. I mean, it was a long night; I remember lots of tiny little things you'd not notice normally."

I put my nose close to Martin's ear and inhaled his scent, stroking his hole with my hand, my other hand fingering his nipple, all of me tense, excited. "What next?" I said.

"Mm? Next, I guess I wanted a piss... and a shit. I hadn't been all night. Must'a been morning. I must'a slept, cs then there was this rumbling, the van starts an' we drive for a bit. Not far. Then there's the back opening. Someone jumps in. Though he doesn't speak."

"It's Jez?"

"I don't know, but yes, it's Jez.

"He's untying me. When the chest strap's released I literally drop to the ground. Exhausted but also I want to worship his feet, y'know cs I'm so.."

"Grateful."

"Yeh. I want to y'know lick his feet. Anything. But he kicks me around to another corner where I can feel there's a blanket of some sort. I'm automatically kneeling, but he gives me a push and then put his boot on my neck and I have to lie down, y'know, flat on me face.

"Then he removes the blindfold and the gag an'e's squatting in front of me. I can see he is.

"He stands up so I am looking at his feet. Well, I immediately wriggle over an' start to lick his trainers, naturally, and he lets me do that for a bit, you know, clean them. I really like that. He lets me lick them clean all over. Just like a dog. It's so great."

"Is that your favourite way to show gratitude?" I asked.

"If you lick your Master's feet it's the best way to show him that you are his obedient slave and you worship him and want to please him...it's the best way. That's what I've been taught. And it's true. Jez told me that the first thing I have to do is lick another mans feet, y'know, whenever another man, y'know ... like, if he's, y'know know, my master."

"I remember when I had you lick my feet. You're a good foot-licker. You're a good licker all round. I like your tongue."

Martin looked at the ground.

I continued, "I often have Karol lick my feet. He likes it too. He reckons if he licks my feet it'll encourage me to fuck him, I think."

"And does it?"

"I suppose so. I'd fuck it anyway. But if he begs me a bit it's definitely better. Sometimes he asks me to spank him too. But I'm never quite sure if he's taking it all seriously."

"Doesn't matter cs one thing he is serious about is he does want your dick. All passives are serious about that," said Martin. He didn't smile.

"So when are you going to lick MY feet, then, fucker?"

Martin looked surprised. Then he dropped like a lead weight and started licking me furiously. Too furiously to apologise, I guess.

I let him do it for a bit.

"Untie them."

He did so. Then I put a hand on him to steady myself and he slowly eased them off. He put them together neatly to one side and put his face down again, inhaling the energy of my stale socks.

Looking at the moss of his head, tendons narrowing and then his back, blue stained and shining, spreading like a gash, it was difficult not to visualise cumming over him, glistening spreading pale rivers of my own ejaculate; to think of all the ways I might be able to use him and humiliate him ...if only we had more time ... If only he were mine to own and abuse happily til the ages turned to stone.

I lifted my toes.

"Now the socks..."

Martin obeyed me.

"Ok," I said, reaching down and hooking his mouth with my hand. I pulled him back up to standing. He sucked my fingers happily. I played with his tongue and then smeared his spit over his face and chest.

"Carry on with the story."

"So. So then... And next Jez says, 'You're a good lad', which really cheers me up. Then he says, 'Good dog', 'n'that really makes me feel good, for some reason... An' then he says, 'Any problems?' and I shake my head. An' then he says, 'Wanna go toilet?' So I say, yes, please, can I go to the toilet, please, Sir? An' he says, 'Good puppy'. I mean, he calls me Puppy, like I'm a real puppy, an' he's says I can do that - piss and shit, that is. There's a bucket! He points to the bucket with his foot. Next to it there's this metal dogbowl with water and next to that another bowl with some like brown stuff in it, smells of meat.

"So I don't know what to do. So Jez sorta impatient says to do my stuff into it. So I squat over this bucket and hold my dick down so it's pointing in it and try to aim my shit into it. I'm not used to it, you know, shitting into a bucket, and it isn't as easy as you think. Also, with Jez standing there watching me. And he holds up his phone and he's actually videoing me doing it!

"But I reckon, What the hell and make the best of it cs by now I really really want to go. So I squat over this bucket and I do it in the bucket.

"Man, what a relief! What a shit! An' the bucket's almost full, innit! But he does not like the smell, does he? No surprise. He's holdin' his nose. 'Fuck me!' he says, opening the back for some air, 'what a fucknstench! Fucknreeks!' An' fuck me if he doesn't tell me to put me hand in it to feel how much shit there is and sniff it and taste it, which I do, naturally, and there is some shit now I can smell on my fingers. And I can taste it too. I nearly vomit. But it's my shit... so... you know."

