Enslaving the Renegade Chapter Two: Bike shop by Evan Andrews 2020
This is a fan fiction. The story is based on one that appeared in a 1984 issue of the magazine First Hand. That story was only 3 pages long, but I enjoyed it so that I decided to expand it and recast it in the universe of the TV show, Renegade, starring Lorenzo Lamas. The story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actor or his character.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
The morning after a late night of Reno sucking Torres' cock and Torres finger-fucking his new jack-of-all-trades sex slave into a frenzy, the biker awoke, naked, on the floor of Torres' bedroom at the foot of his master's king-sized bed. Reno peeked over the edge of the mattress, and Torres immediately grabbed him by his long hair and hauled him up onto the bed. Kneeling over him again, the slaver fucked the slave's mouth as he had the day before, and after some time, Torres shot his bitch a load of pungent cum for his morning pick-me-up. Torres then went off to take a shower. When he returned, clean and dressed, he carried a pair of black nylon running shorts which he tossed to Reno who, disoriented, had retreated to a corner of the bedroom.
"You can wear these until you're told otherwise, boy. Now go out and swim, then sun yourself. I want you to be working on a nice tan all over while you're getting your training."
Torres left without another word, and Reno pulled the shorts up over his thighs, feeling the play of the nylon over his free-hanging cock and balls. He stretched and the headed off to find his way out to the pool. Of course, the shorts had no pouch, so the head of his dick was visible with almost evert stride he took. At the pool, Reno hesitated for a moment, then pulled the shorts off and left them draped over a chaise as dove into the water. It was still cool, and he luxuriated as the crust of perspiration and cum washed off his muscles. He stayed in the pool for nearly a half-hour before climbing out, pulling on his shorts again, and stretching out in the grass to dry off. With everything that had filled his last 24 hours, it was no surprise when he fell into a doze in the warm sun. It was a shadow over that sun some time later that drew Reno back to wakefulness. Malik was standing over him shaking his head in disapproval.
"No," he told Reno, "Never sun like that."
Reno didn't understand.
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
"That," said Malik pointing to Reno's loins, "Here you sunbathe either in a tong or in the nude."
"But Mr. Torres didn't give me a tong," Reno protested.
"Then you sun naked, butt naked, until he tells you otherwise. You understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand."
"Good. Now you have some work to do."
"Work?"
"Yes, for some reason Mr. Torres wants you to do some maintenance on your bike. I'm sure that after the ride up here yesterday, you have something you need to do."
"Well, yeah, sure, but..."
"But nothing. Get your ass up and follow me to the garage."
The large garage was close to the house, and it was home to several sports cars and motorcycles in addition to Reno's Harley which Malik must have brought in some time during the night. The shop in the back of the garage was well equipped, and after Malik took his leave, Reno rolled his bike back into the shop. The sleek finish rubbed up against his bare thigh, a smooth firm caress, and he shivered at the feeling that ran through him. He took a clean cloth and some spritz cleaner and, kneeling down, began to wipe down the bike before taking care of anything else.
Reno was almost done with that task when he heard the door behind him open. He assumed it was Malik with more instructions, but when he turned his gaze landed on two men he had never seen before. One was short, slim and darkly handsome, with curly, black hair and a thick mustache. The other was as tall as Reno, but heavily muscled with long, wavy, dark brown hair hanging halfway down his back. A goatee framed his mouth. The pair was dressed alike: boots, jeans that left nothing to the imagination, white tee-shirts and black leather riding jackets. The smaller man had on sunglasses, but when he saw Reno, he pulled them off and took in Reno's body with his piercing black eyes.
"Jesus Fucking Christ," he whispered before continuing in a normal voice, "And I thought Torres was falling off in his stock. Get a load of the build on this one, Eric."
The taller man looked Reno over appraisingly and licked his lips.
"Good enough to eat, John."
And the tall man actually licked his lips.
"Later, boy," John said, "I think he needs to do some eating of his own first."
