Brian, apprentice to the Black Hawks, leather motorbike gang, has been kidnapped and held for ransom by their sworn enemies the Rebel Rousers. He has been severely beaten and gang raped.
Brian was chained down in the cellar, his head locked into a trap door so that any member of the Rebel Rousers could force his heavy, greasy, dirt encrusted boots into his mouth for a good licking or just piss or cum onto his head whenever he felt like it.
They told him his own gang, the Black Hawks had sent a case of whisky to appease them.
"That's a start, cockhead, but your mates will have to cough up more than that before we release you, if we ever do, we really have a lot more ways we can have fun with you and make your life hell. Just now we have some serious drinking to do, you can have it recycled later, won't leave you out, no sirree."
They stomped upstairs and Brian was left in the dark. He could hear them drinking, bragging about their sexual exploits and telling each other what they would do later with the cock slave they had downstairs. Brian's blood ran cold as he heard them. He did not think he would live through the treatment they were lining up for him.
Gradually the noise got less and sounds of snoring were all he could hear. Apparently the whisky had sent them all to sleep. Time dragged as Brian was crammed into a hole, his arms and legs tightly bound while he was unable to move his head, cramps were setting in. He heard a rustling noise and at first he thought it might be a rat which only increased his feelings of horror. Then he could could make out a figure in the dark and thought it was one of the gang members who had not fallen into a drunken stupour and had come down to privately attack him in some way. What was he going to do to him? However he heard his name and realised with joy that it was Jack from his own gang. Even though Jack had himself often tortured and raped Brian, it was nothing compared to what this other gang had done or were intending to do.
"Keep quiet, Brian mate. We can't afford to wake them up, there are a lot more of them than us."
A torch beam lit up his face, covered with cum, piss and other slime.
"Shit mate, we will have to get you out of this."
Then Brian realised there was someone else in the cellar. It was Sean. The gang had obviously sent the two smallest members. Sean had a bunch of keys which he began trying in the padlock holding Brian's neck in place.
"They fell for the whisky" he whispered "thought they would, it had more than whisky in it, should keep them quiet for a while but cannot make too much noise in case some of them did not drink as much as needed. I managed to find this bunch of keys, hope they are the one's we need. Ah that's it."
The padlock snapped open.
Sean undid the bolt and raised the trap door. They both reached down and dragged Brian out of the hole. Slowly, in case the chains rattled. There was another agonising search for a key to the padlock on the chain round his legs.
"That will have to do, the rest can wait until we get away."
They lifted him up and, again reminding him to keep quiet, they almost carried him up the stairs and crept past the sleeping gang. A few times he stumbled which had them all stop and keep still, fearful of any noise waking the gang members who would be delighted to now have 3 members of the Blackhawks as their sex slaves but they slept on, the doctored whisky had done its job.
Finally they got out the door and there was Jeff keeping watch. He lifted Brian over his shoulder and they ran down the street. Brian could only wonder at how he was so relieved to be hanging head first down the back of the guy he now saw as his master and protector, although he could see below him those huge boots which had been the source of so much pain but, as Jeff ran, his face was slammed into that leather jacketed back he had come to love.
Finally they rounded a corner and there was all the gang waiting with the bikes. Jeff put Brian down but immediately grabbed his cock with one hand in a vicious squeeze while the other hand gripped his neck and forced his mouth onto his own, raping his throat madly with his tongue. Despite being tortured Brian felt his cock swelling as he was crushed in this giant guy's leathered embrace.
At last Jeff let him go and each of the other guys took their turn at similarly showing how glad they were to have him back. Their affection was overwhelming even if his cock was mashed by their vice like grips and his mouth was filled with their saliva while the smell and feel of their leather was intoxicating. They finally remembered his arms were still chained and found the key to set him completely free.
Rick then ordered them to head for home but chillingly he said.
"You have all done a good job tonight but Brian needs to be taught a lesson for fucking up. The cunt won't put us to this trouble again once he pays us for the trouble he has caused."
As Brian mounted the bike behind Jeff and grabbed on tight for the ride home, he could only wondered what that meant and what they had in store for him.
He soon found out. When they got him back to their club house, they tied him spread-eagle to the verandah posts, in a position he was now quite used to be, and turned on the hose and began cleaning him up. They were in no mood to be gentle, scrubbing his skin all over using a hard brush, water and disinfectant. His skin was soon red raw. Then they tied him over the bench and rigged up the enema bottle again with disinfectant. They were going to remove all traces of the Rebel Rousers from both inside and out. Only then would they mark him as their own property again.
Then suddenly the mood changed.
"How about we give him his birthday present early?" suggested Jack.
"Good idea" Rick replied.
Brian knew it was only a few days to his birthday but as the most junior member, really the slave, of the gang he had not been expecting anything.
Jeff went into the clubhouse and when he returned he stood in front of Brian and showed him the most beautiful sight.
In his hands he was holding a 2 piece leather suit but he quickly revealed to Brian that it was more than that, it had been stitched so that it had a double skin with leather both inside and out and was tailored to fit him like a glove. They released him from the bench and the jeans were pulled on reaching way above his waist, he could feel the leather lining gripping him tight in its cool embrace. They were made with both laces and straps to draw the leather even tighter around him but he soon realised two places were open. First around his arse, his fuckhole was to be left available for their belts and cocks and and secondly around his own cock and balls which were left hanging out but the leather was fitted tightly right behind his balls. Then the jacket was put on, zipped up and also laced tight. Again there were holes revealing his nipples but the collar was of heavy leather and wrapped close around his neck pushing his chin up.