"He throws me a bog roll and tells me to clean up and then tip the bucket away. But he's always watching me doing all this. It's like he fascinated or summat!"

"What you do with the bucket?" I said, feeling sick.

"He tells me to tip the bucket away."

"Where to?"

"Out the back."

"In the street?"

"Yeh."

"So you take a bucketful of your excrement and just tip it outside someone's house?"

"We aren't outside a house. When he opens the door we're next to a spot of woodland. So I just hop out."

"In the nud."

"Yeh. 'Cept me collar I'm totally naked. It's cool."

"Cold cool or hot cool?"

Martin grinned. "Both! So I lift the bucket out with Jez watching me. He's like still in disgust cs of the smell but that soon goes after I've tipped it out into the long grass. There's quite a lot and it all just sort of sits there in the grass like that. 'N' the smell... man, Jez was right!"

"Shit smells," I observed.

"Bang on! Anyway, Jez jumps down and tells me to get on all fours with my ass towards him and he pisses on my ass to clean it. Lovely piss. Strong and hot. Tells me to rub it under his stream to make sure all the shit is off. Then he tips some of the dog water over it to rinse it. Then he has me drink the rest of his piss. Boy is it ripe! It's his nighttime piss so it's well powerful; difficult to swallow, but delicious.

"He's finished and he tells me to get in. I hop back. I'm cold by now. Jez says, 'Clean?' And I say I think so. And he says, 'Better be, I got men coming to see that. Pity you can't have an enema.' He's watching me all the time.

"So all that takes like forever!

"Next Jez tells me c'm'ere and gets me to put my wrists together and he gets some rope and he ties my hands together and then me feet as well.

"He's tying my hands together in front of me and my feet together and ties something to my collar, you know, a lead of some sort, a piece of rope. So then I can't move much, can I?

"When he's finished he lets me lick his hand for a bit and he puts his fingers in my mouth and let's me suck on that for a bit and he feels my teeth and he plays with my tongue.

"Next Jez says, 'Now you can clean my arse too.' But I don't know why but I misunderstand him and I'm assuming he means my arse, so I'm off looking for the bogroll again. So he kicks me. He means his arse! Have you ever taken it up there, Mike?"

"No. Never, Mar. Never will."

"Never get Karol to serve your arsehole? That's basic slave training, that is."

"Oh. I thought you meant fucking. Yeh, I've given Karol the pleasure!"

"Oh right, Yeh, sorry. So. Well, now Jez opens his overalls on this pristine white chest, which it is, all muscle, smooth flesh, and pulls it down over his shoulders and god he was so beautiful, like marble, and turns his back on me and points his bum at me, all white and pink and with this line of red hairs, an' he says, 'Get your tongue in there and clean that out, properly!'

"White with red hairs it was. An' I dive forwards, do my best to get my tongue into it and lick it out.

"It's sweat-smelly and lovely. Not too dirty. I'm trying to do that for him, show him how much I want it - his cock I mean. An' he holds it open and tells me to push me tongue right in.

"So I'm trying to. Then he's telling me to stretch out my tongue to clean the while length of the crack and then really dig out the hole with my tongue. Which I do. Gladly, like, really glad I could do something to please him. I felt like we were getting really intimate, not just two strangers perving. An'e seems to be fairly pleased with my efforts cs he moans and says, 'Play with it with your tongue.'

"So I play with it and I tickle it with the tip of me tongue as well and I lick it and slobber over it. He's well happy, it seems. I mean, I can't like get enough.

"Then he stands up and pulled his overalls back on and says OK, an' points to the floor and says, 'You can feed on that.' There's that dogbowl of water and that dogbowl of some kind of, well, real dog food. So I kneel like a real dog in front of it and lick at the water like a dog, which isn't as easy as you'd think, cs human tongues aren't made for slobbering up water. And I try to eat the food which is this brown meat'n'jelly, I mean it's real fuckin' dog food, Mike! And I gets it all over my face cs it's not easy to eat like that neither! Have you never tried it?"

I shook my head. "I'm not a sub, Mar," I said.

"No, guess you've never been treated like you was a real dog, neither..."

"You liked it."

Martin, naked, quivered in my hands, grinned like a Cheshire cat. My nob, straining in my jeans, was fit to shoot. My balls hurt with the pressure that was building up and building inside them.

"Mar," I said, "when do we get to Gunther?"