The two strangers strode across the garage to where the mostly naked Reno stood dumbfounded. They took up positions on either side of him, and John touched the tips of his fingers to the middle of Reno's chest. He ran them across the broad pectoral muscle to the right nipple, toying with it a bit, and then he did the same to the left. Eric on the other hand came up and put both hands on Reno's shoulders, turned him to face John. He massaged the biker's muscular shoulders, leaning in to watch John's tit teasing exercises. Eric's massage was heavy and precise, and Reno could feel his muscles relaxing, stress releasing, but at the same time, John's explorations were having a cascade effect in the muscles from his chest down to his crotch. His cock was rising to the siren call of the men's attentions, and his nipples were hard as rocks on his chest. Reno moaned out loud as John ran the curve of a fingernail over his left nipple.
"Go for it, John," Eric said, "You heard him. He's hot and ready for it."
"Ready for it?" John asked, his hand traveling down over Reno's six-pack abs, "You ready for it, biker fuck-boy? You ready to take on two men and their hard cocks?"
John's hand reached the elastic of the running shorts, and he ran his fingers under, just brushing the head of Reno's cock as he did so.
Reno moaned again and said, "Oh god, yeah, do me. Do me now, sir."
Eric's hands left Reno's shoulders and slid down his sides to come around front and take John's place in Reno's shorts. He grabbed Reno's cock in one beefy hand and cupped his balls in the other. John in the meantime bent his head down and began to kiss and nibble on Reno's erect nipples. Reno rotated his pelvis, grinding his cock into Eric's hands in front and his ass into the bulge in Eric's jeans in the rear. He then leaned his head back and Eric turned his own head to nibble on Reno's ear. John took advantage of this display of wanton submission to kiss his way across Reno's throat. All at once with no warning, John grabbed Reno by the hair and pulled his lips down to meet his own. He kissed Reno hard, darting and then thrusting his tongue into the big man's mouth. Reno responded slower than he had to Torres' kiss the night before, but he was eventually caught up in the deep French kiss.
"Oh yeah," he whispered over and over when he came up for air, "Do me. Do me hard. Please, sir, do me now."
John broke off the kiss and stared at Reno with those black eyes as Eric slid the running shorts down over his muscular thighs. Reno stepped out of the shorts and would have kicked them away, but Eric bent down to pick them up. He smelled the crotch and then passed them on to John who did the same.
"Mmm," John said, "Vintage stuff."
He shoved the shorts into his back pocket and then walked around to the other side of the bike. Eric walked Reno to the bike and bent him over the seat. Reno held on with both hands bent by his sides as John walked up and presented his crotch for Reno's inspection.
"Lick it, fuck-boy," he commanded, "Lick my hard cock through these jeans."
Reno rubbed his face against the sausage-shaped bulge in John's jeans and licked and tongued and chewed at the fabric while Eric massaged his back and rubbed the bulge in his own jeans against Reno's naked ass. John grabbed Reno by the hair again and held his head in place as he ground his crotch into the naked man's face. Eventually he dropped Reno's head and took a step back.
"Whip out your meat, John," Eric said, and John slowly undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was not as long as Reno's, nor as thick, but hanging from its nest of black hair it was an impressive cock for a smaller man to sport. And Reno was hungry for it.
"Suck me hard, boy," he said.
Reno took the dick into his mouth and gave it the royal treatment he had learned at Torres' hands, but John's reactions were different from Torres' the night before. John obviously wanted variety to his stimulation. Sometimes he would pull back and let Reno concentrate on the head of his cock for a while before giving in to his feelings and slamming his dick deep into Reno's mouth and throat.
Eric dropped to his knees and began to run his hands and tongue over Reno's ass, spreading his ass cheeks so that he could lick the length of his ass crack. Reno gasped past John's cockhead when Eric tongued his sphincter for the first time and gasped again when Eric spread his legs and started to play with his naked cock and balls.
"Get underneath him, Eric," John ordered, "Let him take your mouth while I take his."
The big man crawled between Reno's spread legs and leaned against the Harley while his lips sought Reno's nine inches of man-meat. His throat opened up and took Reno's cock deeper than the biker stud had ever been taken in his life. In between bouts of deep-throating Reno's meat, Eric kissed its length, tickled its head with his tongue and sucked his balls. His fingers also ran up to Reno's asshole, the forefinger slipping inside the muscled perfection of his ass to caress his prostate.