His boots were put back on and zipped tight around his calves, tight gloves were added and finally they put a leather hood on him which was also leather lined and laced tight at the back. His eyes and mouth were left open and he was dragged to a mirror so he could see that he had become a thing of leather which he knew would be an item of overwhelming lust for all the gang. Best of all, not only could he see this wonderful leather creature and know it was him, he could feel the leather tightly embracing and caressing his whole body. No wonder his cock stood out like a tent pole. Each of the gang hugged him tight with comments like.
"Fuckin hot man."
Then his legs were tightly bound with leather belts and his arms were dragged behind his back and also strapped tight. Finally they attended to his balls which were separated by leather straps and another leather strap was wrapped tightly around his erect cock to just below the head. His leathered cock now jutted out from his body forming a useful handle for the guys to hold.
Now he was a completely leather covered item of sex for the gang. It might be his birthday present but he knew he was now theirs as well and a gift they could enjoy every day and night of the year.
"Ok, you've got your gift but you still need to be punished for getting caught." said Rick.
The gang leader always seemed to have nothing else on his mind but torture and sex.
He grabbed Brian by the leathered handle created by his tightly strapped cock and, throwing him over his shoulders, marched out to the punishment shed, the building Brian always saw with a feeling of deep dread in his stomach.
Once inside that building lined with chains, whips and other items of torture, he was taken over to a strange metal contraption he had not seen before. First his neck was locked into a heavy iron collar attached to one metal rod. They released his arms and legs from the leather straps but immediately they were also locked by wrist and ankle into metal rings on other rods. He soon realised that all these metal rods were connected to the machine and that by just pushing buttons his body could be moved by the machine into any position the operator desired. Jack had great fun in moving Brian into all sorts of contorted positions. Brian feared his bones could be broken or muscles ripped apart by this fearsome machine. Finally it stopped moving so that Brian was bent double, his arms and legs forming v-shapes from his head and his backside presented at waist height for the tender ministrations of the gang.
Each gang member took his turn to stand in front of his face and having removed his wide leather belt and doubled it up, presented it to his lips for Brian to kiss before the guy then moved to his back and let fly 10 times on each arse. Then each one stepped back and using the full length of the belt swung it up from below so that it thudded into his crack and then swung up and whacked into his balls and in most cases the tip flicked across his stretched and enlarged cock head. Brian's screams filled the shed. This was his real punishment.
He knew the gang well enough to know these screams would be turning them on and sure enough after the last one had finished the flogging, he saw Rick's huge engorged cock in front of his face and immediately did as he was now trained and opened his mouth to receive it as it was thrust viciously down his throat. Rick grabbed Brian's leather covered head tightly in his huge hands and pounded into him until with a mighty roar he flooded his man juices down Brian's throat.
No sooner had he pulled out than the familiar giant cock of Jeff was forced in and the whole scene repeated. Then the other 4 followed. Even before the last two had taken their turns, Brian felt his sore arse being invaded by Rick's tool, he always wondered how the leader could get it up again so quickly. He seemed to have an endless supply of jism to feed into Brian's poor body. Soon he felt Rick's cock spurting inside him as Mick's cum joined the rest down his throat. The other gang members were also able to cum again and again and soon all six guys had filled both Brian's mouth and arse and he was left hanging from the metal rods with the guy's juices dripping out of both ends. With a slap on his butt from each of them, they stomped out leaving him in the darkened shed. However despite the pain and humiliation, Brian knew that he had been fully cleansed and retaken as the property of the gang.
As so often before, it was Sean who finally returned and released him from the machine. But even though he was always the gentlest gang member and willing to use his nursing training to repair Brian's poor body, Brian was well aware that this was only to keep him in available condition for the next time the gang wanted him for their sadistic, leather crazed lusts.
Jack came and assisted Sean to carry Brian back to the house where the rest of the gang were lazing around, as usual completely naked except for jacket and boots and demolishing the contents of a crate of beer.
Brian was released from the leather birthday present which was carefully hung up and he was again dressed like the others in his jacket and boots. Although no longer necessary, he was reminded of his status in the gang by leg irons bolted around his ankles and a thick leather collar round his neck and finally leather wrist cuffs. All these items had rings available to secure him in any way or place his masters might fancy.
However the afternoon was spent with Brian serving the guys in whichever way they liked, from bringing them another beer to sucking a cock or bending over a chair to be fucked. Finally the evening ended with him wrapped in the leathered arms of Jeff, his legs pinioned by those mighty boots as Jeff slowly and lovingly fucked him with his gigantic tool.
This made it all worthwhile and Brian knew that he would remain with the gang and return each week for whatever treatment they could dish out. The bondage, pain and sexual torture were all part of being accepted as a member of the Blackhawks. Perhaps at the end of the year, his apprenticeship would be over and like Mick he would become a full member and take his turn at abusing and raping some new initiate. Brian was surprised to find that his own cock was stirring at this thought.