"You want me to skip to the end?"

"No... Not yet... Just move it along, yeah? I'm not letting you go without a fuck, and we haven't got all day."

"What time is it?" He looked at his large metal watch, which he had not removed.

"Right. Well then Jez tells me to clean my face, cs of the dog food, an' I have to do it with like both hands, cs they're tied together, and then lick my hands. I mean, it's like I'm a real puppy. It's bloody fantastic!"

Martin laughed and wiped his nose with a pretend paw and then licked it.

"Like that! An' Jez watches me with the nearest thing to a real smile I've seen on his face. It's like he's my real owner and likes me and wants to look after me. Like he says, 'Stay... Sit'. Then he jumps out and shuts the back and locks it and we drive off, somewhere."

"An' you have no idea where you are?"

"No idea."

"So then what happens?"

"Oh yeh. I forgot, before we drive off he's got me fuckin' phone and he's looking at it. An' he wants the code. Cs I've got to phone sick, if you remember."

"Yeh. You had to phone in sick. Yeh. So when does that happen?"

"Just before he jumps out he remembers it and the phone is in his pocket."

"So what you gave him the code to your own phone?"

"What was I supposed to do? I had to phone sick, didn't I? Yeh, so he must'a searched me contacts cs he asks me how it's listed an' dials and holds it to my ear and I just do it. I just say I'm throwing up, you know, food poisoning. They don't care. Then he says, Is there anyone else I need to phone? An' I say no."

"Mar, you could'a phoned me," I said, quickly.

"Never thought of that."

"You never thought of that, Mar," I said. "Really?"

"You knew where I was."

"...ok... I mean, like I didn't have a clue where Jez had you. He was never in touch. I never knew anything til Wayne said you'd gone. I never knew anything. You could'a been dead in a ditch," I sighed.

"I wasn't dead in a ditch," said Martin.

"Still. That's not the point. No matter. It's in the past. Anyway. Go on."

"Sorry, Mike... Well, you know Jez has a job to do, so first stop he gets a load of stuff and just piles it on the van in front of me."

"What time was that?"

"Dunno... Quite early. It's a nice day, actually, sitting in the back. Like once he gets in and I suck his cock for a bit and he cums in my throat. That's nice. Another time he puts down more water, or more dog food. Sometimes he puts the blindfold back on an' throws the blanket over me and I hear these voices where he's delivering or picking up. That's funny.

"There's this time he stops somewhere and there's this talk outside and he opens up and tells me to get out from the blanket. I've got the blindfold on, so I'm crawling on me hands and knees, best I can, and the blanket falls off and there's this other bloke cs he tells me to stand up. Older."

"How old?"

"Jeez, I dunno Mike. Older than me. Older than I am now."

"And that was Gunther?" I said.

"No, that was not Gunther! Thank god. He was gross."

"Who? Gunther?"

"Fuck no. This bloke. He was well gross."

"How gross?"

"Overweight."

"Overweight?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're blindfold. How can you tell his build?"

"From the sound of his voice and the way the van moves with him when he gets in and walks around and tells me to turn around for him, his voice, and... look, I dunno, but he was definitely gross. And he was smelly: Body smells, breath smells. Big sorta bushy, sticky beard - cs he at one point he sticks his tongue in me mouth and, wewh, that was gross cs'v the taste and the smell of his breath. And he was overweight cs them I cd feel his weight all over me. Well overweight. Tells me to hold him and 'feel daddy'. That was gross. His penis was ... you know...

"But he calls me Pup and tells me to stand 'erect'. 'Stand erect', he says an' when I stand I hear Jez say, 'What do you think?' And the bloke keeps touching me up and pushing me around, you know, feeling me up, holding me junk and pulling it says, 'Keep erect pup,' and, 'put your hands behind your neck,' and, 'keep them there,' then like he pulls it and puts a hand on my head and bends me over so he can take a look at my arsehole to see what kind of a state I'm in and which he's happy to put a finger in an' he says, 'Pup, grip.' So I grip, an' he says, 'Not bad,' an' makes me suck his finger, clean, an' says, 'Not bad', an' gives me a slap an' feels my arse again an' gives me a hard slap and says, 'Not bad.' Pinches my face an' then slaps, hard. That was a shock. Then I suck his fingers again an' he says, 'Not bad', an' Jez says, 'So, whaddya think?' An' the bloke says, 'Not bad.' An' Jez says, 'So will it do?' An' the bloke says, 'I should think.' "

++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF PART TWENTY-TWO