The three men were moving in a wet, dripping ballet of lust, mouth and cock, finger and ass, when John stepped back out of Reno's reach.
"Come out from under there, Eric," John said while Reno strained to reach the cockhead which arched quivering only a few inches beyond his lips.
Eric crawled out, leaving Reno to groan as he released the mouth-lock on the long dick and pulled his finger from the pliable ass.
"Stand up, fuck-boy," John ordered.
Reno straightened up and waited silently as John walked back around the bike.
John pointed at Eric and said, "Strip him. Tear the clothes off him."
Reno looked at John, shocked.
"What?" he asked.
"Eric. He's fuck meat just like you. Strip him now and throw him to the floor," John said, "Do it. I want to watch you take him."
Reno grabbed Eric's jacket and tore it open. Eric was bare-chested underneath, and Reno turned him round and pulled the jacket off his shoulders. He then turned him back around and tore his jeans open. Eric's cock sprang out, hard and thicker even than Torres'. Reno grabbed Eric by the hair and forced him down. Eric fell to his knees and when Reno shoved on the side of his head, he fell over onto his back.
"Legs in the air, cocksucker," John ordered Eric, "And you, fuck-boy, pull off his boots and then his jeans."
When Eric's smooth, muscular body was totally naked, lying spread-eagled on the ground, John came to stand by Reno. He grabbed Reno's hair and pulled him round to face him.
"Now strip me. Strip me like you're unwrapping the best present you ever got for Christmas. Take your time and enjoy everything you find."
Reno started with the leather jacket, just as he had with Eric. He slowly unzipped it and turned back one lapel to see what John had on underneath. He found the white cotton tee-shirt had no sleeves, it was heady with the scent of John's body, and as Reno took a long whiff of the scent, he slipped his hands up under the jacket and began to slide it off of John's shoulders. John put his arms back, shrugging, but let gravity do the work of getting the jacket off. Reno ran his right hand up under the T-shirt, while his left raised John's right arm. Reno licked at John's armpit and then worked his way towards his body. He licked in around the armhole of the T-shirt for a while and then worked his way up towards John's throat. John raised his arms to lock his fingers in Reno's hair, holding him at his throat, and Reno's own fingers started to slowly roll the T-shirt up John's wiry torso. When the T-shirt had been inched up to just below the nipples, Reno dropped down and began to kiss his way over John's abs. He chased the bottom of the T-shirt up with his lips, latching onto one nipple and then the other. John raised his arms high, and Reno pulled the T-shirt up their length.
Pushing Reno to his knees, John turned his crotch towards his face. Reno hooked his fingers into the waistband of the jeans and slid them down John's thighs. The heavy blue fabric gathered around John's ankles.
"Help me step out of these pants, fuck-boy."
As John balanced himself with a hand on Reno's head, the biker slid the jeans over John's leather boots. John's fingers gave up resting on Reno's head and locked into his hair again, pulling him back towards his cock.
"Time for more eating practice, fuck boy," he said.
Reno opened his mouth again and gave himself over to more face-fucking, holding on to John's ass cheeks like he would a tree in a storm
"Eric," John ordered, "You've lain there long enough. Crawl over and suck off fuck-boy here. I want you to get his cock as hard as you can."
The big man slithered across the floor and holding onto Reno's thighs pulled himself up high enough to start his own cock worship session. The three of them quickly fell back into the easy fucking rhythm they had previously established over the Harley. John suddenly pulled back out of Reno's mouth and grimaced, grabbing his dick around the base and breathing hard. When the near orgasm that had threatened to flood Reno's mouth was under control, John looked down at Reno's crotch where Eric was sucking away.
"Damn, you are one enthusiastic little cocksucker. How hard is he, Eric?" he asked.
Eric slid off Reno's dick and, wiping his mouth, said, "Hard enough to do the job."
"Excellent," John said, "You, fuck boy, down on your back. Now."
Reno rolled over onto his back. As he did, Eric grabbed his dick again and spit on it, drooled all over it. He then crawled up and straddled the biker's prone body. Slowly he slid himself down on Reno's nine hard inches, his ass clutching at the dick as it filled him up. Reno gasped, grabbed Eric around the waist and began to thrust up into the muscular man's bowels.
