Every Friday night Brian went down to the pub at the rough end of town. He liked to go there because it was where all the bikers gathered although Brian did not have a bike himself. He dressed the part by wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans with thick black belt, bike boots and leather biker jacket. However not only did he not have a bike, he did not know any of the biker gangs which met there. He just sat in a corner, toying with a beer and watching the guys come in, getting hard at the sight of all the leather they were wearing and wishing he could get down on the floor and lick their boots.
One gang was there every week and Brian got to look forward to seeing them arrive. He listened in and learnt as much as he could about them and wished he had the courage to speak to them. There was Rick with black curly hair, glistening black jacket with chains hanging off it and a studded belt. His tight blue jeans tapered down into a tall pair of shiny harness boots. Jack on the other hand with blond short cropped hair wore khaki trousers and high lace-up boots along with the leather jacket. Tony with shaved head, a full leather outfit of jacket and jeans and big Rossi boots was so hot, Brian got excited every time he looked at him. There were several other members Brian did not know so well but all wore leather jackets and big black boots.
Although he saw them every week, they ignored him and Brian was too nervous to say anything to them. However one night as he was up at the bar buying a final beer before making his lonel way home, Rick also approached the bar and ordered a round. He nodded at Brian.
"You drink here a lot don'cha?"
"Yesssss", Brian stammered,
"You shouldn't drink by yourself, wanna join us?"
Brian couldn't believe his ears.
"Sure" he tried to say nonchalantly although he could feel his heart pounding with excitement. He grabbed his beer and followed Rick back to the corner of the pub where the gang were all sitting on leather benches around a table. They moved up for him so that he could sit down next to Tony and after putting the beers down, Rick sat on the other side of him pushing in so that he was squeezed tight between them. The smell of leather made Brian feel dizzy, his dreams seems to be all coming true. They made small talk at first, asking where he lived and if he had a bike. They didn't seem surprised when he admitted he didn't. Soon it was time for another round and it was Jack's shout and he brought one back for Brian as well. As he now sat on the end, Brian was moved further into the group and behind the table but still with Rick and Tony on either side of him, the blue jeans and leather jeans pressing into his legs. He could feel their boots against his.
As Brian stammered another reply to one of Tony's questions, Rick suddenly put his arm around him, laughing.
"Loosen up mate, we don't bite" . Brian was sure his rising cock as the leather gripped round his shoulders was very noticeable and the next minute Rick clamped his gloved hand down on top of it and said:
"You sure are getting excited down there, you like all this leather don't you. Want some real excitement, come for a ride with us"
Brian turned bright red and could only nod. All the guys laughed.
"Finish up your beers and lets get going" said Tony.
The guys drowned their beers and started moving out. As they moved to the door, Brian had second thoughts.
"Ahh, sorry guys, I think I better get going home", he stuttered.
The guy nearest him, wearing tall linesman boots with at least 20 holes over his leather jeans, grabbed Brian's wrist and twisted his arm up behind his back.
"Too late to back out now Mate, you've just agreed to be our new apprentice"
He was pushed out into the car park where the bikes were all lined up and over to a big Harley. Tony mounted the bike and the guys quickly lifted Brian up and onto the back. His arms were brought round in front of Tony and he felt steel cuffs locking his wrists in to place. A helmet was strapped onto his head.
"Don't want to attract attention from the cops" Tony muttered as they roared off into the night.
While Brian had always dreamed of riding pillion behind a guy all in leathers, he wasn't sure this was what he really wanted. What were they going to do with him. He did not like to remember the grins on their faces when they spoke about the excitement that was in store for him.
After what seemed like ages with his heart in his mouth as they raced down the highway, onto some back roads and finally into a dirt street on the edge of town, they pulled up at an isolated farm house.
The cuffs were unlocked but his arms were quickly brought round behind his back and locked into place again. He was lifted off the bike but Rick grabbed his head in an arm lock, his nose breathing in that hot leather and he was dragged to the verandah of the house. Again his arms were unlocked, his jacket was dragged off him and his shirt ripped off him. Then to his surprise the jacket was replaced but also leather cuffs around each wrist. Ropes were tied to each cuff and his arms were stretched out wide and tied off to the wooden posts of the verandah. His boots were dragged off him, followed by his jeans and briefs but again the boots were replaced before one of the guys produced some leg irons with heavy chains. His legs were spread wide and the chains were attached to spikes which were driven into the ground with a mallet. A high leather collar was placed around his neck which also had large iron rings attached and a pair of sharp nipple clamps were attached to his tits. Then his whole body shuddered as Rick grabbed his cock and balls and began wrapping leather straps around the base of his balls before dividing them tightly into two round cherries before buckling the strap really tight. Brian groaned from the pain as his cock and balls stood out rigid.