John knelt down beside them and said, "Yeah, fuck him good. Fuck him hard and shoot your load up his ass."
Reno suddenly stopped his assault.
"What gives?" John demanded, "Didn't I just tell you to fuck him hard."
"Yes, sir," said Reno, "But I can't. Mr. Torres told me I wasn't allowed to cum without something up my ass."
"Then I'll just have to give you that something in your ass," John said, "Spread those legs."
Reno spread his legs, and John shifted around and rammed two fingers into Reno's hole.
"Oh yeah," Reno said, and he thrust hard again up into Eric's body, writhing on John's fingers as he did so.
Reno hadn't really had a good fuck in many days, so his body quickly went on autopilot, ramming and thrusting his dick into the hot wetness of Eric's ass. Eric rode him like a master pussy-boy, and John's fingers worked his prostate, giving him a pleasure he had never felt before. Their rhythm slowly increased, the intensity of their joining becoming more and more frantic until Reno's ass started to spasm rhythmically around John's fingers as he shot his load deep into Eric's ass. He cried out with each spasm, and, when the last one ran through his body, his hands fell off of Eric's hips and he fell back onto the floor, spent.
John pulled the fingers from Reno's ass and pushed Eric off of Reno's deflating cock. He pushed the big man up until he straddled Reno's face, and, bending him over, he made ready to ram his own cock into the ass Reno had just lubed with his cum.
Reno watched as John's dick invaded Eric's ass. Eric threw his head back and vried out as John slam-fucked him. The muscles of his torso tensed at the joy of the apparently familiar and welcome invasion.
"Oh yeah, John. Fuck me," Eric cried he cried to the smaller man.
"Fuck you? Yeah, I'll fuck you. I'm going to screw your load out all over this fuck-boy's face. Tighten your ass on my cock."
John threw a hard, mean fuck into Eric's muscled ass, and eventually Eric's breathing began to be labored and his muscles awash in sweat. He was close to the edge and frantic
"Please, John. Sir," Eric begged, "May I touch my dick?"
"Yeah, you can touch it, but only with fuck-boy's face."
With that, Eric reached down with one hand and, grabbing Reno by the hair, he pulled him up and began to rub the bearded face against his thick cock. In almost no time at all, Eric yelled and started shooting his thick load on Reno's face. He pulled back and aimed most of his load at the biker's mouth. Reno open his mouth and ran his tongue out to catch as much of the hot cum as he could. When Eric was done shooting, John pushed him forward flat onto the ground and speared his own cock into Reno's mouth. Eric's thighs held Reno's arms down, but John's resting on Eric's broad back kept him from choking Reno with his cock. John thrust as hard and as deep as he could, riding Eric's cum in Reno's mouth the same way he had just ridden Reno's cum in Eric's ass. Reno flexed his throat, ran his tongue back and forth over the surging cock, and was rewarded with the feel of John's dick hardening still further.
"Oh yeah, good fuck-boy. Do that again, and I'll shoot my hot load down your cock-sucking throat."
John tensed at Reno's next tongue assault, arched his back and rammed his dick as far as he could into Reno's throat. Reno gagged, but kept lashing at John's dick with his hungry tongue. John pulled back as his dick unloaded its cum into Reno's mouth and onto his face. When the last drop had been coaxed from his rod, John rolled off Eric and Reno and pushed Eric to roll the other way.
"Yeah," he sighed, smiling at Reno, "That was one fine fuck. If Torres' stock is improving this much, I bet we can get him lots of his business back.
John tousled Reno's hair.
"Yeah, quite an improvement," he said, running his hand along Reno's cum covered jawline to stick two fingers in his hot mouth. Reno licked the cum off John's fingers and fell into a satiated doze, the two men who just used him as a whore curled up to him on either side.
Author's note:
This story was written back in the 90s, and I cast certain men in given roles. You may want to imagine someone else, and that's okay. The same caveats as to the sexuality of my cast of actors apply here.
John Oates (John): from any 1980's Hall and Oates music video Eric Thal (Eric): from the made-for-TV movie, Samson.