"Here is where you really get to know us" Rick said. "Polite courtesies first then closer acquaintance afterwards. You are going to be our new apprentice. You will need to know each of us well, our likes and dislikes so you can serve us right properly. First a handshake, I am Rick, pleased to meet you."
He grabbed Brian's cock and balls in a tight squeeze that had Brian screaming with the pain. His roughened fingers ground into his nuts and along the length of his cock.
"Now, You have already met Tony"
Tony still had his gloves on but although the squeeze was smoother, it was just as brutal and the leather had his cock straining almost to bursting. The other guys were similarly introduced, a mixture of roughened hands and leather gloves tortured his cock and balls until Brian almost passed out.
"Next we will give you just a small taste of what to expect if you do not follow instructions. What is my name?"
"Rick" Brian sobbed.
"Good, only 5 strokes from me"
Rick removed his big leather belt, walked around behind Brian and suddenly, crack, it landed on Brian's backside like a lightening strike, followed by 4 more.
"Say, Thank you Rick, Sir"
Brian mumbled as ordered.
"I want to hear it louder or I might give you some more".
"Thank you Rick Sir" Brian yelled.
Tony now stood before him and repeated the scene, this time with his studded belt. Jack followed. Then the guy with the high laceup boots who had pushed him out of the pub and onto the bike stood before him. Brian hadn't caught his name and sulkily said "I don't know" when asked.
"Jeff" the guy spat, "I will give you 10 strokes to drive it in your brain through your backside"
He pulled off and used a really thick belt which Brian felt must have turned his backside to mush. The final 2 guys, Sean and Mick, with another studded belt, also gave him 10 each so Brian wasn't sure if he had a bum anymore, it had gone numb.
They left him hanging there and went into the house, returning with cans of beer which they opened and began to drink. As each began his second can, they took a mouthful and came over to Brian, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, pushed open his mouth and spat the beer out into his mouth, which they then forced close until he swallowed.
"Just reminding you the handshake was just the first intro, you are going to get to know each of us real intimately."
Their beers finished, they untied Brian from the posts and as he fell forward 2 grabbed him by the arms and one in a headlock again. He heard the spikes being pulled out of the ground and his legs were grabbed and they carried him back to the bikes. They laid him along the biggest with his head hanging down over the back tire rim. His arms and legs were tied off and he realised one of the guys was sitting on the bike, his leather pressing and rubbing down over his sore backside. The bike started off and moved off over the rough ground, the tire spinning just below his face, the pressure on his bum making it even more painful. The bike did a circuit of the paddock and when they got back, he realised every guy had his jeans unzipped and was pulling out his cock.
"Next introductions" shouted Rick and he grabbed Brian's head.
He was now wearing rubber gloves and he prised Brian's' jaw open and nodded to Tony who stood right in front, aimed his cock into Brian's mouth and let fly. Brian couldn't believe what they were doing, pissing down his throat. What didn't fit in ran down his chin but Rick clamped his jaw shut every few moments forcing him to swallow a lot of the stuff. All 6 squirted the results of their nights drinking down his throat, Tony took over head holding duties so that Rick could unload as well. He was then taken on another painful ride around the paddock.
This time when he got back to the group, they untied him but quickly turned him round and over so he was tied back to the bike with his head propped up by the handle bars and his arms drawn back down to the front wheels, his legs chained through the back. He could see his cock standing up like a flag pole in front and Rick turned his attention to it as well. He pulled out a leather thong and tying it around the base of the cock just above the strapped balls, he wound it tightly round and round until it reached the head when he looped it round and tied it off so the it looked like a pink mushroom on top of a black stalk.
"That'll keep you stiff but you won't cum either" Rick grinned. "We're going to do all the cumming in the next few hours"
He straddled the bike and Brian's chest, his cock just in front of his lips.
"In case you get any funny ideas, that belting we gave you earlier was just a taste. If any of us feel your teeth on our cocks, the belting you will get probably won't leave you alive. Understand. Now open your mouth and prepare to suck, Cock sucker".
He grabbed the handlebars and leant forward so that his cock pushed into Brian's mouth. One hand grabbed behind Brian's neck and pulled it forward so that Brian thought he would gag but he began to suck anyway. Before long Rick began to yell and Brian felt the cum going down his throat. Rick scrambled off but his weight on Brian's chest was soon replaced by Jack and the process began again followed by Tony and then Jeff who had a monster of a cock. All six of them raped his throat. Brian was surprised the bike did not fall over with the pounding it, and Brian, received. At the end Tony said, "I could go again"
but Rick told him to cool it, there was more to go.
"What more could they possibly do", thought Brian.
To be continued